Neither girl knew the meaning of the words "mercy" or "surrender." That ref should have stopped us long before he did", Katie had said afterwards and ...a contrite Angela had agreed.This time there was no referee, no surrender and no mercy!Angie's first savage kick was aimed straight at Katie's nose. No originality, this girl! Katie moved aside in the nick of time and the deadly blow hit her on the shoulder, spinning her around and causing her to stumble marginally out of the ring. "SHIT I'm going. For every time one of us wins, the loser has to take something off. Deal?” I figured why not, we were both wearing basically the same amount of clothing. First game, I win. Greg loses a shirt. Second, I lose. I take off one sock, haha! Next I win again, off with Greg’s shorts. Now he’s sitting there wearing socks, shoes & boxer briefs. The damnedest thing happens next, I begin to lose every fucking game after this. It took me a couple of years to figure out that…..That sneaky bastard hustled. He could tell because he could see some remnant of Confederate uniforms. This might well be what was left of a rebel guerrilla group. If so, these men could have had some military training and be more dangerous thereby.They were far enough away from the current location of the wagon train that Cletus figured that they would not attack before tonight or tomorrow morning. Therefore, he continued his regular scouting routine until he reached the wagons. He had seen nothing else dangerous, so. Leif leaving with a few of the Order.’ He nodded in response to the congratulatory comment given to him by a guest. ‘I’ll see what I can find out.’ Laurie turned to leave when Sir Glen took her arm. ‘No, stay here.’ Sir Glen waved to Sir Marcus, beckoning him to come join him and Laurie. ‘Congratulations Sir Glen. Your Laurie will do you wonders.’ Though both men exchanged hearty handshakes and greetings, Sir Marcus was definitely interested in why Sir Glen would call him over. Sir Glen leaned.