The arena was almost crowded with a lot of males in the stands watching. I wore a battle dress uniform with no weapons. Every female turned as I enter...d and walked straight to the center of what they called the battlefield. That was like shouting, “I am the best and will take any that wish to face me.”There were growls as several started for me. I bowed to the first as she stopped, “thank you for the honor.”She shifted and growled. She was not wearing her translator but I understood and smiled. My hands roamed from your ass, to your inner thigh, to the hot damp spot between your legs. I rubbed your pussy through your jeans feeling your excited moans vibrate against my lips as we kissed passionately. I wanted you to reach out and do the same, feeling my bulging pants, showing me your lust and desire. But you were a good catholic girl and refrained. I would have to take things into my own hands, so to speak. I kissed the soft skin of your neck, forcing you gently onto your back, with. Out of curiosity you grab handle of the door, trying to twist it open once more. As you test the door you find that this time, it is locked..."Hey..."A quiet voice causes you to jump from your thoughts, making you spin around and face the source rather than ponder how the door had locked itself. The first thing you notice as you turn around are threads of crimson, the fine red lines set alight by the faint glow of the sun streaming in through the window. While most of the crimson waves. I quickly walked to him and pulled him from behind. "Let her go you prick," I said."Mind your own business bitch," he said.Since I had driven to Chattanooga I was fully equipped. I didn't want to pull the .22mag on him, since gun got a lot of attention even in those days. I chose instead the Air Force Pilot's Survival knife. It wasn't big and it wasn't shiny but it got the thugs attention for sure when I held it to his throat. He had been so busy intimidating the youngster that he didn't watch.