Those who did spar with her usually tried to be gentlemanly and go easy on her which defeated the purpose of sparring. And of course after flooring a ...an who tried to "go easy on her", she found it hard to find another sparring partner for awhile. So the only time she really got to test her fighting ability was when she was in real battle. So besides maintaining her fitness and skills for the job, she desperately needed a hobby.So here she was, staring at the ceiling while casually rubbing. He started laughing and said good.He took me by the hand and pulled me into his office. He grabbed me around the waist again and brought me close to him. He started kissing me - tried to put his tongue in my mouth. I turned my head to the side. He gently turned my head back and tried again. So I kissed him. He was running his hands over me, pulling my skirt up and feeling my behind. It might have been the wine but I was very turned on at this point. His hands felt very strong and. "I really love you, and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please, marry me?" Tears were rolling down her face. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I was really hoping she would say yes. I truly loved her with everything. "Yes! I will! She knelt in front of me and hugged me as tightly as she could. She was crying with tears of happiness. I was also. I really, fucking loved Ally. She was everything to me. I kissed her deeply, with our lips pressed for three minutes. I hugged her. I turned to go back to my chair. Then I heard it again, a woman’s voice, screaming her fool head off down the street a ways. I went out onto my porch, looked down there. Some guy has smacking the hell out of a woman, she was jumping each time he swung, trying to avoid the blows. He was kind of big and she was kind of little, and he had a grip on her arm. This just does not happen in our town, at least not on our street. Sure, stuff goes on down by the waterfront, people get drunk.