Ok, so maybe Trevor hadn’t saved her life, but he had rescued her from some harassment, or worse. It was close enough. And she absolutely would do a...nything he told her to – she trusted him, and he seemed to understand her desires. Maybe it was the Nightingale effect? Maybe she just really liked his dick.She slunk into the gym bathrooms and began to strip out of her clothing. She had a towel and change of clothes in her bag and laid them out, wrapping her dirty gymwear into a bundle and shoving. Mamma. Damn, I was not going to cry.So there I was, at the railing of the Brick St. Bridge, on a dark and rainy night. Only this time, it wasn't Gary who was grabbing me. Instead, my ringmate Jake was on one side of me, giving me his unconditional support as always. On the other side, my other ringmate Moira was using me for a bit of support, for she was way more pregnant than me. Gary would keep her upright, I knew. He was there too, of course, and with him was Kate, though her baby boy was. 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 man 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. It was obvious they had also been the ones to kiss him. ‘All your workers are here and we felt it wasn’t fair to exclude your two youngest,’ insisted Joe, putting forward a lame excuse for two females joining a traditionally all-male occasion. Looking around him, Peter could see that Joe had gone to a lot of trouble, arranging with the others to clear the workshop of cars and to decorate it. Big posters with ‘Best Wishes, Poor Bugger, Oh, the poor girl, If only she knew what we know’ hung on.