Her nipples hardened in anticipation.There was the brown house with the big trees. Ming backed her old heap in making sure the hatchback was as close ...to the side door as possible to shield from curious eyes.The doorbell. Ding Dong! Cool, just the right sound!“Hi Ming.”“Good morning Sarah. Avon calling!”They both giggled at the old joke.“Come on in, the living room is this way.”“Thanks.”Ming followed Sarah to the living room. A large, cream colored sofa and loveseat sat in front of a gas. I just laughed in his face and told him that if I wasn’t worth his time three years ago, he wasn’t worth mine now. I made it through high school without any serious trouble and continued my education. Dad wanted me to go to college and since I didn’t know what else to do, I agreed to go. He paid for my college expenses such as tuition and books, plus room and board, I had it pretty good. Any extra spending money I had to earn, Dad told me working would teach me about the real world. He was. I wake to the sound of the radio alarm, buzzing next to my ear. Irritably, I thump it, scoring a direct hit on the reset. But, it has done its job. I'm awake and stretch with my arms above my head. As normal, the need to take a piss announces it's self directly after the stretch. I throw the bedcovers off and notice a rather large damp patch where my hip had previously been. Wow! I think to myself, a wet dream. I haven't had one of those for years, since I was a teenager anyway.The need to take. I punch the bag, I only fight when I have to fight," I said. "Then I don't follow any rules." Ah, I did a bit of street fighting as well," he said.He had no idea how I longed to punch his fucking light out, but I said, "Sorry against the rules." Always rules, someday maybe we won't be bothered by the rules," he said."Maybe," my translator said."Martin," I said into the cell phone. "I am giving you notice. I have sat here for two weeks now waiting for you to come back. You better be back by the.