hard on the side of his head.
It knocked him to the floor. He rolled and began to struggle up as Ian pounced
from behind.
Ralph wasn’t
ready to be taken down however and continued to struggle to his feet, almost
carrying Ian up piggyback with him. Before he was all the way to his feet, Ian
let go and was ready to land a kick to the center of the other man’s chest.
That sent Ralph stumbling back, but he didn’t go down. He used the momentum of
his back against the octagon to propel him forward into Ian. The problem for
Ralph was that it propelled him right into Ian’s fist and the hardest punch I’d
seen him throw yet. Ralph hit the mat with a bounce. He didn’t get back up. The
referee took a pulse and then announced Ian the winner. I looked at Buster and
said, “I’m sorry about your money, but now you know not to bet against Ian next
time.”
Buster grinned and winked. “You got it little missy.
Hang on to that one, he’s gonna be wearing one of
them big belts someday.”
I took one last look at Ian as he went by. He was
still bleeding a little bit from his nose, but he was smiling from ear to ear.
I wanted to tell him I was proud of him, but I stuck to my guns. This wasn’t
the time or place for that serious conversation. I’d let him enjoy his victory
tonight and then in a day or two when I can work up my nerve, I’ll call
him…maybe.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
IAN
I wish that I could hold onto the feeling I have
after a few good rounds forever. When I walk out of that octagon, victorious, I
feel pumped and excited and more alive than ever. Mundane worries are muted and
all that matters is that single moment. That’s not to say I forget about my
little sister. She’s always with me. It’s just at that moment I allow myself no
worries. I want to run and yelp like I did when I was
a kid. I was still grinning ear to ear after I showered and changed and went
back out front to meet Kristie. As soon as I saw her face, very pretty, also
smiling, some of my adrenaline seemed to ebb and some of my worries came
slipping back through the cracks. What
was I doing ?
“Hi baby, you were amazing,” she said, and then suddenly she was all over me. I
know most guys would have an instant hard on. Kristie used to have that effect
on me too, but tonight I just wanted to peel her off of me and let her know
that wasn’t what tonight was about.
“Thanks, are you ready to go eat?” Her long black
hair was smooth and shiny and her make-up was just so. Her giant silicone boobs
were showing just enough cleavage to make a man who hadn’t already seen them in
every position possible, want to see more. Her jeans fit like they were made for her and her nails were long and red and as glossy as her
pouty lips. She was a wet dream and I felt nothing.
“Sure, or we could skip dinner and go straight to
your place.” She let one of those long fingers slide down the side of my face,
stopping just underneath my chin. I shivered and said, “I’m really hungry. That
fight took a lot out of me.”
“Okay then, wherever you want to eat. I have to lose
those five pounds.”
I looked at her perfect body and wondered if the
five pounds was in her head. Maybe it was five pounds of crazy, or maybe I was
the crazy one…
“Arnold’s?” I asked.
She made a face and said, “Really? That place is
pure grease. It’s not good for your body or your skin.”
I rolled my eyes and said, “Then you pick.”
“Sweet Tomatoes?” she said.
“A salad, really? Did you just watch that fight?”
“Okay then, you pick. ” I sighed and took her arm.
“We’ll decide on the way,” I told her.
We got in the car and I headed for a place called
Cattle Baron . I
could get a steak there and she could have her rabbit food. I remember now why
I’d stopped taking her out to eat when we were together. Eating out with a
person who either never ate anything or complained the whole time was never any
fun. When we got inside the restaurant
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