Two of them low, male, somehow unpleasant. One high, frightened. Calida walked silently toward the sound.The high voice, "No, please... !" and the sou...d of tearing fabric.Calida paused long enough to whistle then ran lightly forward."I would let her be, if I were you."One man was holding a girl, with both her arms twisted behind her back, while the other had just torn her dress from neck to waist. Both men looked round at Calida."Well, well! And what were you thinking of doing about it, Girly?. Along the way, the two women chatted on and on, constantly changing the subject, sometimes arguing mildly. But it was clear from their manner that they were good, close friends. And I wondered what it would be like to have such a friend, male or female; and then it occurred to me that even with Martha I wasn't that open, wasn't that trusting. To what friend would I give myself so freely? And I was thinking about that when I turned to see the two women talking more confidentially, their voices. As both girls rested after round 4, the examined the damage they’d taken so far. Ashleigh’s nose would stop bleeding between rounds, but start up again immediately after taking a few shots to the head in the following round. Her lip was now split, and bruises and swelling began to form on her face. From head to toe she was coated with sweat, no longer a slight sheen, but a shiny glisten, as if just having emerged from a pool. Her chest and stomach were stained with the blood that ran freely. My butt hurts when I move. But I've got to go in and use the toilet. I feels like you deposited a couple of gallons in me."I got up and supported Les on her way to the bathroom. "I can make it from here. This probably isn't going to be pretty."She pushed the door closed and I heard her grunting as she went back to the toilet. Then I heard Les scream in pain.I wasn't going to stay in the hallway for that. I pushed the door open and rushed in. Les had her hand on the back of the toilet, trying to.