.. but the thought of this haughty woman cringing beneath his dogs as she watched their dripping jowls and their eager organs jutting out... no he wou...d wait to taste her sweetness after the dogs had humbled her, after the dogs had humped her pride into the ground and she had begged him for relief. Wasn't this, after all, the best way to handle women? Make them beg, make them know they were less than the animals which used them? Let the dogs know their pleasures, let the dogs wet the bitch's. Minor obstacles were the other one hundred and twenty-one entrants – all looking for their own piece of glory. Daniel leant back in the cheap computer chair. Being so uncomfortable kept him alert. So he convinced himself. The tournament bell was only a few minutes away, signalling the start of a journey to his destiny. Focus, he told himself. Get in the zone. He hardly noticed when Grace silently slipped in from the bedroom. Leaning back against the white bedroom door, her rasping cough. Jake had to bite back a small curse. The man was fucking gorgeous. The light inside the limo was pleasant and bright enough for the two to inspect each other's features without any hindrance.Jake understood why his attackers had called the man Fritz. He did look like a German guy. He could have been poster boy for Germany. Perfectly shaved, his blond hair neatly combed over his hair, almost white, like platinum, and deep blue eyes that were seemingly asking Jake to dive in. His face was a bit. Sister Angela had to be disciplined for her outrageous behavior. Her transgressions could be overlooked only as long as the image of attempted good intentions was present and that was certainly left in the dust a long time ago.They decided that corporal punishment was out of the question because the violent nature of the situation precluded such a solution because it only added to the confusion of several criminal acts already committed against innocent parties.The decision of course did not.