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for like three hours and she just wanted to keep going.”
    “Hope you didn’t wear her out too much.”
    I needed to change the subject or we would end up debating whether I ruined the dog or not for the rest of the night, so I quickly changed the subject. “I didn’t know you had a quota for handing out tickets.”
    “We don’t, but part of our performance is evaluated by how many traffic citations we’ve handed out each month. Though, the guys will make wagers to see who can give out the most.”
    Leaning over, he gave me a quick kiss. “I’m going to go say hi to my other princess.” I smiled at him as he walked away, not ready to move yet. “Love you.”
    I started counting in my head: nineteen, twenty — “Conrad!” Brayden yelled, right on cue, “You left the closet open, and the dog made a huge mess.”
    “Oops!” I yelled back. I had actually made a side deal with Leia – I would leave the closet open, and she could have anything she wanted that wasn’t mine. In exchange, she would leave us alone while we got hot and sweaty. That way, if she woke up early, she wouldn’t whine at the door. I loved her, but she was a total cock-block.
    “It’s not my stuff she’s chewing on.” He yelled back.
    That bitch had double-crossed me. It’s what I get for making a deal with a dog. Since I was well-fucked and completely satisfied at the moment, I couldn’t find the energy to care. In that moment life was great.

    THE END

Dirty Fighters
    Copyright© 2012 Kyle Adams

    I could feel the blood dripping down my face from the cut above my left eyebrow. A reminder I should have ended this match when I had the chance. Earlier I had quickly gotten the upper hand and had Striker pinned face down, my knee applying my full body weight into his lower back. Wrenching his arm back, I could have easily dislocated his shoulder or snapped his forearm. Would have been an easy win from there, but I have reservations about inflicting such damaging injuries just for a quick defeat.
    I was regretting that now since Striker obviously didn't have those same hesitations. I managed to dodge a left hook aimed directly at my jaw. But ended up throwing my face into a strong right hand, connecting just above my left eye. I staggered back, unable to keep my balance, I tried to roll into the fall but the strike had left me dizzy. As I hit the mat, I slammed the left side of my face with the hard surface, splitting my cut open wider.
    I didn't have much time to think about my injuries before Striker was straddling my back, trying to wrap his arm around my neck. I had my chin tucked against my chest preventing him from getting me in a rear naked choke. He tightened his arm on my chest, the pressure forcing the back of my head and neck against his upper body. Before he could get me into the choke, I put my palms flat on the mat and used what adrenaline I had left to push myself up onto my hands and knees.
    Striker kept trying to get me in the hold, putting all his weight on my back. In an attempt to get him off me, I flipped us over. Trying to drive my weight into his stomach as we dropped onto the mat. I hoped the impact would force him to let go. We landed with him on his back, my back to his chest. Instead of letting go, he just constricted his arm tighter around my throat. I needed to make him loosen his grip, I could barely get a breath in at this point, I was scrambling. I frantically brought up my hands, digging my fingers firmly into his forearm. I pulled as hard as I could. He didn't budge. Bastard . Even though I couldn’t move his arm, I was able to keep him from locking the choke in tighter. We both knew he was losing his grip, he couldn't hold the position much longer. That's when I felt Striker wrap his legs around my waist from behind. Crossing his ankles, he squeezed like his fucking life depended on it.
    "Just give up, Cross." Striker grunted, his hot breath in my ear. I tried to shake my head ‘no’ as much as I could