They walked to the center of the ring, and she rolled out her shoulders. He owned a full foot of height over her and easily fifty to seventy-five pounds. She needed to find his weakness, especially since she knew he was pissed off. He remembered f*****g her in the bathroom at his father’s birthday party ten years ago.
She knew he’d not known who she was. The bathroom was dark. She’d worn long hair when every other interaction she’d been involved with him before then she’d worn it cropped short. She was dressed like the girls, and he probably never saw her once in a dress in his life.
The very next day she’d been back to a pixie cut and leather jacket and he’d told his father he would take the job in Virginia. He'd started there and was gone nearly five years. During that time, she grew
