This was no accident. I took her hand off my leg and placed it in her lap. Bree frowned. I noticed that she had consumed almost all of my drink. I ord...red a refill, for myself. After all, I was getting thirsty from all of the salty soy sauce in the stir fried vegetables.Bree didn't touch her food, getting cold on the curved plate."What's the matter, Bree?" my daughter asked."I don't like Japanese food," she replied casually, picking at the mushrooms and onions piled on her ceramic tray.I. "She can come with me then?"She doesn't even wait for one of the men to answer her, she just reaches over and grabs my hand and pulls me out of the circle."I am Gwen, by the way," she helps to cut the tension with her name and friendly smile. I am right, she is stunning."That would be short for," I prompt."You're quick," she gives a short smile again. "Guinevere. The queen of Camelot." Yes, yes, Arthur's Queen and in most stories the real reason for the downfall of the kingdom," I say pulling. "Close your eyes, Beck. I want you to remember our days in high school." Becky complied, wincing. Oh crap oh crap oh crap, she thought.Christine's voice was even, almost seductive: "Remember Alan, Becky? Remember MY BOYFRIEND?"Becky did remember. In their senior year, Christine and Alan's relationship had been on the rocks. Alan had asked Becky out and she had accepted. They went out for a few weeks and she finally gave her virginity to him. He dumped her a couple weeks later and went on to. Mardeno suggested a series of single bouts between their men, which would excite the crowds more, and bring more notoriety to them, which was good for business.Rolly agreed.The day of the competitions came and Rolly put up eight men; two blonds, three redheads, and three with dark hair. The people were excited, and most who knew him wanted to see the arrogant Mardeno lose, especially to the baron everyone seemed to like, so there was a good turnout.Boxing matches would alternate with wrestling.