1.1 Struggle, Tequila, and Tyler

 We sat with our right arms perched on the table top, deadlocked in an arm wrestle. I was vaguely aware of the faces of Master H’s martial arts students that swarmed around us as I stared into Tyler’s eyes. He narrowed them slightly, and I took my cue to grind his elbow into the table, slam his arm backward to the table top, and claim my victory. Only then did the sound of the crowd rush into my ears again. The win, although plotted, enhanced my Tequila buzz and the dizzying effect of physical contact with Tyler.  Click here to continue reading

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[T-Bone]

"The Mouse That Roared"? U R 1-der full.

[Lori Victoria Braun]

That describes Mouse perfectly.

[Lori Victoria Braun]

Thank you!