Tough Brotherly Love (Closed for Neysha)

Ron Anderson 28 years old blonde hair and blue eyes with a muscular build 6’4 245 pounds. He grew up as a mean and nasty youngster. He was so tough and uncontrollable at times that the gangs even left him alone. Juvenile detention centers were almost as much of his home as good old 310 West 31st Street in his hometown. It shouldn’t be wonder that this fighter would be sent to prison for 12 years at the age of 16. He served 75% and was released on good behavior. He was charged as an adult with manslaughter in a fight on the street. All that ever interested him was fighting and partying. He learned much about boxing before he went into prison as he trained at local run down but reputable gym. He even won the silver gloves multiple times, equivalency of golden gloves for under 18 year olds. In prison or real prison not just his detention center temporary homes, he learned some jiu jitsu skills in close combat range. This made him more dangerous as someone with wrestling couldn’t just take him down anymore. He knew how to defend and get his hands of stone punches in.

He got into some fights in prison but mainly behaved. The warden entered him in a MMA prison league and he made the warden a lot of money. So, he had a little help at his parole hearing.

Mom and Dad moved to Florida after his little sister graduated from high school. No other relatives even lived in the same state. He need a place to go mainly for the probation/parole officer. He pleaded with her to let him stay temporarily for months before his release. He now has tattoos barbed wire on each upper arm and a flaming skull on his back along with 187 on his left upper chest. His attitude is not much better except to get released early and play that game.

The day of his release he asks if she will pick him up. He wasn't sure why she agreed to that much less giving him a place to stay. “Look sis..you don’t know how much I appreciate this. I promise it won’t be for long. I am going to get my license to do the MMA thing and start making money right away.” He said confidently.

Melanie Anderson was eighteen years old when she graduated High School. She was only nine when her only other sibling, her older brother Ronald was sent to prison at the age of 16. But it wasn't much of a change for her, though she was fairly young when he left, she never felt much terrorized by his bad attitude. Most of her memories of him was him getting in arguments with her parents while she hid in her room, terrified of the arguments, and the anger of her parents at Ronnie and even moreso by the visits of police officers and juvenile counselors. From her contact with her older brother, she mainly remembered it as being mutually ignoring each other due to the gap of age, or random, mild acts of kindness he offered her which... as she looked back on them now, weirded her out more then anything.

Her life didn't really change until the manslaughter conviction. It was then her parents seemed to change. They put restrictions on her, curfews and a regimen of anti-depressants. Always limiting her time with friends, and even put a curb on after school activities. By the time she was in Junior High, she felt like an outcast thanks to her overly interested parents and yet still feeling neglected. For while they insulated her, they also seemed to view her as more of a burden or a responsibility as opposed to a sublime joy in their life, as if they were terrified she would turn out just like her older brother.

Thus by the time she was eighteen, her parents almost literally left her and moved to Florida, only weeks after her graduation and conveniently, well before Ronald's scheduled release from prison.

She was an introverted and socially awkward and anxious eighteen year old. It wasn't that she was unfriendly, she rarely talked and even more rare was it for her to engage in a conversation. Her parents forbid her from most after school clubs and she hadn't even been on a proper date until her senior year, and even that was more of an awkward courtship then anything with an equally awkward fellow classmate. They broke up, or more practically, simply stopped talking to each other soonafter.

She spent most of her time at home, in her bedroom, reading books and technical manuals, and doing craft hobbies like building models, tinkering with electronics and even working on things like home improvements and even tinkering with cars, so that when she was finally eighteen, her parents, in one of their rare moments of actual kindness, purchased her a salvage title for a Toyota truck that she got to work on and eventually bring back into a drivable condition.

With her parents departing, she gave it a mere shrug, and has spent most of her summer by herself, working in the stockroom and garage of a body shop and spending her free time working on vehicles and other random hobbies and crafts. In fact, she has found out that so far, she is rather content with having few, if any friends and living by herself. She has barely called her parents more then once a month since they left, and only to make sure they know their home is in good hands though recently she discovered that since she hadn't filled out any college applications, her parents decided to dump her college funds into their own retirement account. While most children might be annoyed at being robbed of their inheritance, Melanie merely took it in meek stride, deciding they could do whatever they want.

In fact, her only big stressor has been the fact that she knows it has fallen onto her to either greet or ignore Ronald as his release date comes up. Having only seen him once or twice a year since she was nine, and only with a transparent barrier between them, she never actually held a conversation with him beyond the perfunctory hellos and goodbyes and how are you doings. This was partly because she was terrified of him and where he was, but also because, despite them being siblings, she basically felt less of a connection with him then she did with her parents, beyond blood.

As the release date came closer though, and she realized her parents wanted nothing to do with him anymore. She ignored the first few calls from prison, but knowing full well he knew where she lived, since she still lived in her parents home, she felt compelled to finally answer and even agreed to take care of him when he was released.

So when he was finally released, she had a deep feeling of dread that her lonely, yet for her, ideal life, was going to be interrupted not just by someone moving in, but that said person was her felonious brother just released from prison and someone she viewed at best, with a mild fear and trepidation which only grew worse as she approached the prison gate.

She tried not to look all wide eyed as she immediately recognized her brother walk out of the prison gate, looking rather confident for a man who had spent over a decade in prison. At first, he scanned the vehicles waiting, unable to discern which one was his ride, as she, being socially awkward, forgot to tell him she was driving the rebuilt 1980's era Ford F-150. So she just sat behind the drivers seat, and watched him silently walk down the line of cars, until he finally, gradually, made his way down to her car and open the door, a big smile on his face, only to find the door was locked.

For a moment, Melanie stared at him, and then realizing what was wrong, reached over and unlocked the passenger side door as he quickly climbed in. “Look sis..you don’t know how much I appreciate this. I promise it won’t be for long. I am going to get my license to do the MMA thing and start making money right away," he said confidently.

He reached across to touch her shoulder or arm, but before he even got close, she immediately shirked away from his touch, her eyes growing surprisingly fearful as she literally recoiled from his hand, not relaxing until he warily pulled his hand from her. "Sorry," she said, her voice still nervous as she blinked at him, then averted her eyes and then looked straight forward, putting the car into gear, and driving forward. "It's been a while," she said, feeling emotionally exasperated already as she slumped her shoulders, already feeling incredibly awkward. "Glad to ah.... have you back and.... yeah," she added dryly, in a soft voice as she started to drive out.

She struggled to think of something else to say to the brother she had barely talked with. "So uhh... did you... want to get a.... burger or something. I don't know what they feed you there but I'm sure... it's not... a good... burger," she added, realizing she wanted to say a joke but somehow having completely butchered any possible humor in her statement and making the atmosphere of their reunion even more awkward and tense now.

He reached across to touch her shoulder or arm, but before he even got close, she immediately shirked away from his touch, her eyes growing surprisingly fearful as she literally recoiled from his hand, not relaxing until he warily pulled his hand from her. "Sorry," she said, her voice still nervous as she blinked at him, then averted her eyes and then looked straight forward, putting the car into gear, and driving forward. "It's been a while," she said, feeling emotionally exasperated already as she slumped her shoulders, already feeling incredibly awkward. "Glad to ah.... have you back and.... yeah," she added dryly, in a soft voice as she started to drive out.

“Its cool Mel. I am sure most people are going to view me as some type of monster. I never hurt anyone I cared about. Even my arguments with mom and dad never got physical. I would never hurt you.” He responded somberly.

She struggled to think of something else to say to the brother she had barely talked with. "So uhh... did you... want to get a.... burger or something. I don't know what they feed you there but I'm sure... it's not... a good... burger," she added,

“Yeah whatever is cool. Prison food did suck…at least till I was in the MMA fight league and the warden made me eat special food. I gained some perks at that time.” He said and smiled with a cocky tone.

“For what it is worth…you seem to of turned out to be a pretty good young woman Mel. You are smart and attractive much less compassionate to let your jail bird brother live under your roof. I again appreciate.” He states and forms a half smile of sorts then pauses.

“I want to say it and move on. I have little regrets or actually not many regrets. I don’t regret what I did just going to prison for it. I will say my lifestyle was out of control but I enjoyed partying, drinking, the sex, and fighting. I wasn’t even an adult yet. My only regret I can think of is not being around…being a brother to you. You are doing this great thing…really we are practically strangers. I just want you to know this stuff. I am arrogant and that hasn’t changed but where I am decent guy if ever is when it comes to my little sister. You are the only family I ever cared about to be honest. Even it didn’t show very often.” He said continuing his somber line.

The talk was little to nothing until they pulled into a burger joint. He hopped out and went inside with her. He insisted on paying although they don’t give you a whole lot of money when you are released from prison but he wanted continue to extend the olive branch. He did his best to not get into any confrontation with anyone eye balling him and her or doing anything otherwise.
“That was pretty good. Nice choice Mel.” He said going back to the truck.

As they reached the home he took his duffle bag with all his worldly belongings inside. He paused.
“Wow…it seems like a 100 years ago. Yet it also seems natural. Maybe truly a fresh new start for me. I do promise Mel…I am not just older but wiser. I know I have issues but that is why fighting is my chosen profession. I can damn guarantee you I don’t want to even drive by a prison.” He says looking around after taking three steps inside the house.

"So I assume my old room...is where I will bunk. I never learned to cook but if you want me to help around here...I am quite proficient with laundry and can do other manual chores like sweeping, mopping and vacuuming." He adds walking to his old room slowly taking it all in.

For his part, though he didn't say much, she barely spoke a dozen words. Even as he complimented her, she just seemed to nod and smile, eating her (delicious and well chosen) burger mostly in silence, except when she asked for the pepper shake with more of a grunt as opposed to an actual request.

And when he filled her in with his plan and other small talk, like about his lack of regret and same attitude, she just seemed to nod more in acknowledgment that she heard him as opposed to actually being invested in the conversation. Having never been tailored or caring to hide her emotions beyond a general 'stoic' or 'dead' face she perpetually kept on, most people found her indecipherable and unflappable, but someone like him was able to read her facial expressions like a book, having undoubtedly encountered similar types of people in prison. It wasn't just fear or an obvious discomfort from his new presence in her life that was keeping her silent, or even a dislike of him, he could practically see the gears in her head churning.

She was listening to what he said, but either was unwilling or simply unable to respond in a way that could be considered a conversation. So as he talked, even sparingly, she just smiled and nodded until they pulled into the driveway of the home.

As they reached the home he took his duffle bag with all his worldly belongings inside. He paused. “Wow…it seems like a 100 years ago. Yet it also seems natural. Maybe truly a fresh new start for me. I do promise Mel…I am not just older but wiser. I know I have issues but that is why fighting is my chosen profession. I can damn guarantee you I don’t want to even drive by a prison.” He says looking around after taking three steps inside the house.

She smiled, following him inside and then raising her arms, as if showing him the room, before her arms limply flopped by her side. "I'm... we're home!" she said, as he noticed the discernible lack of furniture... almost everywhere.

"So I assume my old room...is where I will bunk. I never learned to cook but if you want me to help around here...I am quite proficient with laundry and can do other manual chores like sweeping, mopping and vacuuming." He adds walking to his old room slowly taking it all in, as she seemed to dutifully follow him.

As he entered his bedroom, he noticed it was in fact completely empty, except for a fancy red walnut finished and memory foam mattressed king sized bed that made his room look even smaller and knew it looked out of place. Before he could comment on how a massive bed was his only piece of furniture, she apparently had an explanation for him already set.

"That was Mom and Dads bed. They sold almost everything else at a garage sale that they didn't take to Florida. Everything else you have is in the wooden toy box in the den... with the dust... heh," she said, forcing herself to chuckle before realizing what she said wasn't really that funny after all. Her face returned to its previous dour and dead look.

She then glanced towards the kitchen, then to her room. "Well... it's nice to have you back Ronnie. I'm going to make dinner," she said, walking towards the kitchen, before turning around, another awkward smile on her face. "Oh and I don't think you should be fighting anymore. If you want, a friend I have can get you a job at a carwash instead. I think it's a good idea, because they employ..." she started to say before gulping, not wanting to say anything wrong to him. "It's a good entry level position." she then added, saying the whole spiel with an uncharacteristic certainty as if she rehearsed delivering that line, hoping that would end the issue.

Before she reached the kitchen though, she paused. "Oh wait... we just ate," she added nervously, giggling a bit. "Let me... ummmm show you... the other rooms," she added, diverting her eyes slightly downward, just below his eye level as she stalked past him and opened up the rooms down the hallway. "Bathroom is still here," she said opening one door. "My room is still here," she then added, opening the room to her bedroom, which had more then a few bookshelves lining the walls, looking like they surrounded a small twin sized bed with a nightstand... with even more books and an alarm clock topping it.

The bedsheets looked clean but well worn.

"So that's that," she then added, abruptly closing the door as she walked back through the dining room/entryway which had no table, just the island seperating the kitchen and dining/entry way and past the kitchen to the living room which was also devoid of furniture, except for a television set on an old office table he actually remembered using. Thankfully a digital converter box was located on top of it, meaning it had been used in the past... decade. A pair of old office chairs were idling in the middle of the room as on the opposite side of the room was a computer table with a computer on it. Tech books and stacks of various CD's and software boxes were neatly stacked there, and a few posters of racing cars but no people adorned the walls now. "Living room. Still have the same TV," she added, pointing out the obvious before pointing upward.

"Parents bedroom is up there still. It's empty. And the upstairs bathroom," she said, not even bothering to go up there as she opened the door to garage, and a genuine smile actually crossed her face as he even was taken aback. "I did all the work myself after they moved out," she said, as he realized she had converted the entire garage into a gym.

There were wrestling mats cut into exacting measurements for the floor, with one wall covered in padding. A heavy bag was hanging from the ceiling, next to a speed bag and several mirrors. She had built a stand for a few weight machines which she apparently assembled herself, as well as what he swore looked like an exercise bike built out of an actual old bicycle and goodness knows what else. A few mirrors installed behind the bags helped cover another wall. There was even a stand for those newfangled dial a weight freeweights.

"Ta da!" she said, almost managing to sound excited. "This is my... birthday gift for the last twelve years," she then said, obviously trying to sound cheerful, but actually sounding more nervous then anything. Still, her delivery of that final line seemed to have the intended impact, as did what she said next. "Welcome home Ronnie!" she then said, steeling herself for opening her arms up, for a hopefully gentle hug. (and hopefully nothing else)

She left out the part that a main motivation for converting the garage into a gym was because home improvements helped swallow up her time, and that her other main motivation was she was terrified of the thought of him coming home and having nothing to do or worse, hating it here and thus the entire construction of the gym was mainly done to appease him even though it sacrificed her own passion for mechanical and electronic tinkering for the recent past and foreseeable future.

She smiled, following him inside and then raising her arms, as if showing him the room, before her arms limply flopped by her side. "I'm... we're home!" she said, as he noticed the discernible lack of furniture... almost everywhere.

"So I assume my old room...is where I will bunk. I never learned to cook but if you want me to help around here...I am quite proficient with laundry and can do other manual chores like sweeping, mopping and vacuuming." He adds walking to his old room slowly taking it all in, as she seemed to dutifully follow him.

As he entered his bedroom, he noticed it was in fact completely empty, except for a fancy red walnut finished and memory foam mattressed king sized bed that made his room look even smaller and knew it looked out of place.

"That was Mom and Dads bed. They sold almost everything else at a garage sale that they didn't take to Florida. Everything else you have is in the wooden toy box in the den... with the dust... heh," she said,

“Its cool. You know I can’t wait to help out around here. That includes getting new furniture for the entire house. I am fine with that mattress. I didn’t have much more in prison.” He said and smiled.

She then glanced towards the kitchen, then to her room. "Well... it's nice to have you back Ronnie. I'm going to make dinner," she said,

“Huh?” he said wondering what that was about. They just had dinner.

She was walking towards the kitchen, before turning around, another awkward smile on her face. "Oh and I don't think you should be fighting anymore. If you want, a friend I have can get you a job at a carwash instead. I think it's a good idea, because they employ..." she started to say before gulping, not wanting to say anything wrong to him. "It's a good entry level position."

He smiled.
“I appreciate and will actually take you up on that offer. But, I want to be a fighter for my career. It is different than fighting because I am an asshole in a bar or somewhere public. I know it will take a bit to get my career going and making real money but I think it will also help me. I am full of testosterone and I think training and competing keeps it at bay so again I don’t do something dumb and get back into trouble. I hope that is cool.” He says modestly but confidently.

Before she reached the kitchen though, she paused. "Oh wait... we just ate," she added nervously, giggling a bit. "Let me... ummmm show you... the other rooms," she added, diverting her eyes slightly downward, just below his eye level as she stalked past him and opened up the rooms down the hallway. "Bathroom is still here," she said opening one door. "My room is still here," she then added, opening the room to her bedroom, which had more then a few bookshelves lining the walls, looking like they surrounded a small twin sized bed with a nightstand... with even more books and an alarm clock topping it. The bedsheets looked clean but well worn.

"So that's that," she then added,

“Very cool.” He said and smiled.

She abruptly closed the door as she walked back through the dining room/entryway which had no table, just the island seperating the kitchen and dining/entry way and past the kitchen to the living room which was also devoid of furniture, except for a television set on an old office table he actually remembered using. Thankfully a digital converter box was located on top of it, meaning it had been used in the past... decade. A pair of old office chairs were idling in the middle of the room as on the opposite side of the room was a computer table with a computer on it. Tech books and stacks of various CD's and software boxes were neatly stacked there, and a few posters of racing cars but no people adorned the walls now. "Living room. Still have the same TV," she added, pointing out the obvious before pointing upward.

“Its all good. I am just happy to be home much less with you. I didn’t have many if any creature comforts in the joint.” He replied.

"Parents bedroom is up there still. It's empty. And the upstairs bathroom," she said, not even bothering to go up there as she opened the door to garage, and a genuine smile actually crossed her face as he even was taken aback. "I did all the work myself after they moved out," she said, as he realized she had converted the entire garage into a gym.

“Oh my gosh you did this? Wow. You are into hand tools, cars and stuff. That is pretty awesome much less this gym.” He said and smiled widely.

There were wrestling mats cut into exacting measurements for the floor, with one wall covered in padding. A heavy bag was hanging from the ceiling, next to a speed bag and several mirrors. She had built a stand for a few weight machines which she apparently assembled herself, as well as what he swore looked like an exercise bike built out of an actual old bicycle and goodness knows what else. A few mirrors installed behind the bags helped cover another wall. There was even a stand for those newfangled dial a weight freeweights.

"Ta da!" she said, almost managing to sound excited. "This is my... birthday gift for the last twelve years," she then said, obviously trying to sound cheerful, but actually sounding more nervous then anything. Still, her delivery of that final line seemed to have the intended impact, as did what she said next. "Welcome home Ronnie!" she then said, steeling herself for opening her arms up, for a hopefully gentle hug.

He hugged her but awkwardly. He even gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
“I don’t know what to say Melanie. I feel a little awkward coming back into your life after so long and obviously from where I did. I promise you I will be good. I am looking forward to developing a relationship with you.” He said and paused looking around more.

“You know I really love it. When I went into prison I spent my first couple of years primarily in solitary confinement for fighting….so I learned a lot about myself and some of the errors of my ways or at least I needed to change. After I became a fighter for the warden in the prison league….I got better food and other rewards. I don’t want to be crude but I figure there are three primary things I desire in life. Fighting slash working out, alcohol good beer I guess, and sex. Sorry if that was inappropriate you being my sister and all. I am a simple guy and those things are all I desire to be happy or at least a combination of.” He said smiling.

He walked with her back into the house.
“I am going to assume you don’t have a boyfriend…although I am puzzled. You not only an attractive girl but your mechanical and electronic interests or prowess is very cool. Anyways…I won’t interfere in any way…you bring anyone home. The same token I will respect your house when I go down that road.” He said trying to be easy to work with on those subjects. He didn’t want to intimidate her any further than he felt was just being there.

“I am going to go out for a while. Have a couple of beers. I won’t be late. I would like to get early and run before you contact your friend to help me get on with the car wash.” He said and walked toward the front door.

“Thanks again Mel….all of this is so awesome.” He said and smiled before walking out the door. First on the agenda is to hit one of his old bar hangouts and then find a good alley fight for some dough.

He hugged her but awkwardly. He even gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
“I don’t know what to say Melanie. I feel a little awkward coming back into your life after so long and obviously from where I did. I promise you I will be good. I am looking forward to developing a relationship with you.” He said and paused looking around more.

“You know I really love it. When I went into prison I spent my first couple of years primarily in solitary confinement for fighting….so I learned a lot about myself and some of the errors of my ways or at least I needed to change. After I became a fighter for the warden in the prison league….I got better food and other rewards. I don’t want to be crude but I figure there are three primary things I desire in life. Fighting slash working out, alcohol good beer I guess, and sex. Sorry if that was inappropriate you being my sister and all. I am a simple guy and those things are all I desire to be happy or at least a combination of.” He said smiling.

He walked with her back into the house. She just nodded, slowly and deliberately, a nervous smile crossing her face as she realized her rather pale attempt at dissuading him from fighting just wasn't going to work, and she sure as hell wasn't going to press the issue. Plus the fact that he admitted that fighting, drinking and sex were the three things he desired in life, while honest, and fulfilling her expectations of him, still left her unhinged, all the moreso considering so far he had seemed rather... kind.

Even the hug, though extremely awkward for someone like her who was so unused to even that low level of family closeness, somehow made her feel good. Like somehow, this would all work out, even though she was practically expecting it to end up otherwise.

“I am going to assume you don’t have a boyfriend…although I am puzzled. You not only an attractive girl but your mechanical and electronic interests or prowess is very cool. Anyways…I won’t interfere in any way…you bring anyone home. The same token I will respect your house when I go down that road.” He said trying to be easy to work with on those subjects. He didn’t want to intimidate her any further than he felt was just being there.

She managed to speak, but only because he was getting ready to head out again, thus giving her enough time to think up a response. "Thank you..." she said, in an almost inaudible voice, as she crossed her arms across her chest, burying her hands under her opposing underarms as she watched him go, a feint smile on her face. "I just think... umm... fighting is ev... dangerous. But it's just my opinion," she added, as an even meeker afterward.

“I am going to go out for a while. Have a couple of beers. I won’t be late. I would like to get early and run before you contact your friend to help me get on with the car wash.” He said and walked toward the front door.

"See you later,” she added, raising her eyebrows as she watched him head out the door, the same smile on her face. He wasn’t sure if the smile was genuine, and to be honest, she wasn’t sure if she was smiling because he was here, or because he was leaving, or a conflicting mixture of both. Whatever it was, the smile faded as soon as he walked off, and she turned back to the house. Now her smile was genuine, for the next few hours, she would be alone and everything would be normal again.

“Thanks again Mel….all of this is so awesome.” He said and smiled before walking out the door. First on the agenda is to hit one of his old bar hangouts and then find a good alley fight for some dough.

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Birch Brewers didn’t seemed to have changed one bit. Even while the individual clientele had obviously changed over the years, the type of people this corner pub had attracted was still the same. And for some of the people here, a decade barely faded memories.

By the time he took three steps through the door, more then one person managed to see through the tough, prison hardened twenty five year old and recognize the almost equally terrifying teenager that Ronnie had been, and for the most part, still was. Back in the day, even though he was underaged and everyone knew it, the staff had accepted his habit without batting an eye. Serving minors in this neighborhood, especially with folks of Ronnies background, meant nothing back then and from what he could see, still meant nothing now. He didn’t even need the fake ID back in the day.

“Welcome back Ronald,” came a shoutout from a pair of twenty somethings who looked vaguely familiar as they worked a pool table.

“Hey it’s Ronnie!” shouted another woman who seemed to be showing an older patron how to work his smartphone. He glanced over, recognizing the woman by face, and though it took a moment, put a name, Madeline, to the face. After all, prison was like a lifetime. But he recognized her as one of his old classmates, and from the way she warmly smiled at him, tucked her in the back of his mind. Maybe a conquest for tonight, or maybe later.

“Get this man a beer,” suddenly bellowed a heavier set man from behind the ancient wooden bar. Wearing a red plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves revealing a pair of tree trunk forearms covered in various tattoos and possessing a rough visage, with plenty of scars barely hidden by the thick reddish-gray stubble on his face, he simply exuded an aura of authority as he recognized Ronald. And Ron recognized him as Constantine, he wasn’t just the proprieter of the bar, but owned a share in more then a few businesses, and not all of them above level. From the looks of it, he hadn’t changed a bit.

Dutifully, the bartender, a young, slim and cute woman he didn’t recognize, poured a tall glass of the finest local microbrew they had on hand and immediately smiled at him. After all, if Constantine was friendly with him, there was no reason she shouldn’t be. “Here you go champ,” she said, flashing her baby blue eyes at him and smiling, her lean body almost teetering over the edge of the counter, as she acted far more innocently in her teasing then was appropriate for such a place. “Friend of ‘Stan, then you must be a big deal,” she said, her eyes flickering to his muscles and tats.

“Friend? No. Not a friend,” Constantine said, slapping him on the back. “This mans a fucking stone,” he said, before staring Ron right in the eye. “You were prideful back then though. Hopefully your stint put some sense in a hothead like you,” he warned Ron warily before his face relaxed again. “Eight years served me well after all,” he said, treating his own time as a joke now, probably because it happened ages ago. He then turned to the young female bartender. “You know what this mans profession is Kirsten?” he then asked of her.

She shrugged. “A fighter?” she offered, unsure of what else he could be, besides the ex-felon vibe.

“No... this mans a fucking warrior,” Constantine said, slapping his hand on Ronald’s back, hard enough so he could feel it, and hoping he could elicit some sort of physical reaction. “Listen. Enjoy your beer. You ever need something, you just ask me. Or Kirsten here, she likes stone cold warriors like you, don’t you now,” he said, making it rather obvious what the ‘need’ was. Constantine knew Ronalds three biggest desires instinctively, and could provide all three under the right circumstances.

Kirsten just rolled her eyes at him, as he walked away though. “So you’re a fighter huh?” she asked, the crispness in her voice revealing that she was interested, if not fighters in general, then at least him. She refilled his beer.

“Boxer or an ultimate fighter?” she then asked over the drinks.

As their conversation continued, she finally gazed towards the back of the bar where something new had occurred. People, under Constantines direction, were setting up a small roped off boxing ring in the back. Realizing he was curious, Kirsten smiled. “Yeah... every Friday and some Saturdays, this place holds amateur boxing bouts. Usually local types.” She gave him a measuring glance and smiled. “Three one minute rounds, if you can last them. Get two hundred bucks for a good knockout and a hell of a headache if you lose or go the distance.”

She then nodded across the way to a barrel chested man with a matching gut that was wearing a big truckers cap and was built like a circus strongman. “That’s Bear Smith over there. Six foot five and an easy two sixty when dry. He’s not much to look at, but he’s whooped everyone whose stepped in the ring with him every Friday he’s been here.” She leaned back, rolling her shoulders and not so subtly flirting with him as she gave him a good look of her modest, firm and pert breasts as they pressed against her cami. “Be nice if someone cuter dethroned him though. Give me someone proper to... admire.”

Ron confidently walked for several blocks even through seedy neighborhoods. What did he care, he was a bad element himself after all. He finally reached his first destination.

Birch Brewers didn’t seemed to have changed one bit. Even while the individual clientele had obviously changed over the years, the type of people this corner pub had attracted was still the same. And for some of the people here, a decade barely faded memories. Ron smiled as this was truly home sweet home as he walked inside.

By the time he took three steps through the door, more then one person managed to see through the tough, prison hardened twenty five year old and recognize the almost equally terrifying teenager that Ronnie had been, and for the most part, still was. Back in the day, even though he was underaged and everyone knew it, the staff had accepted his habit without batting an eye. Serving minors in this neighborhood, especially with folks of Ronnies background, meant nothing back then and from what he could see, still meant nothing now. He didn’t even need the fake ID back in the day.

“Welcome back Ronald,” came a shoutout from a pair of twenty somethings who looked vaguely familiar as they worked a pool table.

Ron held up a his fist and nodded as a gesture to say hello back. He was a bit caught in between wanting to be recognized and maybe not making a big deal out of his return.

“Hey it’s Ronnie!” shouted another woman who seemed to be showing an older patron how to work his smartphone. He glanced over, recognizing the woman by face, and though it took a moment, put a name, Madeline, to the face. After all, prison was like a lifetime. But he recognized her as one of his old classmates, and from the way she warmly smiled at him, tucked her in the back of his mind. Maybe a conquest for tonight, or maybe later.
“Good to see you Maddy…looking gorgeous as ever.” He gave her a quick line.

“Get this man a beer,” suddenly bellowed a heavier set man from behind the ancient wooden bar. Wearing a red plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves revealing a pair of tree trunk forearms covered in various tattoos and possessing a rough visage, with plenty of scars barely hidden by the thick reddish-gray stubble on his face, he simply exuded an aura of authority as he recognized Ronald. And Ron recognized him as Constantine, he wasn’t just the proprieter of the bar, but owned a share in more then a few businesses, and not all of them above level. From the looks of it, he hadn’t changed a bit.

“Good to see you Stan.” He offered humbly.

Dutifully, the bartender, a young, slim and cute woman he didn’t recognize, poured a tall glass of the finest local microbrew they had on hand and immediately smiled at him. After all, if Constantine was friendly with him, there was no reason she shouldn’t be. “Here you go champ,” she said, flashing her baby blue eyes at him and smiling, her lean body almost teetering over the edge of the counter, as she acted far more innocently in her teasing then was appropriate for such a place. “Friend of ‘Stan, then you must be a big deal,” she said, her eyes flickering to his muscles and tats.

“Friend? No. Not a friend,” Constantine said, slapping him on the back. “This mans a fucking stone,” he said, before staring Ron right in the eye. “You were prideful back then though. Hopefully your stint put some sense in a hothead like you,” he warned Ron warily before his face relaxed again. “Eight years served me well after all,” he said, treating his own time as a joke now, probably because it happened ages ago. He then turned to the young female bartender. “You know what this mans profession is Kirsten?” he then asked of her.

She shrugged. “A fighter?” she offered, unsure of what else he could be, besides the ex-felon vibe.

“No... this mans a fucking warrior,” Constantine said, slapping his hand on Ronald’s back, hard enough so he could feel it, and hoping he could elicit some sort of physical reaction. “Listen. Enjoy your beer. You ever need something, you just ask me. Or Kirsten here, she likes stone cold warriors like you, don’t you now,” he said, making it rather obvious what the ‘need’ was. Constantine knew Ronalds three biggest desires instinctively, and could provide all three under the right circumstances.

“I have my issues as you might say but the boy that was in a bad ass fighting SOB body back then is…NOW a man still in a bad ass fighting SOB body and much ore wise. Thank you Stan.” He replied and partially grinned taking the beer and drinking it.

Kirsten just rolled her eyes at him, as he walked away though. “So you’re a fighter huh?” she asked, the crispness in her voice revealing that she was interested, if not fighters in general, then at least him. She refilled his beer.

“Damn…I got to say that nothing is as fine as a good cold high quality beer. I got many things in prison especially after my first 2 years mostly in solitary confinement for fighting. I joined the warden’s prison MMA league and never lost much less against other prisons. I got several benefits but not good beer. Conjugal visits were great at least what I received over the years but a man needs good food and especially good drink to survive.” He says and laughs softly.

“Boxer or an ultimate fighter?” she then asked over the drinks.

“I did boxing growing up until I was sent away…I learned ultimate fighter MMA when I was in. The warden had a talk with me after about 2 years in…and offered me a chance to make his “team”. I stayed out of trouble after that and in fact the warden vouched for me at my parole hearing. So, I owe a lot to MMA I guess.” He replied smiling.

As their conversation continued, she finally gazed towards the back of the bar where something new had occurred. People, under Constantines direction, were setting up a small roped off boxing ring in the back. Realizing he was curious, Kirsten smiled. “Yeah... every Friday and some Saturdays, this place holds amateur boxing bouts. Usually local types.” She gave him a measuring glance and smiled. “Three one minute rounds, if you can last them. Get two hundred bucks for a good knockout and a hell of a headache if you lose or go the distance.”

“Really? I still got good hands of course. I could use some money much less the three things I cherish in life are good beer, great sex with a good looking woman and I love kicking someone’s ass. Those are what make me get my rocks off.” He said and smiled.

She then nodded across the way to a barrel chested man with a matching gut that was wearing a big truckers cap and was built like a circus strongman. “That’s Bear Smith over there. Six foot five and an easy two sixty when dry. He’s not much to look at, but he’s whooped everyone whose stepped in the ring with him every Friday he’s been here.” She leaned back, rolling her shoulders and not so subtly flirting with him as she gave him a good look of her modest, firm and pert breasts as they pressed against her cami. “Be nice if someone cuter dethroned him though. Give me someone proper to... admire.”

“Consider it done.” He said and finished his third beer. He got up and walked over to Constantine.

“A favor? All I want is the opportunity to fight. I am not just talking about your local yoko fights here. I recall you had connections to some underground fighting paying 10 to 20 K a fight for a good fighter. That is the bread I want to get next to as I also work to make it legitimately. So, lets start with me kicking some asses tonight to prove to you I am worth you sponsoring me.” He said privately to Constantine as he nodded and smiled.

Ron stretched for a moment and rolled his shoulders and did some shadow boxing as people began to look over. The fights certainly always drew interest but word was like fire spreading at an alarming rate who this “Ron” was for those that weren’t around 12 years ago. He had legendary status for his fighting and even conquests with women in the bar.

‘The first fight of the evening is to see who gets a shot at Bear Smith. We originally had Brickhouse Brown tabbed to get the shot but with Ronnie the Assassin Anderson returning…it is only fair to give Ronnie a welcome gift.’ The man said that works for Constantine. He smiled and continued on with instruction of 3 rounds 1 minute each and the supposed rules. Another man that doubles as bartender put on a referee’s shirt and climbed inside. He also gave instruction to the two fighters. He motioned and someone rang a bell actually.

The patrons of the bar were almost all around the ring fighting area in wild anticipation. Ron came out bouncing side to side and moving forward but at an angle. He waited for his opponent’s first punch and ducked it, a wild right hard aiming for the head then delivered a thunderous left uppercut then right cross to the cheek and left hook to the temple. His opponent’s leg’s were wobbly immediately. Ron was doing MMA the last 10 years but he continued his boxing training and used that as his primary bread and butter to win fights. He was showing how it goes when a street tough amateur stands toe to toe with a semi-pro who knows a thing or two about boxing.

Ron measured him and stepped in with another left hook to the jaw this time and then his right to the temple finally dropped this guy who was game at least. He threw maybe 5 punches and didn’t get hit, not a bad sparring session he thought to himself. Brickhouse on the other hand was carried from the ring on a stretcher. Ron smiled as he saw Constantine pull out his wallet and some green dollar bills. The man was already thinking how he would be owing Ron extra money.

Ron stepped out of the ring and drank another beer.
“I am only taking a break to get another beer. Much less…after I win…I would prefer for breakfast eggs over easy, toast and bacon. I am not picky about juice and or milk. After all it is short notice that I will be going home with you.” He said to Kirsten and then went back to the ring.

Ron smiles as they go through the ridiculous introductions again and apparently Bear Smith handed a bar championship belt. It likely made of cheap metal but added to the excitement and atmosphere. The referee again goes through instruction and asks for the bell.

Ron came out as the bell rang and ducks a wild haymaker. This guy is much bigger than his last opponent. Ron hits him with a solid right cross to the chin. He doesn’t even buckle his legs. The bear can take a punch. He uses his jab and works on body blows. 2 body blows to one left or right on the chin. Bear isn’t landing at first but grabs Ron and knees him in the balls. He then hits Ron with a elbow to the face. Ron gets away but Bear connects with the same formula again before the end of round 1.

In round 2 Ron comes out and Bear tries to grab him and land another knee but Ron hits between the eyes with a right then left then right and then left in succession with anger from the tactics of round one. Not like he hadn’t been a dirty fight before but he was gonna take out this bear punk. He finally staggered him as bear spit out some teeth and blood as Ron landed a left hook to the temple and then a crushing right uppercut that slightly lifted him off his feet put him to sleep on the canvass. Maybe sandman would be more appropriate than assassin for his title.

The entire bar was going nuts like it was the superbowl. Drinks were flowing as everyone was wanting to celebrate Ronnie’s return show he put on. Ron had had enough drink. He had his fill of fighting. He smiled as Stan handed him $750. The next vice was Kirsten.
“Hope you don’t mind if I take your bartender a little early. I’ll figure you deducted some from me for just that reason. My performance was easily a grand performance you know.” He said smiling and then went over took Kirsten by the hand. Constantine smirked at his cockiness but he is a fighter. He could make some money off of him for sure.

“So…lets go to your place and you can start appreciating me.” He said as he dragged her out the door. They reached her car.

“Stan is cool with you leaving early…we have an agreement.” He added smiling.

As they reached her apartment he walk din after her but once the door closed he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck. He turned her around and kissed her hard and passionately. Clothes were discarded from the door way to the eventual bedroom she led him to. It wasn’t a large apartment one bedroom one bath and a small kitchen living/dining room.

He tackled her to the bed and kissed her breasts and neck roughly but not to the point to hurt her. He just wasn’t going to be gentle. He guided her head toward his cock. He groaned in pleasure as she obliged with giving him a sensational blowjob.
“Oh yea baby you are incredible.” He groaned.

He pulled out of her mouth before he was ready to cum. He entered her pussy with immediately strong hard strokes.
“Yea this is it right here…you feel awesome.” He said pumping in and out.

He pinned her on her back and pumped like a machine in and out of her. He was slamming for all his body strength was worth. He even lifted her leg for further penetration. He pounded with a fury in his lust as he kept pounding harder and harder. It had been just over a month since his last conjugal visit but this was something more. She turned him on a little more for some reason. He eventually pumped four hard strokes deliberately slow and hard before his body tensed up and his muscular back arched. He pulled out and aimed his cock at her face and shot his manseed in her face and on her breasts.
“YES OH DAMN YES.” He said as he let it all out. He collapsed laying next to her.

“Damn that was great.” He finally said and pushed her head back to his cock. “Why don’t clean my cock and make sure I don’t have anything left that should come out.” He suggested as she again sucked him off.

He did go to sleep and slept real well after that. In the morning she at least followed instruction with his breakfast he ordered.
“Nice…you can do some cooking Kirsten.” He said as he came out in his underwear and sat at her dinner table then ate what she had on the table.

After breakfast he got up and lowered his underwear before taking her from behind and lifting up her robe.
“Now for dessert.” He stated in a husky voice.

She braced herself on the counter standing as his cock entered her sexhole and he pumped in and out with his strength and power until he came inside of her from that position.
“YES YES.” He shouted and kissed her cheek then neck.

He went into the bedroom and got dressed. She gave him a ride back to the house. He gave her a kiss but no promises when he would see her next if it was anything more than a one night stand.

He walked through the door.
“Hey Mel good morning. Sorry late night.” He said and laid the $750 on the table before going upstairs and grabbing some sweats. He changed clothes and came back down.

“I am going to go run. Maybe we can talk or whatever about getting a couch or something with the $750.” He said waiting for her response.

Ron stepped out of the ring and drank another beer. “I am only taking a break to get another beer. Much less…after I win…I would prefer for breakfast eggs over easy, toast and bacon. I am not picky about juice and or milk. After all it is short notice that I will be going home with you.” He said to Kirsten and then went back to the ring.

Kirsten just smiled, her face lighting up at how supremely confident he was, like he already had her under his arm without even asking. But as presumptuous as he sounded, Kirsten realized she wasn't disagreeing with him. She was more then willing to have him sleep over and even cook breakfast for him with only one caveat, that he won and of course, if Constantine allowed her to leave early.

When he did win the fight, she didn't even resist him as he simply put a powerful arm around her shoulder and simply walked her out the front door. No asking. No courtship. He saw in her eyes that he could have her and he read her perfectly. “So…lets go to your place and you can start appreciating me.” He said as he dragged her out the door. They reached her car. “Stan is cool with you leaving early…we have an agreement.” He added smiling.

"That's awesome," she said, finally thinking of something to say, still flush from the fact that he had utterly demolished two of the best bar fighters at Birchs in less then three minutes combined, all while drinking and fresh out of prison.

As they reached her apartment he walked in after her but once the door closed he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck. He turned her around and kissed her hard and passionately. Clothes were discarded from the door way to the eventual bedroom she led him to. It wasn’t a large apartment one bedroom one bath and a small kitchen living/dining room.

He tackled her to the bed and kissed her breasts and neck roughly but not to the point to hurt her. He just wasn’t going to be gentle. He guided her head toward his cock. He groaned in pleasure as she obliged with giving him a sensational blowjob.

“Oh yea baby you are incredible.” He groaned.

He pulled out of her mouth before he was ready to cum.

"I bet your cock isn't sore after that," she replied, licking her lips lustily as he pulled his throbbing cock out of her mouth, thin lines of drool snapping from his cockhead and splattering across her firm tits as he simply pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs wide open, revealing the sopping wet and tight pink pussy that was practically quivering with desire.

He entered her pussy with immediately strong hard strokes.

“Yea this is it right here…you feel awesome.” He said pumping in and out as she leaned back, feel his thick cockhead literally push apart her lips, and stretch her vaginal walls outward, before they collapsed in around and behind his glans, causing his entire cock to feel the awesome sensation of her sex grinding against his cock until finally his balls slapped against her skin, having fully penetrated her and causing her back to arch in response.

He pinned her on her back and pumped like a machine in and out of her. He was slamming for all his body strength was worth. He even lifted her leg for further penetration. He pounded with a fury in his lust as he kept pounding harder and harder. It had been just over a month since his last conjugal visit but this was something more. She turned him on a little more for some reason. He eventually pumped four hard strokes deliberately slow and hard before his body tensed up and his muscular back arched. He pulled out and aimed his cock at her face and shot his manseed in her face and on her breasts.

“YES OH DAMN YES.” He said as he let it all out. He collapsed laying next to her.

"Unnghhh," she moaned, opening up her eyes and glancing in the bedroom mirror off to the side and noticing several thick strands of cum literally caking her face and breasts, his mark on her. She moaned, feeling the burning in her loins, his forceful pumping had brought her to orgasm, but she felt the urge to rub off another climax. She was never into getting facials, but just seeing this stud on his own initiative pull out of her and simply unload several thick blasts of cum into her face, marking her, using her essentially, turned her on incredibly.

“Damn that was great.” He finally said and pushed her head back to his cock. “Why don’t clean my cock and make sure I don’t have anything left that should come out.” He suggested as she again sucked him off.

He did go to sleep and slept real well after that. In the morning she at least followed instruction with his breakfast he ordered.

“Nice…you can do some cooking Kirsten.” He said as he came out in his underwear and sat at her dinner table then ate what she had on the table.

"Thanks," Kirsten replied, still feeling a little tired from last night, but realizing she hadn't slept so relaxed in a long time. Wearing only a bathrobe as she served him, she couldn't help but admire his nearly nude body, as he ate his food only wearing his underwear. "I'm good at taking orders," she added teasingly, the innuendo-laced statement referencing both her job as a bartender and sexually.

After breakfast he got up and lowered his underwear before taking her from behind and lifting up her robe.

“Now for dessert.” He stated in a husky voice.

She braced herself on the counter standing as his cock entered her sexhole and he pumped in and out with his strength and power until he came inside of her from that position.

"Ohhhhhh fuck....," she moaned deeply, her body almost convulsing as a pair of orgasms seemed to shiver through her body, one from the deep powerful thrusting pumps of his cock, and the other solely from the emotional and physical pleasure she was getting from the raw sensation of feeling this mysterious man she barely knew filling her pussy with his cum, and continuing to hold her in place, thrusting his cock into her like he was sowing his seed into her womb in a performance that left her almost whimpering weakly.

“YES YES.” He shouted and kissed her cheek then neck.

He went into the bedroom and got dressed. She gave him a ride back to the house. He gave her a kiss but no promises when he would see her next if it was anything more than a one night stand.

He walked through the door.

Melanie was walking around in her pajama shorts and plan white tee shirt, eating some Cookie Crisp cereal as he entered the door, a thick wad of cash in hand as she glanced out the front window and saw a blonde woman who bore a vague resemblance to her drive off. She almost dropped the bowl of cereal, somehow expecting that Ronald had come in earlier in the night. She didn't check of course, mainly because the door to his room was closed and she wasn't brave enough to peek inside or even knock. But now it seemed, he had been gone the whole night.

“Hey Mel good morning. Sorry late night.” He said and laid the $750 on the table before going upstairs and grabbing some sweats. He changed clothes and came back down.

“I am going to go run. Maybe we can talk or whatever about getting a couch or something with the $750.” He said waiting for her response.

As he was beginning to expect, the response took her a while to generate and when she did reply, it was slowly and deliberately. Still, to him, it sounded like she was being spontaneous and maybe for his little sister, this is what a spontaneous reply sounded like. Her face grew a shade paler as she worked through how he managed to get seven hundred fifty dollars in one night.

Her facial features softening with worry, and her bright eyes lighting up, she looked directly at Ronald. "You weren't fighting were you?" she asked with worry in her voice, already scanning his face for bruises or cuts or other injuries.

She realized this was the first time she might've sounded truly emotionally genuine to him, which even struck her as odd. She was deadpan stoic picking him up from prison, after he spent almost a decade dealing with all sorts of horrors but now that she suspected he got in a fight, she suddenly sounded far more worried. Perhaps it was due to the lack of separation between the two of them now, she figured.

"I don't want you to get hurt or in trouble again Ronnie," she added as he started to make his way to the front door when she wondered if she was pressing the issue to much. The last thing she wanted to do was get in an argument with her six foot four, two hundred forty five pound brother. He was only a foot taller then her, and roughly twice her size and just released from prison where he fought to survive.

So, almost as if trying to defray any tension, she added another statement right after her last sentence which had nothing to do with Ronnie fighting and thus made her sound even more awkward as she spoke. "We can shop for a sofa together though," she added. "We'll use the truck."

Her conversational transitions were as rough as her quick responses.

He came back through the living room after changing clothes.

Her facial features softening with worry, and her bright eyes lighting up, she looked directly at Ronald. "You weren't fighting were you?" she asked with worry in her voice, already scanning his face for bruises or cuts or other injuries.

“Not really. I was more like kicking ass and stealing the money from Stan for the cans that he put against me.” He said smiling wide. It took a moment to see she wasn’t amused.

She realized this was the first time she might've sounded truly emotionally genuine to him, which even struck her as odd.
"I don't want you to get hurt or in trouble again Ronnie," she added as he started to make his way to the front door when she wondered if she was pressing the issue to much.

He chuckles a little.
“Mel sweetie…it is honestly flattering that you are worried about me. Trust me I won’t get hurt. I fought on the street much less in back alleys and in the boxing ring until I got sent away. One inside I developed a reputation in a maximum hard core prison that a 16 year old doesn’t do. For 2 years I did things I am not proud of but I survived and didn’t let anyone punk me. The next 10 years no one messed with me even gangs.” He said and paused and put his arm around her.

“Let me say that I know the mistakes I made. I am not going to fight on the street for the sake of fighting. That is what draws trouble. People worried about their business much less the punk I beat down. I am not going back to prison. I am going to make a good living fighting…the legal and honest way. I will do the car wash thing for a while but once my MMA career takes off…that will be my career.’ He said and gave her a full hug just for a moment and stepped back.

So, almost as if trying to defray any tension, she added another statement right after her last sentence which had nothing to do with Ronnie fighting and thus made her sound even more awkward as she spoke. "We can shop for a sofa together though," she added. "We'll use the truck."

“I would like that. I want to….have a relationship with you Melanie that we really never had a chance at while growing up. I think as adults we can be tight. I would really like….that. It is strange but in prison especially solitary confinement….I realized what being alone was and it sucked. So, living here and how you have treated me means a lot.” He state somberly.

He walks out the door and does a 2 mile run for starting his training program outside of prison. He arrives back at home and goes into the garage and lifts weights in the home gym Melanie made. He works out for another 40 minutes before stretching and then going for the shower.
“Nice workout for starters. I figure we can go shopping for the sofa then swing by the car wash or drive by to show me where your friend works.” He states and then goes up and showers thoroughly then dresses in jeans and a t-shirt. His wardrobe is not extensive by any means.

“I am sure you know a good furniture store…lead the way.” He says encouragingly following her to the truck. They arrive and look around. A sales person a couple of times asks if they need help and Ron initially said hey were fine then gave him a look a second time that made sure he wouldn’t ask a third.

“This one is comfy and looks decent…what do you think?” He asks Melanie as they look around and sit on a couple.

After they make a choice and pay for it they go over with the store clerk about loading it in the truck. Once they get it home Ron figured he could get it into the house with a small amount of help from Melanie. He just wanted some help making sure it was secure in the truck.
“That was a good choice.” He commented on the way home.

With the help of a dolley and Melanie’s assistance, Ron was able to muscle it off the truck through the doorway into the living room eventually. He sat down on the couch after taking a big breath.
“Damn that was tougher than I thought it would be.” He said laughing lightly.

He chatted with Melanie for a moment before suggesting she take him by the car wash. So, they hopped back in the truck. She drove him over to the car wash where her friend Elaine was the manager. Elaine was a 21 year old dark red hair almost bordering on brunette to her shoulders. She was 5’7 slender. He smiled as Melanie introduced him to her friend.
“Nice to meet you Elaine.” He said full of manners but thinking in his mind how quickly he would like bang Elaine. Even gazing at Melanie gave him a thought or two. Kirsten really got his sexual appetite going and come to think of it she strangely reminded him of….Melanie. He pondered that for a moment as Elaine had him fill out a basic application.

He chatted with Melanie for a moment before suggesting she take him by the car wash. So, they hopped back in the truck. She drove him over to the car wash where her friend Elaine was the manager. Elaine was a 21 year old dark red hair almost bordering on brunette to her shoulders. She was 5’7 slender. He smiled as Melanie introduced him to her friend.

“Nice to meet you Elaine.” He said full of manners but thinking in his mind how quickly he would like bang Elaine. Even gazing at Melanie gave him a thought or two. Kirsten really got his sexual appetite going and come to think of it she strangely reminded him of….Melanie. He pondered that for a moment as Elaine had him fill out a basic application.

Melanie looked up at her brother, taking a momentary break from the Popular Mechanics magazine she had picked up in the waiting area as all three of them were now sitting in Elaine's office, with her sitting a few feet away from the desk where Ron and Elaine were sitting on opposite sides.

The glance up at him would've just been that, if she didn't catch him at the exact moment he almost seemed to have a predatory stare at her, one that even Mel, who was normally not very good at reading people, picked up on easily. Mistaking the passing thought of lust that surfaced to his face for something else entirely, Mel's face immediately paled up a shade as she rapidly diverted her eyes back down to the magazine she was reading, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck seemingly stand up.

Not realizing the look was more perverse then furious, she was rather surprised when the next sound she heard from the desk was Elaine's lighthearted laughter a minute later. Mel glanced up, seeing Elaine shaking her head as Ronald leaned back in his chair, apparently having sat up and whispered something funny... or naughty... into her friends ear.

"Oh you'll fit right in here," Elaine replied to the unheard comment Ron made, as Mel simply went back to reading.

A few more minutes passed, the only interruption being when Ron actually asked Mel to look over his application which she dutifully did, before he turned it back to Elaine.

As soon as she took it, she signed off on the bottom. "I'll pass a copy along to corporate HR, but to be honest, since Mel here is vouching for you and you pass my sniff test, I think I'm comfortable with making a conditional job offer now," Elaine said gingerly, before looking up at her often awkward friend Mel. "You are vouching for him right? He does seem... kind of like a bad boy... I'm not sure," she added teasingly as she smirked at him and then lightly touched his forearm.

Mel's eyes googled briefly at the flirtatious display, never having seen Elaine act like that with anyone, except her ex-boyfriend.

"Ummm Mel?" Elaine suddenly asked again as Mel shuddered a bit, realizing she hadn't answered her yet.

"Oh yeah... totally," Melanie replied in a stereotypically bland voice, as Elaine smiled again.

"Awesome," she said, her face brightening up as she slid him the terms of employment. "Just give me a copy of your state ID. Drivers License. And your social security number. Then you'll have to take a drug test, but you can begin working before we get that back. You can probably start by the beginning of next week," Elaine then added, her face still glowing as she then rose up, shaking both of their hands when, as soon as Mel turned away, she touched Ronald's forearm again. "See you soon," she said, raising her eyebrows at him a bit.
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They stopped by a clinic along the way where he could give his urine sample for the drug test, deciding not to waste time on that. Melanie wanted to congratulate him, but outside of just smiling at him, she was far too distracted, perhaps even distressed, by what she had just witnessed these past twenty four hours.

Even though nothing serious had happened, in her own sheltered worldview, she felt like everything was collapsing. Right off the bat, she remembered how he talked about how he only had three desires, fighting, drinking and sex and quickly realized within twelve hours of being released, basically his first night out, he had likely indulged in all three... a lot.

Far more then she probably had in her entire life in comparison.

And now there was this. She was driving him to an interview and although she couldn't pick up on the nuance, she could tell that somehow her good friend Elaine somehow saw something attractive in him. Melanie never even thought of her brother in terms of attractiveness, much less sexually but then again, she barely thought of sex in general outside of it being in the realm of scary, gross and probably dangerous. Her parents cloistering her up all her teenage life out of fear she would turn out like Ron did little to dispel such notions in her mind.

So, as soon as he was separated from her by him being inside the clinic giving a urine sample, while she waited by truck, she decided to take the initiative and call Elaine. "Elaine?"

"Speaking..." Elaine replied on the phone before pausing a bit. "Oh hey Mel... dDidn't I just see you leave? I was thinking we should get together some time. You, me and your brother-."

"What did my brother say to you?" Mel asked brusquely, basically ignoring whatever her friend just said.

Elaine paused for a moment, unable to sense the latent hostility in Mel's voice, mainly because her angry voice sounded a lot like her normal... deadpan voice only a little faster and more crisp. "Oh... yeah... he's a bad one. I told him the starting pay for the first ninty days was nine an hour and so he whispered in my ear how much he had to pay me for an hour," she said with a chuckle over the phone. "Oh geez... he's a naughty one."

"Should be. He went to prison for manslaughter Elaine," Melanie replied sharply as Elaine coughed.

"Yeah... you shouldn't tell me that Mel," Elaine stammered, somewhat in shock. "Stuff like that can complicate the application process. Anyways he did his time right? I mean, he's not crazy or anything is he? You vouched for him right?" she asked, her voice becoming steadily more worried.

Melanie paused and then realized everything Elaine said was true. He hadn't done anything crazy yet and truth be told, just because he liked sex and fighting didn't mean he was a violent person, especially since he had been nothing but nice to her so far. "No. He's actually... been... good..." she said in a halting voice, as if she didn't want to admit it simply because the change he had already brought to her sheltered lifestyle.

Even through the phone, Elaine could sense something was off with Mel. "Hey it's tough dealing with a new roommate," she said. "I've worked with people in his situation before. We actually are a preferred employer of those just released from incarceration in this county. It's fine, really. Just give him a chance okay," Elaine said.

"Okay... I'll can give him a chance," Mel replied weakly.

"Awesome. So how about dinn-," Elaine started to say as Mel, having already pulled the phone away from her ear and pressed a button, turning it off and terminating the call.

With a long sigh, she pocketed the phone and then turned back to the clinic, when suddenly she noticed Ronald almost literally standing behind her. His six foot four frame towering an even foot above her, almost casting a shadow across her body. She literally screamed in shock and fright, before stumbling back a few steps, the color draining from her face before she realized Ronald wasn't going to do anything.

And almost immediately a sick feeling started to churn in her stomach, as she knew she recognized Ronald instantly, but still instinctively reacted the same way she did. It was so loud that the heads of bystanders had turned towards them. A passing cyclists gawked at her as she walked around the front end of the cars, eyes facing downward.

"Are you okay?" the biker asked as he passed by.

"Yeah. Yeah," she replied meekly, shrugging her shoulders as her face turned red and she tried to ignore whatever reaction Ron had to her terrified outburst. He was saying something and she was trying not to hear it.

Instead she just climbed into the truck, her eyes already glistening from the tears she was holding back at how embarrassing she just acted, while she turned the key in the ignition and moved the car into gear. Ronald climbed into the passenger side, as Melanie, still averting contact with him, just sniffled loudly. "Sorry... I thought..." she started to say, shaking her head vigorously. "Just sorry," she said, not even bothering with any explanation since the only thing that came to her mind was the truth.

She was genuinely afraid of him and even moreso, she was afraid for how much of the conversation he might've heard her have, especially the part where she told Elaine up front the rather violent reason for why he was incarcerated without any context and yet Elaine seemed to take it in stride.

Melanie started to drive, the trucks cab feeling like a prison cell itself as she was more or less trapped with Ronald in this awkward situation until they reached their destination.

Ron and Elaine were sitting on opposite sides as she asked him casual interview questions. He was loose and even flirty.
“Sounds like a cool environment. I’ll enjoy the exercise and fun. When we aren’t washing cars sit in back playing cards. Punch in and out as to when the cars are there and aren’t…sounds fair.” He says smiling. “Most of all a very cool boss in you is the bonus. You certainly beat my last boss I had.”

His eyes met Melanie’s as he glanced over as she looked up. He was sizing her up in his lustful eyes. He smiled at her and looked back at Elaine.
“Seriously $9 an hour? Wow, I would pay you to let me work here from the looks of everything. Especially if I might say….I am guessing in the summer shorts and tanktops recommended.” He said smiling and eyes becoming animated. Elaine obviously was worried about sexual harassment with Ron as he was testing those boundaries a bit before even being hired.

Elaine told him his starting rate was $9 an hour for the first 90 days.

Elaine was shaking her head as Ronald leaned back in his chair, having sat up and whispered,
“So how much do I have to pay for an hour sexy boss lady?” he said smiling in a whisper in her ear.

“Hey throw me a bone…I want to earn an honest paycheck but also want to have fun.” He said grinning.

"Oh you'll fit right in here," Elaine replied to the unheard comment Ron made, as Mel simply went back to reading.

A few more minutes passed, the only interruption being when Ron actually asked Mel to look over his application which she dutifully did, before he turned it back to Elaine.
“Hey, Mel can you proofread this? I can give it back to Lainey.” He asked nicely.

He handed back to Elaine.

As soon as she took it, she signed off on the bottom. "I'll pass a copy along to corporate HR, but to be honest, since Mel here is vouching for you and you pass my sniff test, I think I'm comfortable with making a conditional job offer now," Elaine said gingerly, before looking up at her often awkward friend Mel. "You are vouching for him right? He does seem... kind of like a bad boy... I'm not sure," she added teasingly as she smirked at him and then lightly touched his forearm.

"Ummm Mel?" Elaine suddenly asked again as Mel shuddered a bit, realizing she hadn't answered her yet.

"Oh yeah... totally," Melanie replied in a stereotypically bland voice, as Elaine smiled again.

"Awesome," she said, her face brightening up as she slid him the terms of employment. "Just give me a copy of your state ID. Drivers License. And your social security number. Then you'll have to take a drug test, but you can begin working before we get that back. You can probably start by the beginning of next week," Elaine then added, her face still glowing as she then rose up, shaking both of their hands when, as soon as Mel turned away, she touched Ronald's forearm again. "See you soon," she said, raising her eyebrows at him a bit.

“Sounds great Lainey.” He replied and winked.
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They stopped by a clinic along the way where he could give his urine sample for the drug test, deciding not to waste time on that. Ron went in and told them he was there for a pre-employment drug test. He handed them his paperwork. He had to clean out his pockets and verify paperwork. They went over his instructions to fill the tube. He didn’t need to drink any water as he actually needed to take a leak. So, it was quick and easy. He verified everything after coming out and got a receipt before leaving.

With a long sigh, she pocketed the phone and then turned back to the clinic, when suddenly she noticed Ronald almost literally standing behind her. His six foot four frame towering an even foot above her, almost casting a shadow across her body. She literally screamed in shock and fright, before stumbling back a few steps, the color draining from her face before she realized Ronald wasn't going to do anything.

Ron looked at her puzzled.
“Whats wrong Mel?” he asked but she didn’t answer.

She walked around the front end of the cars, eyes facing downward.

"Are you okay?" the biker asked as he passed by.

"Yeah. Yeah," she replied meekly, shrugging her shoulders as her face turned red.

“Mel…what is wrong? Did I do something?” he asked again.

Instead she just climbed into the truck, her eyes already glistening from the tears she was holding back at how embarrassing she just acted, while she turned the key in the ignition and moved the car into gear. Ronald climbed into the passenger side, as Melanie, still averting contact with him, just sniffled loudly. "Sorry... I thought..." she started to say, shaking her head vigorously. "Just sorry," she said.

“It its okay Mel. I am sure it is a little unsettling still to be around me.” He said and sighed.

“You know…I was told to expect it. I am a lot of things but I am not a monster. I never harmed anyone I cared about. I will never harm…you. I want you to trust me and become comfortable with being around me. I need…to not feel alone. I want us to be close. I don’t know.” He said all somberly and trailed off looking out the truck window.

Not much was spoken on the way home after that. The drive home seemed like an eternity with the awkward silence.

He walked in the house after her. He wraps his arms around her. She stiffens up but he keeps his arms around her and gives her a kiss on the cheek.
“I think we need more of this for you to get more comfortable with me. Mel, I am not a mean sadistic monster, in fact I am very gentle much less fun. Only when I compete boxing and mixed martial arts would someone say I am rough and tough. When I am with my lady friends or having a drink…I am very gentle person.” He states as he leads her to the couch in the living room. She sits and he releases her sitting next to her.

“You are the last person that needs to fear me in any way. I envision you being one of if not the most important person in my life. I like to say I live for three things sex, beer and competing in fighting sports. Actually, I will add a fourth. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I want someone that cares about me.” He states somberly and leans down and removes her footwear and scoots away to hold her feet in his lap. He rubs her feet and calfs while talking.

“See…gentle touch.” He states while rubbing her feet and looking into her eyes.

“I don’t regret much but I often wonder what would be. I know I am who I am. I am fortunate to have much more wisdom than when I went in. I was the child superstar and let that ride take over who I should have became. Coaches told me and our parents I was the next Mike Tyson of boxing. I won trophies and everything. That is why everyone looked the other way when I was drinking at 12. Not much after I was going out and believing I was all that. No one told me different until it was too late. I was in that world of my own. 12 years….where would I be today if I had that 12 years back and not screwed up.” He states rubbing her calfs.

“I just want a life. I know that superstardom is unlikely. I do believe I can do a little in the world of mixed martial arts. Make a good living and retire early hopefully. Personally I want something I felt I never needed…that is to not feel alone Mel. I am not sure I have the right to ask much less push on you but you have already been so good to me. I just think we have to get over you being….scared of me.” He states and gently puts her legs down.

“I was going to go out tonight but I think I would rather spend the evening with you. I think over time you will realize I am what I say…gentle and not a monster.” He adds and gives her a hug before getting up.

“You know I am open to what you want to do for dinner. We can order a pizza even. I figured we could watch a movie or a regular TV show. No matter to me.” He states and smiles.

He again wraps his arms around her as she walks by.
“I am sorry Mel for the life you had to endure because of the wild child I became. I doubt I can make it up but I would like to have fun with you…teach you to let loose and have fun maybe. Mainly I want us to be close.” He says and gives her another kiss on the cheek before releasing her.

Ron knew that his behavior would likely be somewhat disturbing to Melanie. He laid off the affection until after having dinner. He followed her to the living room after. He wasn’t going to give her choice to call it a night or anything except spend the evening with him. He sat right beside her on the couch and put his arm around her and pulled her close. Although he knew she had to quite uncomfortable, he also figured she would eventually get used to it or him take your choice.
“I am open to whatever you want to watch.” He said and smiled.

He pulled a cover over the two of them. His hands gently rubbed her back and one of her legs after a while watching TV. Just casual touching.

He walked in the house after her. He wraps his arms around her. She stiffens up but he keeps his arms around her and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

“I think we need more of this for you to get more comfortable with me. Mel, I am not a mean sadistic monster, in fact I am very gentle much less fun. Only when I compete boxing and mixed martial arts would someone say I am rough and tough. When I am with my lady friends or having a drink…I am very gentle person.” He states as he leads her to the couch in the living room. She sits and he releases her sitting next to her.

“You are the last person that needs to fear me in any way. I envision you being one of if not the most important person in my life. I like to say I live for three things sex, beer and competing in fighting sports. Actually, I will add a fourth. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I want someone that cares about me.” He states somberly and leans down and removes her footwear and scoots away to hold her feet in his lap. He rubs her feet and calfs while talking.

“See…gentle touch.” He states while rubbing her feet and looking into her eyes.

Melanie looked back at him and he could tell she was still uneasy, and had a look of apprehension hidden behind her face as his hands slid over her feet and calves, massaging them softly, yet firmly. He could even sense the tight, involuntarily sharp breathes she was taking in response to his demonstration of gentleness.

“I don’t regret much but I often wonder what would be. I know I am who I am. I am fortunate to have much more wisdom than when I went in. I was the child superstar and let that ride take over who I should have became. Coaches told me and our parents I was the next Mike Tyson of boxing. I won trophies and everything. That is why everyone looked the other way when I was drinking at 12. Not much after I was going out and believing I was all that. No one told me different until it was too late. I was in that world of my own. 12 years….where would I be today if I had that 12 years back and not screwed up.” He states rubbing her calfs.

The apprehension was still there, but at least her breathing seemed to relax. As he glanced down from her eyes briefly, he noticed her toes were absently curling and squirming as he continued to rub her feet, though whether this was being done in response to the stimulus, she was being playful, or that she was trying to use it as something else to focus her attention on. Regardless, she seemed to be lowering her perpetual guard enough to at least enjoy, not just endure, his presence, at least in this case. When his eyes rose back to her face, he noticed an albeit hesitant, half smile crossing her face as he offered his heartfelt story to him.

“I just want a life. I know that superstardom is unlikely. I do believe I can do a little in the world of mixed martial arts. Make a good living and retire early hopefully. Personally I want something I felt I never needed…that is to not feel alone Mel. I am not sure I have the right to ask much less push on you but you have already been so good to me. I just think we have to get over you being….scared of me.” He states and gently puts her legs down.

“I was going to go out tonight but I think I would rather spend the evening with you. I think over time you will realize I am what I say…gentle and not a monster.” He adds and gives her a hug before getting up.

“You know I am open to what you want to do for dinner. We can order a pizza even. I figured we could watch a movie or a regular TV show. No matter to me.” He states and smiles.

Almost immediately, she decided to make a bee line for the bathroom, or her bedroom, give herself time to formulate some sort of excuse for not spending anymore time with him. She wanted, she really did want, to be sympathetic with him, but the discomfort of her changing situation with his presence, it was just hard. She was beginning to resign herself to maybe them living separate lives out of the same place, just let him go out every night so that she could at least enjoy that time of the day being unchanged, but with what he just said, she was doubting even that could happen.

He again wraps his arms around her as she walks by.

“I am sorry Mel for the life you had to endure because of the wild child I became. I doubt I can make it up but I would like to have fun with you…teach you to let loose and have fun maybe. Mainly I want us to be close.” He says and gives her another kiss on the cheek before releasing her.

He could almost hear a feint whimper from within her, as he wrapped her up in his arms tightly, and the far more audible sniffle that followed as he leaned down and kissed her softly on the cheek again. But as soon as he let go, she soundlessly scampered off to the living room, realizing she couldn't escape him if he followed. She wanted to just shut herself in the bedroom until he hopefully left for the evening. But she was finding it hard to justify doing that out of fear. In fact, her rational fear of him was waning with every passing minute, so that while she was still finding herself scared of him and his presence, it was more instinctive and subconscious then anything. No, she realized her main problem with him was that she was comfortable with her isolation, and simply disliked and was uncomfortable with his presence in general.

So she didn't flee to her bedroom, and shut the door on her brother. Despite all of her social anxiety problems, she wasn't a mean or cruel person. She knew that. She sat on the couch, next to the phone and as she eyed him warily, she picked up the phone and called for pizza. The pizza was his idea, but somehow, she managed to bring herself to be the one to choose the toppings. For anyone else, it wouldn't of been a big deal ordering without asking about toppings, but with her, it was quite the hurdle to overcome the fear of choosing something wrong even if he asked her to order whatever she wanted.

Ron knew that his behavior would likely be somewhat disturbing to Melanie. He laid off the affection until after having dinner. He followed her to the living room after. He wasn’t going to give her choice to call it a night or anything except spend the evening with him. He sat right beside her on the couch and put his arm around her and pulled her close. Although he knew she had to quite uncomfortable, he also figured she would eventually get used to it or him, take your choice.

“I am open to whatever you want to watch.” He said and smiled.

He pulled a cover over the two of them. His hands gently rubbed her back and one of her legs after a while watching TV. Just casual touching.

She felt his hands on her back and the leg closest to his. Only initially did she start to squirm in response to his uncomfortable touches, but soon, she seemed to resign to his attention as she soon found herself nestled up next to him as they split time between watching the various Discovery and National Geographic channel shows way into the night. The time passed quietly, as she rarely spoke, but he could feel as time passed, she was relaxing more and more.

No one could keep a tense guard up the entire evening, and she was no different. Soon the discomfort she was feeling from his affectionate attention passed, soon it actually transformed into something soothing, his persistence paying off. And eventually, his soothing touch made her even more relaxed, as her eyes grew heavier, the night growing longer, and she found her mind drifting back across her entire life.

She had never been held like this, affectionately, that she could ever remember, except perhaps when she was a little kid. And that was a long time ago. It was before he went to prison, before they stopped becoming a family.

Melanie found herself finally enjoying, not enduring the evening spent with her brother. Sometime, late at night, when she was struggling to stay awake, she thought about heading off to bed, but was feeling perfectly comfortable nestled under her brothers arm. She didn't have the will or desire to leave him as she passed off easily into sleep, her head nuzzling the side of his chest.

A few moments later, she could almost feel herself drifting in the air, as Ronald carried her to her bedroom, having scooped her sleeping body... gently... into his strong arms and laid her out in the bed.

There was a giant sized stuffed bear already laying on her bed and from what he could tell, it looked like a recent purchase of hers, probably made after the parents left. It was the only stuffed animal in the entire room. Although he was no expert on young women, it did seem peculiar that she had no other stuffed toys around and thus, she likely had been without until she bought that.

And as soon as he laid her down, her limbs almost naturally seemed to wrap around the stuffed animal, she buried her face into the side of the bears head and curled a leg and arm around it, a warm, genuine smile crossing her face as she did so. Ronald then pulled the sheets up to just under her shoulder.

She sighed longingly, sliding a hand from her stuffed bear to his arm as he tucked her in for the night. "Thank you," she said softly, still mostly asleep. Her fingertips drifted over his forearm as he pulled his arm back and watched her sleep for a moment.

Her sister was in a state of utter relaxation, as he noticed the feint, perpetual smile on her face. She had replaced parties and hanging out and having lots of friends and hobbies with working on cars, electronics and house projects. Things that she could control, calculate, manipulate and didn't talk back.

And now, she had practically revealed to him her sheltered life had also practically sequestered her away from most forms of affection, nurturing, and all of the key bonds that were formed in most normal families, cloistered or not. As soon as her parents left, she tried to fill the gap of all of those tuck-ins and hugs and birthdays she missed out on by purchasing the biggest teddy bear she could find.

Considering how she was practically strangling the stuffed animal while she was sleeping, it seemed to be a poor replacement.

She felt his hands on her back and the leg closest to his. Only initially did she start to squirm in response to his uncomfortable touches, but soon, she seemed to resign to his attention as she soon found herself nestled up next to him as they split time between watching the various Discovery and National Geographic channel shows way into the night. The time passed quietly, as she rarely spoke, but he could feel as time passed, she was relaxing more and more.

It was enough to cuddle with her than to carry on a conversation. It was a start at least. He didn’t like her being scared of him.

She eventually passed off easily into sleep, her head nuzzling the side of his chest.

A few moments later, Ronald carried her to her bedroom, having scooped her sleeping body... gently... into his strong arms and laid her out in the bed.

There was a giant sized stuffed bear already laying on her bed and from what he could tell, it looked like a recent purchase of hers, probably made after the parents left. It was the only stuffed animal in the entire room. Although he was no expert on young women, it did seem peculiar that she had no other stuffed toys around and thus, she likely had been without until she bought that.

And as soon as he laid her down, her limbs almost naturally seemed to wrap around the stuffed animal, she buried her face into the side of the bears head and curled a leg and arm around it, a warm, genuine smile crossing her face as she did so. Ronald then pulled the sheets up to just under her shoulder.

She sighed longingly, sliding a hand from her stuffed bear to his arm as he tucked her in for the night. "Thank you," she said softly, still mostly asleep. Her fingertips drifted over his forearm as he pulled his arm back and watched her sleep for a moment.

He kissed her forehead.
“Good night Melanie. Love you.” He whispered and left her room.

It was strangely a quite enjoyable and successful night. He wasn’t out partying drinking, getting laid or even enjoying a good fight. He was bonding with his sister. From the looks of it all, she may need it more than him. He is no expert in psychology but it appears mom and dad went off the deep end to shelter poor Melanie.

Ron goes ff to his room and gets a good night sleep first one in his old home. He smiles as he knows he will not wake up in prison or some strange unfamiliar bedroom. In the morning he gets up early puts on work out clothes and runs 3 and half miles. He gets back and immediately goes into the garage to workout with the machines Melanie had made for him. He had a program already to go including strength and stamina in his quest. After a bit over an hour and half, he stretched and then went inside.

He wrapped his arms around Melanie cooking breakfast from behind. He kissed her cheek and shoulder.
“Good morning sweetie. I got a good workout with your home made gym.” He said and smiled. He released her and stood there for a moment.

“I didn’t think I could enjoy an evening without competing in a good fight or drinking beer much less having sex with a good looking woman…but Melanie…I underestimated how much I want you to be close to me and a major part of my life. I am going to go shower but I wanted to say last night was great.” He said and smiled then walked to the shower.

After he showered and dressed he came back down and ate breakfast with Melanie.
“I got some errands to run today. I was hoping to take care of my driver’s license and see if I can get a cheap set of wheels so you don’t always have to play chauffeur.” He says while eating.

He helps clear the table after eating and clean up.
“I will be back later for dinner but need to go out tonight and earn some money from boxing but hope we can spend a little time tonight together.” He says and steps forward and hugs her and kisses her forehead.

He walks to the door and heads toward the bus stop. He takes a ride then walks some more until he reaches Birch Brewers. He walked in from the back.
“I need to talk to Stan.” He told one of the people cleaning.

Finally Stan comes out.
“Missed you last night.” He said to Ron.

“Like I said, I have matured. I don’t that life every night. What I do need is to make a living. I am asking you again what you can do for me.” He said respectfully.

“Alright, you come back in tonight at 11pm and I will give you a chance to make 2 grand. You still need to come back to the bar every Friday and defend your title here.” He said after pausing for a moment.

“I will do that. I have a girl or two that I don’t want to disappoint by disappearing.” He said and shook his hand.

“Oh…I now I have asked for a lot and I will always owe you….but I really would like a set of wheels instead of riding the city bus.” He said somberly.

“Out back I have a Mustang about 15 years old. Title is in my office. I will deduct from your fights to pay it back.” Stan said to a smiling Ron. Ron quickly went around to see a dark blue Ford Mustang in decent shape. He got the title and all then drove to take care of the his license and the license plates for the car. Th next stop he did was at a local gym.

“Tiger Claw academy. Whatever. I just hope they can hook me up with some local fighting.” He says to himself making one of his last stops.

He walks inside and talks to a Coach Matherson.
“Can I help you?” Matherson asks in a gruff voice.

“I am wondering how I can get on those local MMA cards you advertise. I am wanting to become a Mixed Martial Arts Fighter.” He states looking intently at Matherson. Ron doesn’t like people that try to intimidate others. Matherson certainly seems the kind to run right over the top of someone.

“You are a big bastard but can you fight?” he asks.

“I was silver gloves boxing champion 8 times. I went away to prison for a bit…in prison I fought for the last 10 years in an MMA league of sorts. Undefeated 28 wins zero losses. I learned some Jiu Jitsu but certainly could improve. I can hold my own…my goal is to work in Strikeforce someday.” Ron states somberly.

“Impressive. I don’t judge a man’s mistakes of the past…just what he does in the present future. I do have an opening for heavyweight on the card in two weeks. You are welcome to train here and see how you measure up.” Matherson offers.

“For now…I am good but I may take your offer in the future and I assume you can also help me contact the right people to get into Strikeforce.” He states and Matherson nods. He respectfully shakes his hand and leaves.

He stops by the car wash on his way home.
“Hey Elaine.” He says as he walks into her office. He smiles with his dazzling charm.

“Just curious if you….could find a place in your busy social calendar to fit in a dinner tomorrow night. I would ask for tonight but I have an engagement.” He states and smiles.

“Well well look who is the busy social butterfly. I would love to have dinner Ronnie. Is Melanie also coming?” She asks.

“Yes of course. The three of us for dinner at 6pm say.” Ron states and smiles a she nods.

He gets into his car and drives home satisfied with himself how the day went. He walks in and hugs Melanie picking her up.
“I had a great day Mel.” He says and sets her down.

“I would like you being the car expert to look at my Mustang I got from Stan. It has some age but seems to run okay.” He states taking her hand and showing her the car.

“I had a busy day…I stopped by and saw Elaine. I took the liberty of inviting her to a dinner at 6pm tomorrow night. I know you may not be cool with that but I think you need to get out more. I want to do stuff with you.” He states after she looks over the car. He pulls her closer to him as he sits down on the couch.

“In two weeks I get an opportunity to be on the local Mixed Martial Arts card. I guess I can find out if I have what it takes.” He states and rubs her back.

He chuckles a little.
“I know you are not a fan of my fighting but this is a sport and I am competing. I really would like you there to support me.” He states and kisses her forehead.

“I am going out tonight later but want to spend another night with you Melanie.” He states as they get up and he wraps his arms around her and kisses her cheek then shoulder. He attempts at least to help her fix dinner.

After dinner Ron once again follows Melanie back to the living room. He takes her feet and legs and softly massages them before massaging her back and wrapping his arm around her.
“See I can be gentle…I think you might agree I can be fun to be around.” He says while rubbing and kisses her forehead.

As the night wore on he didn’t say much as Melanie hadn’t yet opened up as a chatter box just yet. For all he knew he was still forcing all of this on her. He did suspect that it was at least welcomed. He once again carried her to her bedroom. One surprise though. He pulled out a teddy bear in a work out outfit with Tiger Claw Academy on the front of the bear’s shirt.
“I thought you might like this.” He said as he set her down gently into her bed and handed her the new teddy bear. This time he gently kissed her lips with his. It was a quick kiss but on the lips.

“Good night I love you Melanie.” He said and went to his room to change clothes.

He changed into clothes that he could move better in to fight. He then went downstairs and drove to the bar. He met Stan and was driven to the riverfront. If he didn’t trust Stan, he might of thought he was being driven to be executed and dumped somewhere. A bunch of luxury cars eventually show up and Stan has Ron get out. He introduces him to some people and then one of the men goes around and collects bets apparently. Stan tells Ron he has a good amount on him to win. Ron stretches for a little bit before eyeing his opponent. Gorga a Russian with a big pony tail. The man was at least 6 foot six inches and over 300 pounds. Even in these underground fights there is a type of introduction. Ron is just waiting to get on with it. Finally the man doing the introductions says FIGHT.

Ron comes out bouncing and smooth with left jabs to Gorga’s face. He lands a right but Gorga has a good chin. Ron lands a couple to his midsection but Gorga comes forward and bearhugs Ron. Ron is in trouble as this man is immensely powerful. Ron hits him with his forehead to Gorga’s nose until he releases him. Ron then follows with a left hook and right cross at least three times to buckle Gorga’s knees. Gorga then kicked Ron in the face and dropped him to the concrete ground. Gorga wa coming in to follow up but Ron rolled quickly then kipped up. He dodged another Gorga big kick and hit then big man with a kick between his legs. Gorga hollered out in pain. Ron came over and kicked him in the face then a flurry of right and left bombs hooks, crosses and uppercuts until Gorga fell face down to the concrete. A man came over and held Ron’s arm high in the air. Ron heard someone say impressive to Stan who just smiled while collecting money.

Stan shook Ron’s hand and gave him his 2 grand. He drove him back to his car.
“This is not necessarily the life you want Ron but I will feed you some fights. For your sake son…I hope you walk away from this and fight in that UFC or Strikeforce for real money sooner than later. For now you are going to make me some big money.” Stan says in a very decent way.

Ron drove home and cleaned up a bit in the bathroom before going to sleep. He woke up early and did his road work before some weight training. He again came into the kitchen and kissed Melanie’s cheek and hugged her.
“Good Morning how is my wonderful sweet sister doing?” he said and smiled.

He wrapped his arms around Melanie cooking breakfast from behind. He kissed her cheek and shoulder.

“Good morning sweetie. I got a good workout with your home made gym.” He said and smiled. He released her and stood there for a moment.

She just did her typical tightening up of her body as he held her, not quite relaxing until he let her go and she resumed cooking up the rather delicious smelling breakfast of breakfast sausage, scrambled eggs and diced potatoes in a skillet.

“I didn’t think I could enjoy an evening without competing in a good fight or drinking beer much less having sex with a good looking woman…but Melanie…I underestimated how much I want you to be close to me and a major part of my life. I am going to go shower but I wanted to say last night was great.” He said and smiled then walked to the shower.

She started to open her mouth, but as she saw him walk off, decided not to bother, instead focusing on finishing breakfast before he left the shower.

After he showered and dressed he came back down and ate breakfast with Melanie. “I got some errands to run today. I was hoping to take care of my driver’s license and see if I can get a cheap set of wheels so you don’t always have to play chauffeur.” He says while eating.

"That sounds like a good idea," Melanie managed to will herself to say. "Not that it's a problem... being your driver," she then added, lying straight up.

He helps clear the table after eating and clean up. Their relationship might've improved though. Even thought she seemed hesitant to get in his way as they cleaned up, she actually said thanks in return for the help.

“I will be back later for dinner but need to go out tonight and earn some money from boxing but hope we can spend a little time tonight together.” He says and steps forward and hugs her and kisses her forehead.

She closed her eyes as he wrapped his strong arms around her, and then kissed her forward. In return, he saw her arms rise up a bit, bending only at the elbows as she seemed to lightly touch his hips in response to his hug. It was such a light response he couldn't of felt it, but it was clearly different behavior from her usual arms at the side routine he had experienced so far. "Okay," she said as he pulled back. "Have a good day," she said in a dry voice.

As soon as he left, she leaned against the interior of the front door of the house and let out a big sigh, leaning her head back until it audibly knocked against the door. She had weathered the storm so to speak, the anxiety she was feeling slowly flowing from her body as she tried to calm down, to relax, her heart pumping like crazy.

She cursed herself under her breath, for being so awkward, so withdrawn, so antisocial. She could barely handle her brother hugging her and kissing her without just feeling a primal, a visceral anxiety or fear of disappointing him, or angering him, or a general discomfort of having someone who was still essentially a stranger to her be so invested in her life. It was such a change.

But she took a deep breath. She'd endure it somehow.

And deep down, she didn't lie to herself. She figured she could enjoy having him around. She just had to learn how.

But, not wanting to face her own problems too long, she quickly took advantage of her 'vacation' from him for the day, as she spent the entire morning investing herself fully in doing odd jobs around the house, cleaning the gutters, tidying up the house, and then taking her truck out for a spin, hitting up the library to gorge on some books and then the auto parts store before heading to a local computer specialty store, where the staff were almost as 'quirky' as she was.

She bypassed the usual departments she normally checked out, heading to the movies section, which compared with most stores, was actually quite small and mostly pre-owned stuff. She was only browsing a few minutes when one of the sales people recognized her straying out of her normal browsing areas.

"Hey there Melster, what's up?" asked a spectacled sales floor associate.

"Do you have any fighting videos?" she asked simply, in a question so broad it could've meant anything.

"Like martial arts?" he asked with a smile, before gesturing in the general direction of a shelf full of Kung Fu and Wushu films.

"No ummm... the ultimate fighting stuff?" Mel asked.

The salesman took a beat to digest what she said. "Mel... I didn't know you were a fight fan."

"I'm not," Melanie replied, already shifting uncomfortably as he seemed to want to strike up a conversation she didn't want to have.

Noticing her discomfort, the salesman glanced to the entrance. "Best place for that stuff is on the internet. Just Netflix it to be honest," he said. "Our selection here is small and it's not even that good at Best Buy or anything and they'll overcharge you something crazy."

"Okay. Thank you," she said, before holding up a cheap DVD on clearance for ninety nine cents. "I'll take this."

She kept her eyes on the clock, not wanting to be caught in her own garage gym, as she stared at her laptop computer mounted on a table on the side of the garage, playing the DVD that she had purchased. However the store had gotten hold of it, she quickly realized it was only one installment of a set, as some guy she never heard of called Freddie Roach was spending the whole half hour segment on proper heavy and speed bag boxing techniques.

Even though the DVD was only a half hour long, she soon found herself spending the better part of the afternoon in the gym, applying the same near mimicry of the techniques she saw on the video to what she was doing, like she did with everything else. In fact, as she worked up a sweat, she realized she was rather enjoying smashing the heavy bag over and over again, even finding herself smiling as she used it as a bit of stress relief.

She had tried, without any instruction before, hitting the heavy bag with the gloves she bought for herself only to find after a few minutes she wasn't just bored, but her hands and wrists were sore as well. But now, she was practically getting lost in perfecting the proper bag punching techniques that she almost missed the tell tale sound of a Ford Mustang pulling into the driveway.

Not wanting to be embarrassingly caught in the gym, Melanie quickly slammed the laptop shut, held the heavy bag until it was closed and then turned off the lights and literally sprinted to her bedroom, throwing her workout clothes under her bed and then walked out of the room wearing the same clothes she had on that morning.

As if on cue, she met him as he came through the door, in her rush having forgot completely that she had left the laptop in the gym.

He gets into his car and drives home satisfied with himself how the day went. He walks in and hugs Melanie picking her up.

“I had a great day Mel.” He says and sets her down.

“I would like you being the car expert to look at my Mustang I got from Stan. It has some age but seems to run okay.” He states taking her hand and showing her the car.

Immediately her eyes lit up a bit as she saw the Ford Mustang. It required some spit and polish, but she realized it was still going to be a fun project. She always wanted to work on, as well as drive or ride in such a powerful American car and now her brother of all people had surprisingly made that possible. He felt her hand suddenly grasp his tightly instead of the limp grip she had before as they looked over the vehicle.

“I had a busy day…I stopped by and saw Elaine. I took the liberty of inviting her to a dinner at 6pm tomorrow night. I know you may not be cool with that but I think you need to get out more. I want to do stuff with you.” He states after she looks over the car. He pulls her closer to him as he sits down on the couch.

“In two weeks I get an opportunity to be on the local Mixed Martial Arts card. I guess I can find out if I have what it takes.” He states and rubs her back.

She was tense, and just as much from the fact he said he wanted to continue fighting as much as it was the fact she was still feeling a mix of enjoyment and apprehension of her brother giving her a backrub.

He chuckled a little.

“I know you are not a fan of my fighting but this is a sport and I am competing. I really would like you there to support me.” He states and kisses her forehead.

“I am going out tonight later but want to spend another night with you Melanie.” He states as they get up and he wraps his arms around her and kisses her cheek then shoulder. He attempts at least to help her fix dinner.

After dinner Ron once again follows Melanie back to the living room. He takes her feet and legs and softly massages them before massaging her back and wrapping his arm around her.

“See I can be gentle…I think you might agree I can be fun to be around.” He says while rubbing and kisses her forehead.

As the night wore on he didn’t say much as Melanie hadn’t yet opened up as a chatter box just yet. For all he knew he was still forcing all of this on her. He did suspect that it was at least welcomed. He once again carried her to her bedroom. One surprise though. He pulled out a teddy bear in a work out outfit with Tiger Claw Academy on the front of the bear’s shirt.

“I thought you might like this.” He said as he set her down gently into her bed and handed her the new teddy bear. This time he gently kissed her lips with his. It was a quick kiss but on the lips.

“Good night I love you Melanie.” He said and went to his room to change clothes.

She looked up a bit, staring at him as he left the room, waiting until he was out of sight before she smacked her thin lips together and just sat there blinking for a moment. "I love you too," she said softly, unsure herself if she was feeling sincere and saying it so softly, she knew he didn't hear it. But for some reason, she felt the compulsion to say it, as if only to prove that she could.
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Ron drove home and cleaned up a bit in the bathroom before going to sleep. He woke up early and did his road work before some weight training. He again came into the kitchen and kissed Melanie’s cheek and hugged her.

“Good Morning how is my wonderful sweet sister doing?” he said and smiled.

She tightened up as he hugged and kissed her on the cheek, but surprisingly, had a response ready. "I'm good Ronnie. How are you?" she then asked with a hint of worry in her voice. But not enough for her to turn away from the stove.

She poured the contents of the skillet onto two plates, and finally headed to the breakfast table but also took the opportunity over breakfast to examine his face, but not seeing any particular bruises beyond what looked like a feint abrasion on one side of his face. Almost instinctively she wanted to reach out and check it, but that urge was immediately squashed by her mindset.

"I hope you are feeling okay," she then said before turning to the clock. "Today is Monday so I have to go to work but I should be home for dinner with Elaine," she then added, her voice having a slight inflection in it as she was trying not to overthink what to say to him, knowing if she did, she'd be a mute like normal.

"I hope you like your new job though but it might not be as fun as fighting," she then added, as she tried to make an attempt at an actual joke, albeit a small one.

They finished breakfast, with her taking a shower afterwards, before preparing to head out for the day, dressed in her gray overalls she wore to work. Smiling tightly at him as he entered the gym, she gave him an awkward wave. "Have a good day Ronnie!" she said in a bit of a stilted loud voice before heading out the front door, still not remembering she had left her laptop and the boxing dvd she bought in the gym.

She headed to the bodyshop, where she operated more as the resident mechanic as opposed to working on installation of the frame or body or painting or detailing and other non-mechanical or engine related tasks. It was ultimately a boys shop, the only reason she had the job was because she was a girl and thus she was seen as a bit of a novelty, as well as the fact she was an auto genius who was still, at the time, working for her certification.

But even after getting her certification as an auto mechanic, she stayed there, mainly because she was comfortable with her work environment and coworkers. Moving on to something else would've been... stress inducing she felt.

Which was a disruption she didn't want, especially now.

So she punched in, then punched out, making sure to give herself enough time for dinner, as she returned to her house and figuring she had to change, though she didn't quite know what to change into, only that grease and oil stained overalls probably weren't acceptable dining attire.

She tightened up as he hugged and kissed her on the cheek, but surprisingly, had a response ready. "I'm good Ronnie. How are you?" she then asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

“I feel great 3 and half miles and I am enjoying your home made gym to work on my strength regiment.” He said and smiled.

She poured the contents of the skillet onto two plates, and finally headed to the breakfast table but also took the opportunity over breakfast to examine his face, but not seeing any particular bruises beyond what looked like a feint abrasion on one side of his face.

"I hope you are feeling okay," she then said before turning to the clock. "Today is Monday so I have to go to work but I should be home for dinner with Elaine," she then added, her voice having a slight inflection in it.

He took a couple of bites of breakfast.
“Very tasty Melanie.” He said and smiled.

"I hope you like your new job though but it might not be as fun as fighting," she then added, as she tried to make an attempt at an actual joke, albeit a small one.

“Oh it will be fine. I will enjoy the physical labor and fun atmosphere.” He added.

They finished breakfast, with her taking a shower afterwards, before preparing to head out for the day, dressed in her gray overalls she wore to work. Smiling tightly at him as he entered the gym, she gave him an awkward wave. "Have a good day Ronnie!" she said in a bit of a stilted loud voice before heading out the front door.
“Thanks…you too Melanie.” He replied as he was doing some heavy bag work.

After he was pretty satisfied with his workout, he decided to take a shower. He did however notice her laptop in the gym. He was going to take it inside when he saw a boxing DVD. He was amused so he played the DVD. He thought to himself, very cool. She is at least looking into what he does or maybe even seeing how it is done. She couldn’t be trying it could she? He smiled.

He showers and puts on jeans and a tanktop. He drives down to the car wash. He smiles as he knows that it is highly unlikely he will be here for even 3 months but he has to check in with his parole officer and this is a good gig to say he has. Fighting in a bar on Fridays and then occasionally in underground fights may not look too good. He says his hellos to Elaine and meets the other crew members. His size and tattoos immediately separate him in a good way. This crowd apparently likes a true bad ass.

“I will try and get some free tickets but if all of you want to attend my fight at the Rage on River event, would be cool. We can hang out after I win and have some beers.” He states to everyone as the hang out waiting for cars.

Ron isn’t shy about jumping in and vacuuming cars out and cleaning the inside before they are ready for the wash. When it gets slow he runs to the front and helps dry. He enjoys the atmosphere of playing cards when no one pulls in. It isn’t too busy during the week. Not many people will work during the week because they are expected to punch out when no cars are coming in. Ron can care less. He walks into Elaine’s office at lunch time.
“Hey Lainey…it looks pretty slow right now. I wondered if I could run some errands off the clock.” He asks and she smiles and nods. “Is it inappropriate for me to tell my parole office I have the hottest boss on the planet?” he asks and winks as she smiles and rolls her eyes.

He goes and checks in with his parole officer, Pete Mercer. He gives his address and place of work. Pete seems satisfied with how he is doing. He does advise that he is going to compete in the MMA local event with hopes of making some type of career from that. Pete is okay with his plans for the future as he contends that he has several safeguards to stay out of trouble. One main one is his relationship with his sister. He felt like a loner before and this time he doesn’t feel alone. After a good talk he shakes Pete’s hand and walks out.

Before he returns to the car wash he swings by the Birch Brewers. He walks in and spots Kirsten.
“Hey don’t think I forgot about you sexy. I am craving another breakfast prepared by the sexiest little waitress in town.” He says and slaps her ass then pulls her in by the waist for a kiss.

“Is Stan around?” he asks after being playful.

Stan motions for him to come in back.
“One week. 5K. The “people” were quite impressed with you. This is to prove you are not a fluke. Then you will see some serious fights. I am going to warn you….know when to step away. I know you are a tough SOB warrior and all but this is serious stuff. Collect a payday or two once we get into serious cash and walk.” He states in a serious tone.

“Okay thanks Stan.” He states and leaves after a little more playful time with Kirsten on his way out.

He returns to the car wash and once again jumps right in with the vacuum and cleaning cars out. He even goes over the to Detail center and asks if he can help with cleaning cars there when it gets really slow. He laughs at a couple of guys that mock his work ethic.
“Look guys this isn’t my career but this is where I am at. I want to do my best wherever I am. If I don’t then how will I raise my level when I need to. I think you al should be fortunate to work here…not just the economy but this is a hell of fun environment compared to most. Much less we have a cool boss that isn’t all over us every minute.” He states and talks the negative employees down. Elaine miles as she hears the conversation clearly with her door open.

He pops in at the end of the day to say hello to Elaine before leaving.
“I will see you in about an hour and half. I am taking off Lainey.” He says and smiles as she nods.

He takes off for home in his Mustang. He showers and changes clothes. As he comes out to the living room Melanie gets home.
“Hey sweetie. Good to see you.” He states and hugs her and kisses her cheek.

“I know you are in your coveralls but I still want to give you hug every night you come home. Go get changed and we can pick up Lainey.” He says and smiles.

As Melanie comes down showered and changed, he gives her another hug.
“You know besides being a wonderful sister, you are quite a looker when you want to be Mel. You got a good part of the good looking gene. That is hard for me to admit because I know I a damn good looking guy but facts are facts.” He states and hugs then releases her with another kiss on the cheek.

They pick up Elaine as Melanie gives him directions while he drives his Mustang.
“Hey there gorgeous.” Ron says as Elaine climbs in the car.

“You know things have been so well for me that I want to treat both of you wonderful and gorgeous ladies to a little more than just a dinner. I don’t know the restaurant rankings as far as who is top or bottom. I did however hear that Outback Steakhouse is pretty good.” He says and drives for the location he had found earlier in the day.

“No arguments. Life is almost dream like for me. I live with my wonderful sister. I have a very cool job while I train for my MMA career. I have a tremendous boss and I hope a long term friend.” He states and smiles as Elaine initially protests but calms down and sits back as she sees how happy Ron is.

He parks the car and leads the girls inside. He insists on paying the for dinner to celebrate how great things have gone for him getting out of prison much less just getting out of prison.
“In the company of two such wonderful ladies is truly a blessing for a guy that didn’t have a lot of positives for about 12 years. I feel it my time to not only start over but seize the opportunity at a second chance to make a good solid life fr not only myself but people around me I truly care about.” He says somberly and touches glasses with the girls. He has only one beer and then drinks ice water, showing control and maturity.

After dinner he drops Elaine off first. He walks her to the door.
“So, you know I would love to come in and for us to ummm to get know each other. It is a bit awkward tonight…but if you would be so kind…give me a raincheck and maybe I can give you a ride home after work tomorrow.” He says to Elaine and smiles as she nods.

He strolls back to the car and drives homeward with Melanie in the front seat.
“That was really enjoyable. I am really happy to be doing stuff with you Mel.” He says and pats her leg. His hand rests on her knee.

He chats some most of the way home. He pulls into the driveway and parks. He follows his sister inside.

He wrapped his arms around Melanie as was becoming the norm. He kissed her cheek and shoulder.
“Again great night sweetie.” He adds and kisses her neck as he leads her to the living room.

He sits with his arms around her pulling her in close.
“I like going out but I have to say I am enjoying our evening alone Melanie.” He states smiling and kisses her cheek then kisses her cheek again catching the side of her lips.

“Well you probably want to get changed into something more comfortable in line for bedtime. Before we watch some TV.” He states and lets her go.

Ron waited for a good couple of minutes before following Melanie. He smiled as she wasn’t as of yet locking her bedroom door. He walked inside and much to his delight she had her back turned in her bra and panties. He of course wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. He felt her breasts before she turned around.
“Forget the TV…I have a better idea for entertainment.” He whispered and his mouth met hers in an unmistaken embrace. The second kiss much longer and his tongue swirled with hers as his hand reached around and unsnapped her bra.

“I want you.” He whispered.

He takes off for home in his Mustang. He showers and changes clothes. As he comes out to the living room Melanie gets home.

“Hey sweetie. Good to see you.” He states and hugs her and kisses her cheek.

“I know you are in your coveralls but I still want to give you hug every night you come home. Go get changed and we can pick up Lainey.” He says and smiles.

She smiled back at him, but didn't respond as he instead noticed her almost immediately obey his direction of go get changed. It wasn't until she was showering that he realized he had in fact, not phrased that as a question or request, just a casual statement that could've been easily passed over. But she did so without hesitation.

As Melanie comes down showered and changed, he gives her another hug.

“You know besides being a wonderful sister, you are quite a looker when you want to be Mel. You got a good part of the good looking gene. That is hard for me to admit because I know I a damn good looking guy but facts are facts.” He states and hugs then releases her with another kiss on the cheek.

She tried to suppress a smile, making her face almost dour in response, but the blushing redness of her cheeks showed how she truly felt about his compliments, as she didn't really know if the sundress she hardly wore even looked good. But his compliments confirmed that it did.

They pick up Elaine as Melanie gives him directions while he drives his Mustang.

“Hey there gorgeous.” Ron says as Elaine climbs in the car.

“You know things have been so well for me that I want to treat both of you wonderful and gorgeous ladies to a little more than just a dinner. I don’t know the restaurant rankings as far as who is top or bottom. I did however hear that Outback Steakhouse is pretty good.” He says and drives for the location he had found earlier in the day.

“No arguments. Life is almost dream like for me. I live with my wonderful sister. I have a very cool job while I train for my MMA career. I have a tremendous boss and I hope a long term friend.” He states and smiles as Elaine initially protests but calms down and sits back as she sees how happy Ron is.

He parks the car and leads the girls inside. He insists on paying the for dinner to celebrate how great things have gone for him getting out of prison much less just getting out of prison.

“In the company of two such wonderful ladies is truly a blessing for a guy that didn’t have a lot of positives for about 12 years. I feel it my time to not only start over but seize the opportunity at a second chance to make a good solid life fr not only myself but people around me I truly care about.” He says somberly and touches glasses with the girls. He has only one beer and then drinks ice water, showing control and maturity.

After dinner he drops Elaine off first. He walks her to the door.

“So, you know I would love to come in and for us to ummm to get know each other. It is a bit awkward tonight…but if you would be so kind…give me a raincheck and maybe I can give you a ride home after work tomorrow.” He says to Elaine and smiles as she nods.

"Hey listen Ronald," Elaine finally says, just before he is about to turn around. "Your sister, she's amazing. I know she barely said ten words at dinner, but you'll get used to it. She has a quiet strength about here, she just doesn't bare her teeth very often."

Her fingertips slid along the frame of her front door. "Also, I usually have a thing against dating my employees," she started to say, before continuing her explanation before he could say anything else. "But I think both you and I know you're not going to be a car wash employee for very long. And if you keep working like you are, it's hard for them to accuse me of playing favorites if your the best one working on the floor." She smiled at him widely. "I'll see you tomorrow, after work," she added with a wink before sending him off.

He strolls back to the car and drives homeward with Melanie in the front seat.

“That was really enjoyable. I am really happy to be doing stuff with you Mel.” He says and pats her leg. His hand rests on her knee.

He chats some most of the way home. He pulls into the driveway and parks. He follows his sister inside.

He wrapped his arms around Melanie as was becoming the norm. He kissed her cheek and shoulder.

“Again great night sweetie.” He adds and kisses her neck as he leads her to the living room.

He sits with his arms around her pulling her in close.

“I like going out but I have to say I am enjoying our evening alone Melanie.” He states smiling and kisses her cheek then kisses her cheek again catching the side of her lips.

“Well you probably want to get changed into something more comfortable in line for bedtime. Before we watch some TV.” He states and lets her go.

Melanie was feeling a measure more relaxed now. Even though she was uncomfortable at the dinner, she was friends with Elaine and Ronald was her brother after all, and despite being away from prison, he was extremely affectionate to her and she was finally seeing him as less of a stranger, and more of a brother, even though some of his behavior kind of threw her for a loop.

She was curious, but had no idea who to ask or what to look for into whether Ronald's many embraces, and more suspiciously, his large amount of massages and kisses was something that most siblings didn't engage in. She suspected they didn't, but having been removed from most social circles since she was nine, she just wasn't sure if that was true or she was just being unreasonably paranoid. Plus, she was finding she was beginning to not get creeped out by his big warm hugs, and how he almost adoringly and gently rubbed her legs and back sometimes, whether it was weird or not.

Pulling off her sundress, she started to wonder how she could be more receptive and open to him now, besides just doing things for him like with the job and shopping and cooking meals, but actually finding ways they could actually bond without her feeling uncomfortable and he would actually be interested in. But as she grappled with that question, she slid open a shelf, looking for some pajamas to wear, and her mind was soon jumbled up with a dozen different things running through her mind. Of work tomorrow. Of fixing up the Ford Mustang. Of having to make plans to go or not to go to Ronald's fighting thing in two weeks. And even of what to talk about tonight while they watched TV. She didn't want it to be one of those one sided conversations. But as she started to lay out her bed clothes, she swore she heard something behind her.

Ron waited for a good couple of minutes before following Melanie. He smiled as she wasn’t as of yet locking her bedroom door. He walked inside and much to his delight she had her back turned in her bra and panties. He of course wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. He felt her breasts before she turned around.

“Forget the TV…I have a better idea for entertainment.” He whispered and his mouth met hers in an unmistaken embrace. The second kiss much longer and his tongue swirled with hers as his hand reached around and unsnapped her bra.

“I want you.” He whispered.

Her mouth, still recovering from the first real open mouthed kiss she had ever received, opened slightly as she tried to find the words to his sudden approach. She wanted to say several things, all of them contradictory and thus she said nothing at all in that single moment and so, Ron took the opening.

Before she could realize it, his lips had opened up her mouth again and his tongue was swirling in her mouth, massaging her lips and tongue in a way she had never even imagined existed. Her eyes half closed, as she relaxed her mouth, and then tried to move her tongue against his, not in resistance, but trying to brush and coil her tongue against his, and it was then she uttered a soft whimper.

Her fingertips curled slightly, but her arms remained hanging limply at her sides, neither embracing him or covering herself in shame as he casually unclasped her bra, letting her perky, small firm breasts fall out before he slid his firm, rough and strong hands over her slender, small statured body, gripping the sides of her hips with a firm gentleness as he parted his kiss and simply looked down at her with lust, drinking up topless beauty his sister had become while he was away.

She shivered slightly under his stare, as if fearing his judgment, as she wondered what his intentions were. Was this what sex was going to be? Or was he going to be violent and abusive? Or what if he didn't like what she looked like naked? Already she realized this was obviously something aberrant, not normal for any siblings. But she wasn't about to do anything to stop him, as the sheer intimidation of having his powerful form looking down on her practically sapped her of any urge to resist.

That and the fact she really enjoyed those kisses and she found herself basking, and blushing in the attention her undeniably attractive and big and strong brother was suddenly giving her. Having never experienced the love of any male figures in her life, this was all very new to her, and her expectations of her brother had been completely turned on end these past few days she spent with him. Whether it was a desire for family, or lust, she couldn't tell the difference between the two, especially at this point. And a great deal of her didn't want to differentiate.

So as he stuck his thumbs under her panties, and with a simple forceful push downward, removed the last garment of her clothing, revealing the neatly trimmed pussy that seemingly shivered between her legs, glistening with budding anticipation as her body was roused into an almost juvenile lust from his advances, she didn't resist. She just stood there passively and let her brother do his bidding upon her.

In fact, she barely showed any reaction, until he pulled off his shirt, and then, a smirk on his face, pulled off his own boxers.

Melanie never had much in the way of sexual fantasies, and always nothing specific, until she saw her brothers well muscled, powerful, athletic body standing nude before her, complimented by a thick, well hung cock hanging low between his muscular legs.

Her eyes grew a bit larger, as she found herself staring unabashedly at her now naked brother, her eyes looking wide eyed up from his physically blessed manhood below and up his tightly built body, all two hundred and forty five pounds of him, until her eyes looked up to his and he reached out, grasping at her chest, kneading her small breasts which almost fit into his palms perfectly and started massaging them.

Melanie started moaning again, feeling his thumbs and fingertips rolling over her hardening pink nipples, as she swayed in his grasp, her eyes rolling upwards a bit, the moans sounding almost unnatural coming from her sweetly innocent face. Having given pleasure to more then a few women, he realized just how easy it was that he could give her the climax she would soon be yearning for, as he realized his sister was likely still a virgin waiting to be claimed.

His hands slid down to her hips and with the slightest bit of strength, he lifted her up clean off her feet and then, after kissing her deeply on the lips, carried her to the bed and then laid her down on it, beside her giant stuffed bear.

Then, smiling, he walked around the other edge of the bed, and removed her giant teddy bear from the mattress, and gently set it aside, before climbing into the bed beside her, essentially taking the animals place. Melanie noticed him smiling with lust, eagerness and no doubt a bit of naughtiness behind it but she wasn't quite smiling, but still watching him intently with her passive, almost unmoving body, except for her eyes which watched and followed his movements like a hawk.

Once again, taking advantage of her lack of protest, or perhaps misinterpreting her lack of resistance as acceptance of him, he started to open up her legs, opening up the delicious red flower that was her young, virgin womanhood to his sight as he saw her juices glistening on the outer lips, and could see her shiver in anticipation as he knee walked up between her legs, holding them open by the ankle.

And she continued to stare at him wide eyed, when suddenly, just as his cockhead was only inches from entering her, she pulled her legs up and in, and let out a terrified yelp, closing herself up from his and gently pressing her feet out against his torso. "Please... no... Ronnie..." she suddenly whimpered, half in shock, half in terror as she watched, inch by inch, as her very own brother came closer and closer to having sex with her, until she realized she was figuring she had approached a moment of no return and finally decided to act. "Don't do this... I... I..." she started to say, her voice growing unsteady, almost quivering, as her body started to shiver more out of fear as opposed to lust as it had been previously.

She wasn't sure why, but she just couldn't do it. Not now. Not like this. "Can we... can we just..." she started to asking, trembling, feeling terrified of him all over again.

When he finally moved again, she suddenly winced, just like she had outside the clinic a moment before, but just like before, he simply pushed her legs aside, and then laid down in the bed beside her, his thick, hard, hot cock brushing up alongside her body as he wrapped both of his strong arms around her trembling and terrified body.

She bit her lower lip, closing her eyes to prevent the tears from streaming down, unable to process what was happening, for it was so out of her comfort zone and expectations. So instead, she tried to put what had just happened out of her mind. The entire fact he was about to have sex with her, and take her virginity. She was going to ignore that, or try to, at least for the night.

Her next action might've even surprised him, for instead of rolling on her side, turning her back to him, or something far, far worse, she rolled over to face him and then slid a hand up over his face before leaning in, and giving her brother a deep, albeit inexperienced, kiss of her own. When their lips parted a moment later, she looked up at him and smiled, before moving her head in and resting it on his bicep like it was a pillow, curling up the front of her body against his, even with his softening cock pressed up against her upper legs and her perky chest pressed against his muscled pecs.

"I love you Ronnie," she managed to say, closing her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him as best she could and tried to go to sleep safely in his arms.

Before she could realize it, his lips had opened up her mouth again and his tongue was swirling in her mouth, massaging her lips and tongue in a way she had never even imagined existed. Her eyes half closed, as she relaxed her mouth, and then tried to move her tongue against his, not in resistance, but trying to brush and coil her tongue against his, and it was then she uttered a soft whimper.

Her fingertips curled slightly, but her arms remained hanging limply at her sides, neither embracing him or covering herself in shame as he casually unclasped her bra, letting her perky, small firm breasts fall out before he slid his firm, rough and strong hands over her slender, small statured body, gripping the sides of her hips with a firm gentleness as he parted his kiss and simply looked down at her with lust, drinking up topless beauty his sister had become while he was away.

So as he stuck his thumbs under her panties, and with a simple forceful push downward, removed the last garment of her clothing, revealing the neatly trimmed pussy that seemingly shivered between her legs, glistening with budding anticipation as her body was roused into an almost juvenile lust from his advances, she didn't resist. She just stood there passively and let her brother do his bidding upon her.

In fact, she barely showed any reaction, until he pulled off his shirt, and then, a smirk on his face, pulled off his own boxers. He was pretty lost in lust as he was having his way with her. He was undressing her and kissing at will much less touching her body.

He reached out, grasping at her chest, kneading her small breasts which almost fit into his palms perfectly and started massaging them. Melanie started moaning again, feeling his thumbs and fingertips rolling over her hardening pink nipples, as she swayed in his grasp, her eyes rolling upwards a bit, the moans sounding almost unnatural coming from her sweetly innocent face. Having given pleasure to more then a few women, he realized just how easy it was that he could give her the climax she would soon be yearning for, as he realized his sister was likely still a virgin waiting to be claimed.

His hands slid down to her hips and with the slightest bit of strength, he lifted her up clean off her feet and then, after kissing her deeply on the lips, carried her to the bed and then laid her down on it, beside her giant stuffed bear.

Then, smiling, he walked around the other edge of the bed, and removed her giant teddy bear from the mattress, and gently set it aside, before climbing into the bed beside her, essentially taking the animals place. Once again, taking advantage of her lack of protest, or perhaps misinterpreting her lack of resistance as acceptance of him, he started to open up her legs, opening up the delicious red flower that was her young, virgin womanhood to his sight as he saw her juices glistening on the outer lips, and could see her shiver in anticipation as he knee walked up between her legs, holding them open by the ankle. Just as his cockhead was only inches from entering her, she pulled her legs up and in, and let out a terrified yelp, closing herself up from his and gently pressing her feet out against his torso.
"Please... no... Ronnie..." she suddenly whimpered, half in shock, half in terror as she watched, inch by inch, as her very own brother came closer and closer to having sex with her, until she realized she was figuring she had approached a moment of no return and finally decided to act. "Don't do this... I... I..." she started to say, her voice growing unsteady, almost quivering, as her body started to shiver more out of fear as opposed to lust as it had been previously.

He did stop and started to move off slowly.

"Can we... can we just..." she started to asking, trembling, feeling terrified of him all over again.

“Yes whatever you want to do and how far you are comfortable with Melanie. I love you and don’t to hurt you.” He whispered moving off a little faster.

Her next action might've even surprised him, for instead of rolling on her side, turning her back to him, or something far, far worse, she rolled over to face him and then slid a hand up over his face before leaning in, and giving her brother a deep, albeit inexperienced, kiss of her own. When their lips parted a moment later, she looked up at him and smiled, before moving her head in and resting it on his bicep like it was a pillow, curling up the front of her body against his, even with his softening cock pressed up against her upper legs and her perky chest pressed against his muscled pecs.

"I love you Ronnie," she managed to say, closing her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him as best she could and tried to go to sleep safely in his arms.

“I love you Melanie. You are the love of my life.” He whispered into her ear and kissed her cheek as he held while going to sleep.

H isn’t the nicest guy on the planet or the most humble but he knows that he needs a good woman in his life. He can have his flings but he needs someone stable and loving at home. Melanie is who has chosen to be that and possibly more if he ever gives up his flings and night life.

He got up early and kissed her cheek before getting dressed to do some road work. He ran 4 miles and was almost exhausted as he returned home. He did however force himself to hit the gym in the garage to work on strength and stamina. He knew eventually he should join the Tiger Claw gym or a gym like that but for now he felt he could train at home. He wanted a steady income before he worked out all day at a real gym like that. After his workout he walked into the kitchen and hugged Melanie and kissed her lips.
“I love you Mel.” He said and smiled after the kiss. “But…your bed is a bit small…I might try to get you to relocate to my king bed. A guy my size most any bed except a king is too small. Otherwise that was one of the best night sleeps I have ever had with you in my arms sweetie.” He added.

After breakfast he went up and showered then got ready for work.
“I might be a bit late tonight. I am going out with Lainey…but I will be home.” He said as he went to the door and gave her a hug and kiss again. “Love you have a great day at work.” He added.

Again at work he was a machine working both the front and back when he could and not taking a break unless he was forced to. He enjoyed the manual labor job. It didn’t hurt his training at all. He made sure to bring a good extra set of clothes and showered cleaned up real nice just before closing as his shift already ended. He even brought his body wash and cologne in a personal hygiene bag. Ron did spend 12 years in prison but always cared about his appearance hygiene which is why he received a fair amount of conjugal visits over the years. He hung around until all the employees were gone except Elaine. He smiled as he entered her office and closed the door then stepped forward with arms around her and kissed her lips repeatedly.
“I have been thinking about you all day baby. As much as I have a fantasy on your desk….I think that is another time. I think a nice dinner at your place then fooling around is the most appropriate.” He said smiling. After she locked up they left in his Mustang.

Elaine didn’t disappoint as a candlelight dinner was waiting for them at her place as she went and changed into a different outfit more revealing than her work clothes. She had a friend make the dinner and set the table as that friend also was babysitting her young daughter.
“You sure look terrific. That lasagna is sure appetizing but your are the most delicious dish I have desired in a very long while if ever.” He said smoothly with a lusty voice.

Some how they did get some dinner in as well as a couple of glasses of wine before moving to the couch and the clothes slowly but surely being stripped off in between passionate kissing. He pinned her to the carpeted living room floor as they kissed both totally naked bodies intertwined legs and arms touching each other. He eventually entered her pussy with a slow methodical process as his rock hard member penetrated her. He paused for a moment when he was fully inside of her. He loved the initial feeling much less how a new lover feels with his manhood being squeezed by her womanhood.

He then started pumping with strong hard strokes in and out. He was pounding like a jackhammer in no time. He lifted her left leg and pounded with more intensity as he gained more penetration. His stamina was very good but he was sprinting toward the finish line for his orgasm just the same. Her moans and screams of sexual delight only drove him harder. He pumped four hard strokes before he arched his muscular back and flexed his leg muscles and let his manseed flow hoping she was on the pill. Hoping she learned from her teenage oops.
“YES OH YEA.” He said in total satisfaction and rolled to her side kissing her cheek then lips.

He smiled as he had his arm around her. After he recovered he scooped her up and found the bedroom. He gently laid her down.
“Lainey….you are not the type of girl a guy worth a shit in sex can only do once.” He said and kissed her legs up to her tummy. He then worked on her breasts and neck areas before moving between her legs for part II. He pumped in and out at a furious pace for a good while. He then pulled out and moved her to on top of him and encouraged her to ride his cock. He set his hands on her breasts as he met her each time she came down on his he raised his hips. This worked for a good while he finally pulled her forward kissing her. He moved her to standing in front of the bed bent over bracing against her bed as he took her from behind with his hand on her hips. His cock slammed into her pussy hard and passionate. He pumped in and out for a good bit and decided he would let his orgasm happen as he pumped a couple more hard stokes and braced himself.
“OH YES OH LAINEY.” He said withdrawing his spermbank account of manseed and distributing it into her sexhole. He kissed her shoulder and neck as he then went over collapsed on the bed for a bit. He held her in his arms.

“I would love to stay but I have to get up each morning and run and workout. My fight is les than two weeks away baby.” He explained to her as he kissed her before collecting his clothes and getting dressed. He kissed her again good night before leaving.

It wa actually on his mind he hoped she didn’t think he was using her or playing her. He did in fact like Elaine. She wasn’t the same as Kirsten in all due respect. Elaine was a bright girl and deserved better than for a guy to play her. Shit he thought is he developing a conscious? He smirked. He drove home and walked into the house.
He gave Melanie a big hug and kiss.
“Hey sweetie…good to see you.” He said and smiled.

He did however go upstairs and shower and change into shorts to sleep in. He came down and sat with her for less than hour watching TV rubbing her back and kissing her shoulder and arm playfully before leading her to his bedroom.
“I am satisfied just to just kiss and hold you Melanie. I love you.” He said and brought her in for a big hug and wet kiss.

After breakfast he went up and showered then got ready for work.

“I might be a bit late tonight. I am going out with Lainey…but I will be home.” He said as he went to the door and gave her a hug and kiss again. “Love you have a great day at work.” He added.

She found herself staring at him as he left this time, just standing behind the front window as he climbed into his Ford Mustang and went to work, and to her friend Elaine. She figured he must've liked her, even she could pick up on that, but for some reason that wasn't bothering her.

Even though she suspected that he was pursuing his three biggest desires out there, especially the having sex with hot girls, it wasn't something that aroused jealously out of her. Her mind was still swirling with what had happened last night. Even though she ultimately resisted his final advance, she found that she really enjoyed being with him last night, after his seriously shocking initial seduction attempt.

In fact, it was something she was thinking about all day and for once it was hard for her to push a single idea out of her mind. Just the thought of him naked, and her naked with him and him thinking of her as a person of genuine beauty and able to be attractive to someone as experienced as him, the thought of it brought a smile to her face. Not only that she was pretty, but desirable.

It didn't matter that it was her brother, she was never one to care what other people thought and as far as she was concerned, he was the most important man in her life, especially since her detached father had left. No one else came close, including her co-workers at the body shop whom she only was friendly with at best. And the more she thought about what a sweet and intimate time she had with Ronald, the warmer she felt, and the more she enjoyed the memory, and the thought of what was going to happen tonight.

For the first time since he returned, she was actually, genuinely, looking forward to spending time with him, even if it was just sleeping together.

When her thoughts reached that point, she started to feel guilty, and the entire thought process in her busy head started all over again.

But even as her mind wandered back on the day, she never lost her focus on what she was doing at her job. She was smart and wise enough to not be fully distracted and instead be able to multitask her brain. The only main external difference with her that workday, was that she was smiling more, and looking dead faced far, far, less to the point as she punched out for the evening, her other co-workers were already talking to each other about her sudden change in mood.

"...think she got laid finally," she could hear one of her co-workers say jokingly as she walked past them, their voices hushing up as they didn't want her to hear.

"I heard you," Melanie said to the two guys as they hanged by the vending area at the entrance/exit of the shop, causing the two of them to frown.

"We're just joking Melster," one of them said.

"Yeah... to be honest, you look happier today. It's nice to see the change in scenery," the other added, referring to her in an oblique manner.

Mel smiled softly as she paused before the doorway, and both of the guys, around her age, and ones she knew from High School, both paused, wondering if she was going to say something.

But she couldn't find the words, and kept on walking.

The two guys waited for her to leave before they looked at each other and shrugged. Typical Melanie in that regard it seemed.

Melanie didn't care, her co-workers were nice enough, and despite her social awkwardness in High School, she never was really bullied or picked on. Sure, she was never invited to many parties or had more then one boyfriend, but for the most part everyone left her alone. She was nice when confronted and kept to herself and thus, everyone left her to her own world in High School.

And up until Ronald's return home a few days ago, she was comfortable in her own world.

Now she still didn't care what anyone thought of her as she lived in her own world, but she wanted Ronnie to be part of it. At least when she was in bed with him.
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“I would love to stay but I have to get up each morning and run and workout. My fight is les than two weeks away baby.” He explained to her as he kissed her before collecting his clothes and getting dressed. He kissed her again good night before leaving.

She stroked his back as he left, a big sweet smile on her face. "I know I already said this," she said softly as he was about to leave. "You're a sweet guy, and... whatever this is... I really needed it... and I liked it. Thank you," she added before he left. "And good luck with your fight!" she then added, shouting it after her before covering her mouth, not realizing how loud she sounded before ducking back into the house. She had a babysitter to call.
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It wa actually on his mind he hoped she didn’t think he was using her or playing her. He did in fact like Elaine. She wasn’t the same as Kirsten in all due respect. Elaine was a bright girl and deserved better than for a guy to play her. Shit he thought is he developing a conscious? He smirked. He drove home and walked into the house.

He gave Melanie a big hug and kiss.

“Hey sweetie…good to see you.” He said and smiled.

"Good evening Ronald," she replied, sounding as stoic as she normally did, but at least she kissed him back, though her arms remained more or less at her sides when he hugged her as he could feel how tense her body was whenever he embraced her.

He did however go upstairs and shower and change into shorts to sleep in. He came down and sat with her for less than hour watching TV rubbing her back and kissing her shoulder and arm playfully before leading her to his bedroom.

“I am satisfied just to just kiss and hold you Melanie. I love you.” He said and brought her in for a big hug and wet kiss.

This time, she tried to be more responsive, almost completely closing her eyes as she kissed him, letting him take control of the kiss though before he broke the embrace and pulled her shirt off, undressing her to her bra and panties before she took his hand and he led her to his much larger bed.

Her cheeks started to redden, as it was obvious she was blushing as he daintily took her hand and then they both laid down on the bed from opposite side, before rolling up next to each other. She rolled onto her side, facing him and then said something she had planned on saying all day, having spent literal hours perfecting delivery of the line for this exact moment. "You're my teddy bear tonight big brother," she said, in a very even voice, that was almost devoid of emotion, or would've been if she wasn't genuinely smiling and blushing during her entire delivery.

With that said, she wrapped her arms around his muscular body, and leaned in to kiss him warmly on the lips before throwing a leg over his hips and practically clinging to his body like she had done with her stuffed animal before. She traded her teddy bear out for something far more real now, and opened up her world to him to do so.

The smile on her face indicated she was enjoying this arrangement as of now, not just enduring it.

He took control of the kiss of course but before he broke the embrace he smoothly pulled her shirt off, undressing her to her bra and panties. She took his hand and he led her to his much larger bed. This was huge in his mind as she was more than accepting the relationship they were building.

They both laid down on the bed from opposite side, before rolling up next to each other. He took her hand and smiled then she spoke. She had rolled onto her side, facing him and then said something she had planned on saying all day, having spent literal hours perfecting delivery of the line for this exact moment. "You're my teddy bear tonight big brother," she said, in a very even voice, that was almost devoid of emotion, or would've been if she wasn't genuinely smiling and blushing during her entire delivery.

“You know Melanie, for nearly 28 years especially my first 16 years….I only thought of myself and thought being selfish self centered was my right. I realize I am so much happier having you in my life and loving you. I might have relations with other women from time to time but you are the love of my life.” He responded.

With that said, she wrapped her arms around his muscular body, and leaned in to kiss him warmly on the lips before throwing a leg over his hips and practically clinging to his body like she had done with her stuffed animal before.

He looked at the smile on her face.
“I want to make love you someday but I am satisfied with loving you in other ways. I want it to be right for you and for you to feel it is completely right. I love you Melanie. For the first time in 28 years…I don’t feel alone and empty.” He said smiling and kissed her.

He ran his hands over her body and kissed her mouth and neck plus shoulders before just snuggling and drifting off to sleep. He once again whispered he loved her.

As morning came he got up early and ran a solid 4 miles. He got back home and worked out in the garage with strong intensity. After a good hour and half of strength and stamina training he came into the kitchen. He kissed Melanie on the lips immediately.
“Good morning sweetie. Love you.” He said and smiled.

He then went and showered then dressed before returning for breakfast. He made small talk with Melanie before both had to go to work.
“I was thinking a nice dinner just the two of us tonight. Maybe Italian or something.” He said and gave her and kiss before they both walked out the door.

He drove to see his parole office before going to work. He checked in and all was good. Although in a couple or three weeks he would be getting a new person to check in with since he was retiring. Ron wished him good luck and shook his hand as he did the same for him.

Ron went on to work and as always worked his tail off. It wasn’t till later in the day that he saw Elaine and was casual in saying Hi. He did however come upon a couple of guys giving Elaine a hard time and apparently not happy with their pay as they cornered here in an aggressive manner. He walked right up and looked both men in the eye. They may or may not have been gang bangers or wannabes but knew enough about the street that they checked up on Ron Anderson and shut up when he approached.
“IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT HERE THEN GET THE FUCK OUT!” Ron said stepping between them and Elaine.

“This is a job and you can choose to do with it what you want. Stop bitching about working…you should be so lucky. In the upstate prison let me tell you it is no picnic there. Try digging ditches and planting farm fields. Much less PRISON. I have a second chance and am grateful…don’t be stupid and depend on a second chance.” He added and both men put their heads down. The one on the right apologized to Elaine and the other lifted his head up.

“I am not going to cross you Ron Anderson. Your street reputation is pretty strong even from upstate prison. I am not going to work here and do this bullshit.” He said and took off his car wash vest.

“It is what it is. Quit if you need to but quitting is a habit that is not easily broken. Earning the MONEY is not easy. You may think you have a shortcut but in the end you will have to pay price one way or the other.” Ron replied and he nodded but walked out.

“Sorry Elaine if I over stepped my bounds….I know guys like that and that was the best way to handle them.” Ron said to Elaine.

“Oh you are fine Ron. I have to continue to learn how to deal with employees but sometimes this place produces a rougher bunch than what I hope I will manage years from now.” Elaine replied and went back into her office.

Ron followed her.
“Tomorrow night I would love to invite you over with your little girl if you like for dinner at Melanie and my place.” Ron offered.

“I will let you know Ron.” She smiled and nodded.

“Okay boss.” He said and went back to work.

After work Ron was met by a man that informed Stan needed to talk to him. Ron went to the bar rather than straight home. He shook hands with Stan.
“I have a fight for ten thousand dollars for you but it is a week after your Rumble on the River thing.” Stan said.

“I’ll take it. I need to earn money Stan.” Ron replied.

“Be careful kid. This moonlighting can catch up to even a bad ass like you Ronny.” He replied. Ron shook his hand and left.

Ron then drove home pretty satisfied. He hugged Melanie immediately after stepping through the door and kissed her deep and passionately.
“I am sure life can always be better but right now I am at a loss how it can be any better for me. Being with you and working out toward doing what I like doing…is what it is all about.” He said and smiled.

He takes Melanie by the hand they go out to dinner at Applebees.
“I got some extra money if you want to buy some parts to restore the Mustang or what you have mind Mel.” He states and smiles.

He holds her hand as they do a bit of driving around enjoying the summer fresh air and view of the river before going home. He sits with her doing a little kissing and back rubbing.
“This will be the last night I go to the bar…I want to spend more time with you. I just have some business to attend to.” He states and smiles. He gives her a hug and kiss.

“I will be home very late. I want you want to sleep in our bed but you can have your teddy bear until I get home, sweetie.” He says as he leaves out the front door.

He drives to the bar and parks out front. He walks in and orders a couple of beers.
“I love your bar and this environment Stan….but tonight is it for the loco yoko boxing stuff. I am even thinking about what you said about the other thing. Once I get on track I will likely walk away.” He says to Stan who smiles and nods patting him on the shoulder.

Ron makes his rounds with everyone and especially with Kirsten before he goes up to the boxing ring that is set up. A man comes out and makes introductions as Ron stretches. He looks across the ring at a big beer bellied biker guy named Snakebite and smirks. The guy takes exception to his smirk.

The bell can’t ring too quickly as Snakebite comes straight forward and swings wildly as Ron ducks. Ron swings his right fist between the man’s eyes. He follows with a left to his jaw. Snakebite’s eyes roll in the back of his head and knees get wobbly then Ron finishes him with a crushing right cross and he goes down hard.

Even before the man comes back in to announce the decision, another biker steps up a bit bigger than Snakebite maybe over 300 pounds named Raw Steel. He demanded a piece of Ron.
“Give it to him if he pays the entry fee.” Ron said and welcomed in the ring.

The introduction was brief as the intensity was thick. He mumbled something killing Ron for what he did to his brother. The bar bell rang and he came forward but under more control. He hit Ron with a shot to his left gut and then a right to his right side of his face. Ron apparently woke up as he then drilled a left right left combo to his opponent’s gut and an uppercut. Ron took a punch or two after that but nothing solid as he allowed initially. He worked the body with a solid punch to the head after each combo. The bell rang for round one. This was a strong man that had been hit with much more than someone’s fist as he was withstanding Ron’s punches at least for now.

In Round 2 Ron came out strong and went with the 1-2 jab then a good shot in the ribs. He did this a good three times before changing up with an uppercut. He found an opening after the uppercut and pounded the ribs three times with each hand before another uppercut and then a left hook right cross uppercut and one more uppercut dropped him. Ron was declared the winner.
“Thank you everyone. Thank You Stan for the opportunity for being here. If our two biker friends wake up…give them each a beer on me. This will be my last defense of the bar boxing title…but I will be around and if needed…will return to dispatch any evil…well more evil than me.” He said and laughed as he took beer and downed it.

He went over and talked to Stan who nodded. He then took Kirsten by the hand toward the door.
“Stan was cool with me taking you home a bit early.” He said and smiled as she smiled back at him.

He drove to her place. After walking through her door, same before wasted no time in discarding clothes as he picked her up legs wrapped around him and laid her on the bed kissing her. He worked her neck and breasts before he entered her. He pumped with strong hard strokes. He even lifted her left leg for further penetration as he pumped harder and faster. He pounded as hard as he could to drive her into the springs until finally after several minutes he arched his back and flexed his leg muscles.
“OH YEA YES YES.” He let out a yell as his manseed flowed. After a moment he collapsed on her bed as she went to his groin and put his manhood in her mouth. His hand patted her head bobbing up and down.

It was no time that she mounted his manmeat and rode him expertly. He pumped his strong hips up to meet her each time she came down. This orgasm took a while but was just as intense when he clutched her and let out another primal yell.
“YES OH YEA.” He said and laid back smiling.

She asked about breakfast.
“Sorry babe but I can’t stay over I am in training for a fight in just about a week. I have to get up in the morning and train hard. But you were sensational Kirsten.” He said and kissed her getting up and putting on his clothes. She said she understood and appreciated for what this is.

Ron drove home and showered before going to bed. He removed the teddy bear. He crawled into bed with Melanie kissing her forehead and wrapping his arms around her.

For the next week plus Ron’s routine was pretty steady working at the car wash, spending evenings with Melanie, seeing Elaine a couple of times and evening Kirsten once a week. At the end of the day, sleeping with Melanie and waking up with her. Running and workout in the morning.

It was finally time to find out if he had anything to the sport of MMA. Ron knew in his mind he could fight but also knew he had to perform. He woke as usual the day of the fight and just stretched. He took yesterday and today off from working out. He kissed Melanie’s lips a he saw her open her eyes.
“You are attending today’s event with Elaine? I got both of you tickets.” He said smiling. He got up and showered before coming down to eat breakfast. He spent most of the day just sitting on the couch but not watching the TV, imagining how he would do the fight. He was rubbing Melanie’s legs and back while she sat with him.

When it was time he grabbed his gymbag and they picked up Elaine. He gave Elaine a kiss as she got into the car.
“A girl as cute as you is impossible for me not to kiss Lainey.” He said and laughed.

As they got to the arena he parked the car and they headed inside and asked where Ron needed to go. Coach Matherson from the gym he went to once stepped up and escorted Ron to the locker rooms.
“I am going to corner you for the night. You don’t have to pay me….we only got one fighter on the card so what the heck. I want to see what you got.” Coach Matherson said and Ron nodded.

He handed his CD and a piece of paper for his introduction. Renegade by Styx and he wants to be called the Renegade Ron Anderson.

“You seem nervous Ron.” Coach Matherson asked in the locker room.

“I never have fought in front of a real crowd I guess.” He replied and Coach Matherson loosened him up as he stretched and then sparred with him.

“You will be fine. Just get that tunnel vision where you only see your opponent.” He said to Ron before they finally came out and told them it was time.

Ron had black trunks with a white patch Birch Brewers for Stan’s bar and a white patch on the opposite side Miracle Clean Car Wash patch both put on his trunks just a couple days ago.

The music hit Renegade by Styx and Ron smiled. It was a bad joke why he picked it. It did have a good tune though. He walked the aisle and Coach Matherson introduced him to Gordo. Ron was checked by the referee and then entered the ring. Being the constant wolf that he was, he smiled at the female announcer Hailey before she made the introductions.

After the introductions then the referee asked Ron and his opponent Jake the Lumberjack Layroo if they had any questions then as they got back to their corners then asked if they were ready.

Ron nodded and the referee called for the horn and said get it on then.

Ron came out circling to his left as Layroo threw a lazy front kick that Ron dodged but made Layroo eat two left jabs before he retreated. Layroo came back in and tried to push Ron against the cage but Ron made him eat a couple right hands and a left elbow. Layroo was busted open over his right eye. He tried to take Ron down but Ron sprawled and hit him with rights and lefts to the head then body. Ron spun on top and took control tripping Layroo to the ground. Ron followed on his back.

Ron tried for the rear naked chokehold but Layroo slid out and got to his feet. A very sloppy attempt as Coach Matherson was having fun yelling at Ron the entire time. Ron followed up with a front kick to the ribs and then a couple fo had shots that were partially blocked by Layroo as blood was streaming down his face. Ron finally ducked under and picked up Layroo slightly for a takedown. Layroo went to half guard as Ron was trying to do some ground and pound. He was getting in a shot every so often until the round ended.

Coach Matherson just blasted Ron to end it and take this guy out. Ron nodded as he got up from the stool. He came out forward toward Layroo and immediately threw a left cross then ducked any retaliation coming up with a right hand to the ribs then left to the midsection then right hand uppercut that nearly lifted Layroo off his feet. Certainly put him on the canvas. Ron leaped on his opponent and got one shot in before the referee grabbed him. Winner by Knockout 31 seconds of Round 2….the Renegade Ron Anderson.

Coach Matherson congratulated him.
“There is a place for you at Tiger Claw.” He said before he left him. Ron calmly walked back to the locker room area shaking a couple of hands but not super fan friendly.

Another man came up to Ron after he made his way back to the locker room.
“I am Eric Esch.” He states.

“Never heard of you mister. You are welcome to come in.” Ron replies.

“My nickname is butterbean. I have a small promotion with a partner of mine. We are going to have a card in about a month and my opponent dropped out with injury. I was told to scout this lumberjack guy but you kicked his ass.” He replied.

“Still never heard of you but am interested. Tell me the pay.” Ron states smiling as he showers and talks to Butterbean.

“Five grand if you win plus expenses, plane ticket, meals and hotel. Fly in the day before the event.” He states.

“Okay I’ll do it. I assume you have a contract.” He states and comes out and dresses as Butterbean pulls a contract out and writes in Ron Anderson’s name.

“You aren’t asking what you get if you lose?” He asks Ron.

“No, because I won’t lose.” Ron says and smiles then signs. Butterbean gives him a copy of the contract and information for the fight in a month.

“See you in a month.” Eric Butterbean Esch says and smiles as he walks out of the locker room.

The local promoter comes in and pays Ron $250 for his win tonight. He just smirks at this payday. He knows it will take a while but dreams of a six figure payday. He meets the girls outside and hugs both.
“I wasn’t totally horrible. I think I did alright and want to treat for a good dinner ladies.” He states and walks to the car with his arm around both girls like a rock star. Outback Steakhouse won’t do for how he felt. He really wanted to go somewhere special for a great meal.

"I don't know any good restaurants," Melanie meekly admitted, as if she was afraid she had done something wrong. Fortunately her self-deprecation was cut short as Elaine quickly cut in.

"Frutti Mare is still open, and they'll probably accept us," Elaine then said as they headed to Melanie's truck.

"What's wrong with me?" Melanie then asked as she climbed into the drivers seat of the car.

"We're dressed for a sporting event, not some fancy place. And I'm pretty sure your brother isn't trying to look nearly as intimidating as he does right now. Thankfully they don't care about that at Frutti Mare. Food is good, but you'll pay for it," Elaine then added, giving Ronald a last warning.

But he wasn't going to have any of it, as Melanie drove the old model Ford pickup right into the restaurants lot and the three of them soon found themselves seated off to the side in the slightly upscale Italian restaurant. Thankfully the dress code was relaxed here, and they only looked a little out of place, and as soon as they cracked open the menus and saw the twenty to thirty dollar entrees bragging about tomatoes from Italy, and cheeses from France, they knew that the food and atmosphere was far more rich then the dress code.

With each of them having their own entree, an appetizer, drinks and a dessert, the bill soon cut out a majority of Ronald's fight purse, and while Melanie, at least initially, didn't want to order anything, at Ronald's insistence, she soon relented and gave in.

They left the Italian restaurant, with Elaine clutching at a still closed bottle of fine red wine they had purchased directly from the restaurants cellar, and their appetites more then satisfied, the succulent Italian food almost acting like an aphrodisiac for Elaine and Ronald, while making the far more sexually inactive Melanie, merely sleepy.

As they started to drive, Melanie instinctively started to drive to Elaines to drop her off, when Elaine lightly touched her friends shoulder. "Maybe I can spend the night at your place," she said, turning to Ronald with a smile before turning to Melanie. "Then I can help you with breakfast," she added.

Mel just shrugged, far too sleepy to read the nuance in Elaine's voice as they instead headed straight home.

All three of them headed straight for bed, except while Melanie slept with her stuffed animals after hugging both Elaine and Ronald good night, Elaine and Ronald seemed to just wait for Melanie to retire to her bedroom before they quickly, hand in hand and with Elaine giggling like a schoolgirl sneaking from class, headed into Ronald's more impressive bedroom to further celebrate Ronald's first MMA victory.

"I don't know any good restaurants," Melanie meekly admitted.

"Frutti Mare is still open, and they'll probably accept us," Elaine then said as they headed to Melanie's truck.

“Sounds good.” Ron said smiling.

"What's wrong with me?" Melanie then asked as she climbed into the drivers seat of the car.

"We're dressed for a sporting event, not some fancy place. And I'm pretty sure your brother isn't trying to look nearly as intimidating as he does right now. Thankfully they don't care about that at Frutti Mare. Food is good, but you'll pay for it," Elaine then added, giving Ronald a last warning.

“My ladies are worth it. I plan on celebrating life and freedom as much as possible. I am so thankful…both of you and everything since I got released. I plan on things only getting better.” Ron said enthusiastically.

Melanie drove the old model Ford pickup right into the restaurants lot and the three of them soon found themselves seated off to the side in the slightly upscale Italian restaurant. Thankfully the dress code was relaxed here, and they only looked a little out of place, and as soon as they cracked open the menus and saw the twenty to thirty dollar entrees bragging about tomatoes from Italy, and cheeses from France, they knew that the food and atmosphere was far more rich then the dress code.

“This is awesome. I am not sure I have ever had this good of a meal.” Ron stated trying to decide of the type of steak he wanted.

The waiter came out and took drink orders.
“Mel…we are celebrating….I want you to get a good meal.” Ron insisted for the last time before the waiter came back.

With each of them having their own entree, an appetizer, drinks and a dessert, the bill soon cut out a majority of Ronald's fight purse, and while Melanie, at least initially, didn't want to order anything, at Ronald's insistence, she soon relented and gave in.

They left the Italian restaurant, with Elaine clutching at a still closed bottle of fine red wine they had purchased directly from the restaurants cellar, and their appetites more then satisfied, the succulent Italian food almost acting like an aphrodisiac for Elaine and Ronald, while making the far more sexually inactive Melanie, merely sleepy.

As they started to drive, Melanie instinctively started to drive to Elaines to drop her off, when Elaine lightly touched her friends shoulder. "Maybe I can spend the night at your place," she said, turning to Ronald with a smile before turning to Melanie. "Then I can help you with breakfast," she added.

Mel just shrugged, far too sleepy to read the nuance in Elaine's voice as they instead headed straight home.

All three of them headed straight for bed, except while Melanie slept with her stuffed animals after hugging both Elaine and Ronald good night.
“I love you Mel…sleep well tonight.” He said and kissed her forehead.

Elaine and Ronald seemed to just wait for Melanie to retire to her bedroom before they quickly, hand in hand and with Elaine giggling like a schoolgirl sneaking from class, headed into Ronald's more impressive bedroom to further celebrate Ronald's first MMA victory.

Ron wasted no time in stripping off his clothes in between passionately kissing Elaine. He didn’t feel she was quick enough with stripping off her clothing so he was assisting in that department as well. He laid her down on his bed kissing her lips then moving his lips down her neck and shoulders to her breasts. His hands ran over her smooth skin as his lips explored her breasts and other silky skin. He continues to probe with his hands and kiss her lips and skin. He twirls his tongue inside her mouth playing tag with her tongue. Eventually he moves between her legs and enters her with his rock hard manhood. He slides completely inside of her before starting with long strong strokes. Her initial moaning only increases his excitement. He pumps with strong vigor. Elaine has the look of a professional classy lady mostly but Ron enjoys her as she is a wildcat in bed. The fingernails and even biting his left shoulder drive him absolutely into a sexual raging frenzy. He pumps a little harder and faster at first but it becomes an absolute event as Elaine gets wild and the claws and teeth go to work. Ron’s objective might have been to break her in half with the force he was using pounding in and out of her. He is able to keep his orgasm at bay for while due to his tremendous stamina but eventually he caves and works toward it. He lifts her leg and gains further penetration before he really kicks it into another gear exerting his body strength with each strong stroke. He finally pumps four hard strokes before tensing his body and arching his back. He kisses her lips.
“OH YES YES!” He yells as he cums hard inside of Elaine. He collapses next to her.

“That was incredible baby.” He whispers and kisses her. If not for the fight maybe a second would have been in order but instead he cuddled with her and drifted of to sleep.

As morning came, he did get up and ran 3 miles. He came back to the house to workout and do some punching on the heavy bag. He smiled as he entered the kitchen after seeing his ladies.
“You two don’t even know how cool it is to wake up and freely go for a run then come into the kitchen after working out to see the two of you instead of what I was used to for so long.” He said and smiled.

The next week Ron cut back on working only two days at the car wash but was seeing Elaine more regularly. He did make sure to see Kirsten for one evening as well. Mainly he wanted to spend time with Melanie. He made sure during the week to sleep with Melanie.

“Tomorrow I am going to be out late. I expect to be home late but tomorrow we will go out and celebrate.” He said as he sat with hr on the couch rubbing her feet and legs as he brought her in closer and closer then kissing her.
“I love you Mel…this makes me very happy to have this with you.” He whispered.

The next day he spent stretching and trying to relax. He knew that for 10K the opponent would be pretty formidable. Stan was fairly mum on the guy except he was out of New York. At 11pm that night Ron kissed Melanie goodbye and drove toward the estate where the fight was being held. It was in an old barn type of building. Several people in suits with fists full of money attending. A lot of limos and expensive cars. Ron looked across to see a guy around 7 feet tall and not skinny but not fat. He had long side burns and likely went over 300 pounds but looked agile. Ron waited for the gentleman heading the event to do a make shift announcing bit before he took off his jacket and shirt to fight. His opponent’s name was Kumar.

Ron circled the big man as he threw a big circle kick that Ron avoided. He was correct Kumar is agile. Ron stepped in after Kumar threw another circle kick and hit him in the ribs with a one two then a right to the chin. Kumar barely reacted and slammed Ron in the face with a right hand dropping him like a sack of potatoes.

Kumar stalked him and kicked him with a straight kick to the abdominal section and then a spinning back hand that lifted Ron off the ground to his back again after just getting up. Ron looked at his opponent and instead of being intimidated this pissed him off.

He caught Kumar’s next kick and punched him in the face between the eyes with a right then in the nose with his left. He ducked an over hand right by Kumar to pummel Kumar with two overhand rights to Kumar’s left eye busting him open. Kumar then shoved him off as Ron did a reverse somersault to his feet. He returned and kicked at Kumar’s legs behind the knee ducking punches until he saw his leg buckle. Ron leaped with an elbow to Kumar’s face worsening the left eye bleeding and blinding his opponent. A super right uppercut put Kumar on his back. Ron immediately pounced on his bigger stronger opponent with punches and elbows to the face. It didn’t take long that the gentleman doing the ceremonies came in and patted Ron on the shoulder that it was over. He was declared the winner and Stan paid him his 10K after.

“You did great tonight kid. I am going to tell you that they won’t get easier. Consider that when you get the next call from me.” Stan said and winked.

“Right now I need the money. You know where I stand.” Ron replied and then avoided most of the aftermath of the event by leaving and heading home. He cleaned himself up and headed to bed with Melanie.

Ron was hesitant the previous week and next three weeks of accepting Coach Matherson’s invitation to join Tiger Claw. He wasn’t welcome at his old boxing gym but he didn’t know if he could trust Matherson. He didn’t want a manager to steal his money. So, he continued to train on his own. He did some sparring with guys he knew from the old days but not in much of a real gym setting.

He continues with his regular diet of Elaine a couple of times a week then Kirsten once a week. Mainly sleeping with Melanie. He eventually goes down to zero days working at the car wash as the fight gets closer with Butterbean.

The day before he flies out he sits with Melanie.
“It would mean a lot to me if in the future you would go with me on trips like this. My payday isn’t great but they will get better.” He says and kisses her before they go to bed.

Ron flies out Florida for the event. He spends his time just relaxing the day before the fight. The next day he calls Melanie and then Elaine to ask them to meet him a he flies back the next morning. Curiously he gets a call from Coach Matherson.
“I wish I would have known you had that fight kid. I would have loved to train you much less corner your fight.” Coach Matherson states.

“You know you are good guy but I am not sure I am ready to join any gym or get a manager Mr. Matherson.” Ron states and they talk a little while longer as he receives encouragement.

Ron eventually gets a taxi to the arena. It is surprisingly packed. He walks to the locker room and bumps into another fighter.
“Watch where you are going meat.” The taller but lanky says.

“Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are?” Ron says defensively.

“A former world champion…the headliner here tonight.” Tim Sylvia says back.

“Whatever.” Ron says and walks away not happy but stretches and warms up until he is called. His Renegade music plays and he is pumped as he walks to the ring. The fans are in a frenzy.

He stops at the cage as the referee checks him and he then enters. He has a corner crew rental for the night. He watches as Butterbean comes out next and the roof almost comes off the place. Ron is even more pumped now. He has never seen a crowd like this before. He is almost in a daze as the introductions are given then before he knows it the referee looks at him and asks if he is ready. He nods.
‘GET IT ON!’

Ron circles with Butterbean. He moves in with a left jab and exchanges a series of jabs then rights to the face. Butterbean shows a good chin as Ron lands on his jaw besides to his face. In and out Ron moves with his boxing skills. He does get the better of Butterbean as they reach the halfway point of round 1. He can tell he is wearing him out a bit. Butterbean is bleeding from the nose from the exchanges.

Ron looks over and sees that it is at the 3 minute mark and charges with a second wind. Front kick then right elbow the face then a flurry of lefts and rights as they go into the cage. Ron is unable to wrap his arms around his girth to take him down. He works on smothering into the cage and landing elbows and punches. They eventually move away from the cage as Ron backs off. With a minute to go Ron moves in but quickly drops his level attacks Butterbean’s legs to take him down.

Ron quickly float’s up top with a punch before Butterbean works into half guard. Ron is able to go toward getting an arm and straightening it out then suddenly using his legs to get an arm bar and Butterbean to tap immediately with 20 seconds left in the round.

Butterbean hugs him and congratulates him after. The fans are still in a frenzy with enjoying the action from the entire round. Ron holds his arm high as he is announced the winner. He leaves the ring and slaps a couple hands going back to the locker room. This is really quite a high that he is feeling. All those fans and winning. Even back in his silver glove days, it wasn’t this cool or maybe it was but he took it for granted.

He showered and hung around as the promoter came in and paid him then congratulated him. Butterbean even came in and congratulated him. He thanked him for putting a great show. Ron was puzzled as he heard boos and looked at Butterbean. He explained to Ron that the main event wasn’t going so well entertaining the fans.
“Gotcha…well that is too bad.” Ron said and smiled. He did hang around for bit and watched from the locker room area as Sylvia finally won by TKO. The fans still booed and he walked back to the locker room. He gave Ron a look initially.

“What are you looking at?” Ron said in and intense voice.

Sylvia shoved him and Ron shoved him back then they had to be separated. Both yelled at the other.

“I am not afraid of you Captain Crap.” Ron yelled.

Before Ron left, he was approached by a promoter identifying himself with the Dream promotion in Japan.
“I have an open spot in a tournament that I was wondering if you would interested in. The opponent is Mariusz Pudzianowski…but I will make sure that if Tim Sylvia wins his first round fight that you will get him.” He said to Ron.

“Japan…yes that sounds good. How soon?” Ron asked.

“2 months…Mariusz opponent pulled out. We were here scouting.” He responded and Ron advised where to send the contract.

Ron didn’t attend any after event activities as it was apparent that it wouldn’t be a good idea. He went to his hotel room and thought about how his career was starting to take off. He should consider Tiger Claw quite possibly. He got to the airport early and couldn’t wait to get home. He dropped his bags after landing and walked to Melanie and Elaine. He gave both big hugs and Elaine a kiss on the lips.

“I won and now am in a tournament in Japan in two months.” He said smiling.

Once home he looked at a letter to report to his new parole officer, Kelly Gibson. He wondered how she would be. He liked his initial parole officer but he retired.

“Well who wants to go out and celebrate.” He said to both girls.

“You did great tonight kid. I am going to tell you that they won’t get easier. Consider that when you get the next call from me.” Stan said and winked.

“Right now I need the money. You know where I stand.” Ron replied and then avoided most of the aftermath of the event by leaving and heading home.

When he came home though, he noticed he was being followed by a familiar car and before she exited the vehicle, he realized it was Kirsten, who like always, was at the street fights, no doubt excited and aroused by his performances. "You always leave after the fight and miss the celebration Ron," Kirsten said with a big smile on her face as she parked behind his Mustang, still in the driveway of Melanie's house.

Ronald noticed she was wearing only a chemise under her long jacket and immediately knew what she had come for. But with her being in such close proximity, literally in front of his sisters house, seemed to fuel his lust, especially since Kirsten bore a vague resemblance to her sister. Picking Kirsten in his powerful arms, he lifted her up and then pressed her against the side of the Mustang, kissing her deeply as he peeled the jacket off of her body and then pulled her chemise up, revealing that tender wet and soft sex of hers to his fingers.

"Oh fuck me," Kirsten purred as she looked up at Ronald's bruised face, loving how she was about to get fucked by a real rough and ready man right after his street fight. He pulled his pants open, his thick long cock already throbbing as he simply drove his cock deep into her pussy, slowly and deliberately, with enough force that she found herself rising to the tips of her toes as he pinned her to the side of his car, and pressed his lips against hers in powerful, dominating kisses.

With the first thrust, he buried his manhood deep into her, feeling the length and breadth of her womanhood gripping his cock tightly, the juices oozing down his shaft, as her entire vagina seemed to pull and tug on his cock as he jerked his hips back, before thrusting them back, pumping his hips into her in a steadily increasing tempo, his kisses of her only interrupted by the quailing moans escaping her lips as her body started bouncing on his cock, to the point she lifted her legs up, wrapping them around his hips until she was practically riding his cock, arms wrapped around his head and kissing him aggressively.

The arousal was so much, she finally reared her head back, moaning as he continued thrusting his cock upward into her orgasming body, but even though she had just climaxed, he was far from done as he took her gyrating body and carried it to the hood of the car and then pulled out, flipping her over so her breasts were pressed against the hood and taking firm hold of her hips in this new position, her chemise pulled up over her cute fair butt, he drove his cock even deeper into her pussy from this new angle, her body sprawled out across the front end of the Mustangs hood.

As Ronald fucked Kirsten deep and forcefully, her body still bouncing on his cock, as he felt her pussy literally juicing on his penetrating member, he couldn't help but think of all the times he saw his little sister working on the Mustangs engine, tinkering with it in her overalls or a loose tee shirt and shots, bend over the front end of the car, and how unintentionally sexy and enticing she looked. Those fantasies, combined with the wonderful feeling of Kirsten's pussy on his cock, put him over the edge as he barely managed to hold himself until he felt Kirsten's vaginal walls gripping his cock even tighter, simultaneously timing their climaxes together as he started pumping deeper into her, like he was sowing his manseed deep into her quivering pussy until he finally pulled out, a final strand of cum blasting across her firm butt as he pulled her off of the hood of the car and then taking her by the head, lowered it to his cock, to clean it off like she always did. After she was done cleaning his cock, he walked her to her car and then after they said their goodbyes, he returned to the house.

He cleaned himself up and headed to bed with Melanie.

Ron was hesitant the previous week and next three weeks of accepting Coach Matherson’s invitation to join Tiger Claw. He wasn’t welcome at his old boxing gym but he didn’t know if he could trust Matherson. He didn’t want a manager to steal his money. So, he continued to train on his own. He did some sparring with guys he knew from the old days but not in much of a real gym setting.

He continues with his regular diet of Elaine a couple of times a week then Kirsten once a week. mainly sleeping with Melanie. He eventually goes down to zero days working at the car wash as the fight gets closer with Butterbean.

The day before he flies out he sits with Melanie.

“It would mean a lot to me if in the future you would go with me on trips like this. My payday isn’t great but they will get better.” He says and kisses her before they go to bed.

Ron flies out Florida for the event. He spends his time just relaxing the day before the fight. The next day he calls Melanie and then Elaine to ask them to meet him a he flies back the next morning. Curiously he gets a call from Coach Matherson.

“I wish I would have known you had that fight kid. I would have loved to train you much less corner your fight.” Coach Matherson states.

“You know you are good guy but I am not sure I am ready to join any gym or get a manager Mr. Matherson.” Ron states and they talk a little while longer as he receives encouragement.

Ron eventually gets a taxi to the arena. It is surprisingly packed. He walks to the locker room and bumps into another fighter.

“Watch where you are going meat.” The taller but lanky says.

“Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are?” Ron says defensively.

“A former world champion…the headliner here tonight.” Tim Sylvia says back.

“Whatever.” Ron says and walks away not happy but stretches and warms up until he is called. His Renegade music plays and he is pumped as he walks to the ring. The fans are in a frenzy.

He stops at the cage as the referee checks him and he then enters. He has a corner crew rental for the night. He watches as Butterbean comes out next and the roof almost comes off the place. Ron is even more pumped now. He has never seen a crowd like this before. He is almost in a daze as the introductions are given then before he knows it the referee looks at him and asks if he is ready. He nods.

‘GET IT ON!’

Ron circles with Butterbean. He moves in with a left jab and exchanges a series of jabs then rights to the face. Butterbean shows a good chin as Ron lands on his jaw besides to his face. In and out Ron moves with his boxing skills. He does get the better of Butterbean as they reach the halfway point of round 1. He can tell he is wearing him out a bit. Butterbean is bleeding from the nose from the exchanges.

Ron looks over and sees that it is at the 3 minute mark and charges with a second wind. Front kick then right elbow the face then a flurry of lefts and rights as they go into the cage. Ron is unable to wrap his arms around his girth to take him down. He works on smothering into the cage and landing elbows and punches. They eventually move away from the cage as Ron backs off. With a minute to go Ron moves in but quickly drops his level attacks Butterbean’s legs to take him down.

Ron quickly float’s up top with a punch before Butterbean works into half guard. Ron is able to go toward getting an arm and straightening it out then suddenly using his legs to get an arm bar and Butterbean to tap immediately with 20 seconds left in the round.

Butterbean hugs him and congratulates him after. The fans are still in a frenzy with enjoying the action from the entire round. Ron holds his arm high as he is announced the winner. He leaves the ring and slaps a couple hands going back to the locker room. This is really quite a high that he is feeling. All those fans and winning. Even back in his silver glove days, it wasn’t this cool or maybe it was but he took it for granted.

He showered and hung around as the promoter came in and paid him then congratulated him. Butterbean even came in and congratulated him. He thanked him for putting a great show. Ron was puzzled as he heard boos and looked at Butterbean. He explained to Ron that the main event wasn’t going so well entertaining the fans.

“Gotcha…well that is too bad.” Ron said and smiled. He did hang around for bit and watched from the locker room area as Sylvia finally won by TKO. The fans still booed and he walked back to the locker room. He gave Ron a look initially.

“What are you looking at?” Ron said in and intense voice.

Sylvia shoved him and Ron shoved him back then they had to be separated. Both yelled at the other.

“I am not afraid of you Captain Crap.” Ron yelled.

Before Ron left, he was approached by a promoter identifying himself with the Dream promotion in Japan.

“I have an open spot in a tournament that I was wondering if you would interested in. The opponent is Mariusz Pudzianowski…but I will make sure that if Tim Sylvia wins his first round fight that you will get him.” He said to Ron.

“Japan…yes that sounds good. How soon?” Ron asked.

“2 months…Mariusz opponent pulled out. We were here scouting.” He responded and Ron advised where to send the contract.

Ron didn’t attend any after event activities as it was apparent that it wouldn’t be a good idea. He went to his hotel room and thought about how his career was starting to take off. He should consider Tiger Claw quite possibly. He got to the airport early and couldn’t wait to get home. He dropped his bags after landing and walked to Melanie and Elaine. He gave both big hugs and Elaine a kiss on the lips.

“I won and now am in a tournament in Japan in two months.” He said smiling.

Once home he looked at a letter to report to his new parole officer, Kelly Gibson. He wondered how she would be. He liked his initial parole officer but he retired.

“Well who wants to go out and celebrate.” He said to both girls.

Their smiles faded a bit, as they noticed he got the letter from the parole officer and had read it. Melanie didn't want to say anything, even after Elaine glanced at her knowingly. So Elaine spoke first. "This Officer Gibson. She actually stopped by the carwash while you were gone to talk with me. She was... mmm... she didn't look happy that you didn't work there anymore. I didn't tell her what you were doing now, I figured you could do that best," Elaine said. "I don't think having her hear you are a professional fighter is a good idea for someone like me to explain."

Melanie uttered a low, almost guttural groan of disapproval, as if making a nonverbal comment of how she said him being a fighter was a bad idea. Elaine smiled. "Plus, she's tried calling Melanie, but you know how she feels about talking to new people. So she's basically collecting voicemails."

Melanie frowned a bit, biting her lower lip. "Sorry..." she mouthed almost inaudibly.

Elaine just smiled. "She seemed nice when I talked with her though," she said with a pause, before knowing full well Ronald's... desires. "Cute too," she added with a laugh, as Melanie seemed to just smirk ad roll her eyes.

"I'm hungry," Melanie then said, cutting straight to the point, which was celebrating.

Since they were heading to Japan, they headed to Neta Shashimi, the only Japanese cuisine place that Melanie was willing to go to for its low prices, and the only place Elaine and Ronald were willing to go to, because the food was tasty.

Elaine was busy giving both Melanie and Ronald crash courses on using chopsticks as they ate the sushi as Melanie, pulling random facts from her overloaded brain, tried to make awkward conversation on how sushi was nutritious, high in lean proteins, minerals and carbohydrates.

"Is eating this stuff healthy, like... illness wise?" Elaine asked.

Melanie dabbed her sushi in a bit of wasabi. "This wasabi is anti-microbial and fish in the US is checked for parasites," Melanie replied robotically, somehow pulling out her trivia knowledge again.

Elaine and Ron soon were full of sushi, and then somewhat inebriated as Melanie, being underaged, was once again their sober cab. Driving them to her home again, not bothering to ask like last time, the three of them headed into the house as Ronald, hand in hand with Mel's friend Elaine, walked to the bedroom as Melanie followed.

Elaine however, apparently had really cut loose with the drinking as she found herself slurred a bit and leaning hard on Ronald as Melanie said Good Night to them both as Ronald laid Elaine out on his bed and watched as she practically nestled into the bed almost immediately when a thought came into Ronald's head, as he raced across the hallway and then without even asking, scooped his sister up over his shoulder as she just... accepted whatever he had planned and carried her back to his room.

Elaine raised an eyebrow, but was still too inebriated to quite comprehend what was going on, as Melanie sat on the edge of the bed, wide eyed in shock and unsure of what was going to happen as Ronald simply undressed himself, his cock rock hard. But he walked right past Mel, and then beckoned her to look at him as he crawled over Elaine.

Still puzzled, Elaine glanced over and glared at Mel for a bit before looking back up at Ronald. "Isn't your sister right there?" she asked, before her words were cut short by a deep kiss, and immediately she stopped asking questions. Ronald went to work stripping both himself and Elaine of clothes as Melanie rose from the bed and stood on the far wall of the bedroom, and simply watched with a strange curiosity as Ronald slid his thick manhood into Elaine as she lifted her legs up and hooked her ankles behind his back as he fucked her deep missionary style, right in front of her sister.

Elaine's head pressed back into the pillows as she felt her man fucking her deeply, his balls slapping against her body as he pumped deep into her, to the point her legs were splaying open uncontrollably, and she finally shot her head upward, and pressed her teeth into his left shoulder, while her fingertips almost seemed to claw into his backside, as if clutching onto him desperately as he fucked her into a lather.

Melanie's eyes opened up, as she never saw Elaine in such a passionate and primal, almost feral state, all brought about by her brother alone. Elaine was so caught up in it that she didn't even seem to register Melanie's presence, or perhaps care. Finally, she let go of her love bite and threw her head back, her dark brown hair matted with sweat as she let out an almost roaring orgasmic cry as he pumped a thick load of manseed into her pussy, until her sex was overflowing with his cream and he pulled out of her more then satisfied body.

Ronald was using a whole new manner of persuasion now as he pulled his dripping phallus from Elaine’s well sexed pussy and then turned to Melanie, not threatening, but simply letting her see his handiwork and what he was capable of doing. To her credit, Melanie just stared at him wide eyed, and then even gulped as he approached her, his cock still mostly hard and wet with juice and cum as he took her by the shoulders and kissed her deeply, and found her returning it fully.

But as he tried to move in on her, she gently pushed back on his shoulders and then took a deep breath before glancing at a nearby box of kleenex on the nightstand and grabbing a few, she started cleaning his hard cock of the fluid on it, her light touch and the grating surface of the tissue on his ultra sensitive glans tantalizing him almost as much as her fingers would as she looked down and completely cleaned his cock of the cum and juice. She then tossed it into the bin and looked up at him smiling, sliding a hand over his shaft and gently gripping it enough that he could feel the pressure of her fingers on his phallus and then leaned up, kissing him softly again.

“I’m not ready Ronald,” she said softly, in an almost whimpering voice, still denying the obvious lust she was feeling for him.

He responded as she hugged him tightly before returning to her own bedroom.

The next morning, after Ronald had left for his run, Elaine wandered into the kitchen and saw Melanie already cooking breakfast and before Elaine could even ask, Mel had thrust a cup of coffee in her face. “Oh thanks...” Elaine said with a smile, sipping the brew and fighting her hangover. “Had the weirdest dream... and you were there,” she added, apparently having regarded any Mel visions last night during her sex as a dream.

“Are you staying?” Mel asked.

“Yeah the carwash doesn’t open until ten,” Elaine replied. “I can stay for breakfast.”

It was after Ronald came back home, and breakfast that Elaine finally left, as the phone rang and this time it was Ronald who answered. It was his new parole officer, Kelly Gibson.

“Hey is this Ronald?” came a somewhat chipper voice on the other end. “You’re a hard man to get a hold of... hmmmm, “ she then added, begging the question.

After he replied, she continued. “Listen, I’ve been talking with some of your friends and your boss at work and I don’t know if you knew that yet. It’s my understanding you were on a trip out of state, and that you are no longer working at the car wash. I’ve also been trying to get in contact with your sister at this phone number and her cell and she never called back.”

“Listen... I’m not here to pressure you. I just want to see you as soon as possible for a face to face meeting okay. As you know, you’re old parole officer retired and I’m eager to dive right into my workload. I’ve heard only good things from your old officer so... I’m hoping what I’ve seen so far is not reflective of what’s going on in your life. So it’s only fair we start off with a meeting right?” she then explained, in a manner that was disarmingly courteous, though he could tell that she was merely gauging how he was going react to her soft and sweet tone, knowing everything she was saying was firm, regardless of tone.

“Fair enough. So I was thinking of meeting today somewhere. Does that work for you?” she asked, even though it wasn’t so much a question as much as a warning.

Listening on the other line, Melanie then covered up the receiver, an idea popping into her head. “You should meet her in your gym,” Mel said.

Ronald set up the meeting there later in the day.

A few hours later, with Mel insisting on cleaning up the house a bit, before Ron spent some time telling her to relax and assuring her that nothing Melanie could say within reason would dump him back into prison, Parole Officer Kelly Gibson arrived at the home.

Ronald answered the door with Mel nearby as he was surprised to notice she was wearing a pair of khaki cargo pants and a black US army tee shirt. She also had a badge on her hip, but no gun on her person it seemed. “Hi!” she said with a bg smile. “I’m Kelly Gibson, and I’m pleased to meet you finally. I’ve only heard good things from your previous officer and as you know, we like to keep the good ones forefront in our minds,” she said shaking his hand before meeting Melanie.

“And you must be Melanie,” she then said. “I tried to call you,” she added, when she read Mel’s face and realized she looked quite nervous, but not intimidated thus indicating to the wise parole officer that she was probably suffering from social anxiety as opposed to any intimidation on Ronald’s part.

But she had to make sure. “So,” she said, looking around. “Where did you want to hold the meeting? Maybe I can talk to your sister later too,” she then added when Mel pointed to the door leading to the garage.

Curious, Kelly followed Ronald in and was pleasantly surprised to see it was actually an entire gym inside. “Wow...” Kelly said with a smile. “Are you training for the Olympics or something?” the parole officer asked, wanting to get to know him some more, in as casual a setting as possible.

Elaine spoke first. "This Officer Gibson. She actually stopped by the carwash while you were gone to talk with me. She was... mmm... she didn't look happy that you didn't work there anymore. I didn't tell her what you were doing now, I figured you could do that best," Elaine said. "I don't think having her hear you are a professional fighter is a good idea for someone like me to explain."

Melanie uttered a low, almost guttural groan of disapproval, as if making a nonverbal comment of how she said him being a fighter was a bad idea. Elaine smiled. "Plus, she's tried calling Melanie, but you know how she feels about talking to new people. So she's basically collecting voicemails."

Melanie frowned a bit, biting her lower lip. "Sorry..." she mouthed almost inaudibly.

“Its all good ladies. No problem. I am sure this Officer Gibson will be cool. Its not like I am robbing and doing criminal activity. Fighting is an honest living and honestly…the car wash was good but my career is taking off.” Ron replied and hugged both girls.

Elaine just smiled. "She seemed nice when I talked with her though," she said with a pause, before knowing full well Ronald's... desires. "Cute too," she added with a laugh, as Melanie seemed to just smirk and roll her eyes.

“I am sure not as cute as the ladies I am currently with.” Ron replied and smiled kissing both of their cheeks.

"I'm hungry," Melanie then said, cutting straight to the point, which was celebrating.

Since they were heading to Japan, they headed to Neta Shashimi, the only Japanese cuisine place that Melanie was willing to go too for its low prices, and the only place Elaine and Ronald were willing to go to, because the food was tasty.

Elaine was busy giving both Melanie and Ronald crash courses on using chopsticks as they ate the sushi as Melanie, pulling random facts from her overloaded brain, tried to make awkward conversation on how sushi was nutritious, high in lean proteins, minerals and carbohydrates.

"Is eating this stuff healthy, like... illness wise?" Elaine asked.

Melanie dabbed her sushi in a bit of wasabi. "This wasabi is anti-microbial and fish in the US is checked for parasites," Melanie replied robotically, somehow pulling out her trivia knowledge again.

“Very nice Rain Girl.” Ron said and laughed and gave Melanie a hug with one arm.

Elaine and Ron soon were full of sushi, and then somewhat inebriated as Melanie, being underaged, was once again their sober cab. Driving them to her home again, not bothering to ask like last time, the three of them headed into the house as Ronald, hand in hand with Mel's friend Elaine, walked to the bedroom as Melanie followed.

Elaine however, apparently had really cut loose with the drinking as she found herself slurred a bit and leaning hard on Ronald as Melanie said Good Night to them both as Ronald laid Elaine out on his bed and watched as she practically nestled into the bed almost immediately when a thought came into Ronald's head, as he raced across the hallway and then without even asking, scooped his sister up over his shoulder as she just... accepted whatever he had planned and carried her back to his room.

“Time for an education lesson Mel.” He whispered to Melanie.

Elaine raised an eyebrow, but was still too inebriated to quite comprehend what was going on, as Melanie sat on the edge of the bed, wide eyed in shock and unsure of what was going to happen as Ronald simply undressed himself, his cock rock hard. But he walked right past Mel, and then beckoned her to look at him as he crawled over Elaine.

Still puzzled, Elaine glanced over and glared at Mel for a bit before looking back up at Ronald. "Isn't your sister right there?" she asked,

Ron systematically didn’t answer but delivered a deep kiss, and immediately she stopped asking questions. Ronald went to work stripping both himself and Elaine of clothes as Melanie rose from the bed and stood on the far wall of the bedroom, and simply watched with a strange curiosity as Ronald slid his thick manhood into Elaine as she lifted her legs up and hooked her ankles behind his back as he fucked her deep missionary style, right in front of her sister.

Elaine's head pressed back into the pillows as she felt her man fucking her deeply, his balls slapping against her body as he pumped deep into her, to the point her legs were splaying open uncontrollably, and she finally shot her head upward, and pressed her teeth into his left shoulder, while her fingertips almost seemed to claw into his backside, as if clutching onto him desperately as he fucked her into a lather.

Ron went to work with his entire body including his talented mouth besides his strong hard strokes in and out of Elaine’s pussy.

Melanie's eyes opened up, as she never saw Elaine in such a passionate and primal, almost feral state, all brought about by her brother alone. Elaine was so caught up in it that she didn't even seem to register Melanie's presence, or perhaps care. Finally, she let go of her love bite and threw her head back, her dark brown hair matted with sweat as she let out an almost roaring orgasmic cry as he pumped a thick load of manseed into her pussy, until her sex was overflowing with his cream and he pulled out of her more then satisfied body.

“YES OH DAMN YES.” He yelled out as his back arched and his body tensed pumping his seed into her. He collapsed for a moment.

Ronald was using a whole new manner of persuasion now as he pulled his dripping phallus from Elaine’s well sexed pussy and then turned to Melanie, not threatening, but simply letting her see his handiwork and what he was capable of doing. To her credit, Melanie just stared at him wide eyed, and then even gulped as he approached her, his cock still mostly hard and wet with juice and cum as he took her by the shoulders and kissed her deeply, and found her returning it fully.

But as he tried to move in on her, she gently pushed back on his shoulders and then took a deep breath before glancing at a nearby box of kleenex on the nightstand and grabbing a few, she started cleaning his hard cock of the fluid on it, her light touch and the grating surface of the tissue on his ultra sensitive glans tantalizing him almost as much as her fingers would as she looked down and completely cleaned his cock of the cum and juice. She then tossed it into the bin and looked up at him smiling, sliding a hand over his shaft and gently gripping it enough that he could feel the pressure of her fingers on his phallus and then leaned up, kissing him softly again.

“I’m not ready Ronald,” she said softly, in an almost whimpering voice, still denying the obvious lust she was feeling for him.

He responded as she hugged him tightly before returning to her own bedroom.
“I love you.” He said in a soft whisper.

Ron did his morning run of 4 miles and came back inside to do some heavy bag work and weight training.
“Morning ladies.” He said and smiled as he passed through.

He then joined them for some breakfast and had a light conversation with Elaine and his sister. He gave Elaine a hug and kiss as she left and he went to go shower.

The phone rang and this time it was Ronald who answered. It was his new parole officer, Kelly Gibson.

“Hey is this Ronald?” came a somewhat chipper voice on the other end. “You’re a hard man to get a hold of... hmmmm, “ she then added, begging the question.

“Yes it is Ron Anderson. You are?” He responded.

she continued. “Listen, I’ve been talking with some of your friends and your boss at work and I don’t know if you knew that yet. It’s my understanding you were on a trip out of state, and that you are no longer working at the car wash. I’ve also been trying to get in contact with your sister at this phone number and her cell and she never called back.”

“Okay.” He said in between her talking.

“Listen... I’m not here to pressure you. I just want to see you as soon as possible for a face to face meeting okay. As you know, you’re old parole officer retired and I’m eager to dive right into my workload. I’ve heard only good things from your old officer so... I’m hoping what I’ve seen so far is not reflective of what’s going on in your life. So it’s only fair we start off with a meeting right?” she then explained, in a manner that was disarmingly courteous, though he could tell that she was merely gauging how he was going react to her soft and sweet tone, knowing everything she was saying was firm, regardless of tone.

“OH okay..absolutely. I am good anytime.” He responded.

“Fair enough. So I was thinking of meeting today somewhere. Does that work for you?” she asked, even though it wasn’t so much a question as much as a warning.

“Oh course. I am more than happy to meet you anytime anyplace.” He said and smiled.

Listening on the other line, Melanie then covered up the receiver, an idea popping into her head. “You should meet her in your gym,” Mel said.

“How does 1pm at my sister’s house sound? I use the garage as my workout center.” He said as he finalized the meeting with Officer Gibson.

A few hours later, with Mel insisting on cleaning up the house a bit, before Ron spent some time telling her to relax and assuring her that nothing Melanie could say within reason would dump him back into prison, Parole Officer Kelly Gibson arrived at the home.

Ronald answered the door with Mel nearby as he was surprised to notice she was wearing a pair of khaki cargo pants and a black US army tee shirt. She also had a badge on her hip, but no gun on her person it seemed. “Hi!” she said with a big smile. “I’m Kelly Gibson, and I’m pleased to meet you finally. I’ve only heard good things from your previous officer and as you know, we like to keep the good ones forefront in our minds,” she said shaking his hand before meeting Melanie.

“Well I am pleased to meet you. I didn’t have much time with Petey but he was a good guy and treated me with a lot of respect. I told him to send a post card or two from Florida in his retirement and I will do the same when I become rich and famous.” Ron said and chuckled.

“And you must be Melanie,” she then said. “I tried to call you,” she added, when she read Mel’s face and realized she looked quite nervous, but not intimidated thus indicating to the wise parole officer that she was probably suffering from social anxiety as opposed to any intimidation on Ronald’s part.

But she had to make sure. “So,” she said, looking around. “Where did you want to hold the meeting? Maybe I can talk to your sister later too,” she then added when Mel pointed to the door leading to the garage.

“Of course. Mel would love to talk to I am sure. She is just a bit shy. Okay..I will show her the gym.” Ron said laughing.

Curious, Kelly followed Ronald in and was pleasantly surprised to see it was actually an entire gym inside. “Wow...” Kelly said with a smile. “Are you training for the Olympics or something?” the parole officer asked, wanting to get to know him some more, in as casual a setting as possible.

“Well Officer Gibson or Kelly if I can be informal. The Olympics don’t pay money to athletes. I am a professional Mixed Martial Arts fighter. Or at least that is my goal. I went to Florida for a fight the other day. I am now training for a fight in Japan.” Ron said as a matter of a fact.

“Now before you protest that a convicted murderer is earning a living fighting…let me say a couple of things. I was a punk 12 years ago. I had no boundaries and everyone around me just saw money and fame so they allowed me to live like a rock star almost literally.” Ron said somberly.

“Did you know I was in Sports Illustrated? The next Mike Tyson they proclaimed me. A story was done a year of so later stating that I was indeed the next Mike Tyson..I just skipped winning the world boxing title.” Ron said and wiped away a tear.

“I appreciate a second chance. Warden Collins went to bat for me. I was on his MMA team and he treated me well. I want to live a life. I want to have true family and friends around me that I can trust and love. I know this isn’t the best on paper way…but I am not cut out to be a doctor. I just want to do this and if it doesn’t work out then I will try something else. I won’t screw up again. I don’t go to any old hangouts much less have I contacted any old associates.” Ron says somberly.

“It is certainly unorthodox but I see the look in your eyes as genuine. Your file does have exemplary behavior letters from not only the warden but guards from prison. I would like to see you once a week or so for a while. We will need to discuss Japan. Going out of state is one thing but out of country…we will make it work but we need to discuss.” Officer Gibson says and smiles.

“I appreciate. Maybe we can do lunch or something once a week. I will update you on my career much less my personal life happenings.” He replies and smiles.

“That is doable. I don’t need too many details for your personal life just that you are behaving.” She replies smiling.

“Of course. When I am bad nowadays…I don’t hear any complaints from my lady friends. That is the only bad I partake in. I obey my sister’s rules as this is her house after all.” He says flirting.

“Okay Ron.” She says giggling. Kelly then goes in and chats briefly with Melanie.

Ron went back to training. He worked out morning and night on his cardio and the boxing drills. He had some friends that offered some sparring but it didn’t take much for that to fall through. Ron’s punching power was returning as he was working out so much and building more muscle with his weightlifting. His friends couldn’t take his power even with a lot of padding.

Ron was still keeping his social calendar full with a dose of Elaine three times weekly and one dose of Kirsten to some very friendly lunch meetings with Kelly Gibson for the next month. With all that his primary target, Melanie was mainly still in his bed every night kissing and touching but still not more progress.

He met Kelly for lunch.
“Hi Kel.” He said and she smirked.

“Hi Ronnie.” She said smiling

They sat down at an Italian Restaurant. Kelly was going to get the soup and salad and Ron a little bit of pasta.

“So why don’t you join a gym Ron? I heard there is a good around here and they could train you better than you doing it alone.” She asks.

“Oh I guess I am paranoid about people taking advantage of me. I realize what you are saying but I just am not ready.” He replies.

The talk is a bit lighter and more casual.

“So what is your story? You have spent the last month dissecting me and learning about my boyhood to my thoughts and fears in prison to my hope and dreams today.’ He says and sips a glass of water.

“I am a simple girl. I served in the military as MP and then got out..decided corrections was the path. I grew up an hour from this area so I took this position immediately.” She replied.

He smiled. “You are smart, attractive and have a lot on the ball. How did no one get hitched with you? If you don’t mind me prying.” He said with a twinkle in his eye flirting.

“I was married. I am not now. It doesn’t work for everyone I guess.” She replied back.

“If I might say then we can move on to not embarrass you….he was an idiot to let you get away.” Ron said and smiled.

“Ronnie there are not a lot of guys out there that share your views of treating women the way you do.” She said and smiled then they went into lighter conversation a Ron made a distinct attempt to make her laugh.

That was becoming the norm for their lunch meetings. Ron was training himself with about a month to go for Japan.

He had just gotten done with a set of five 7 and half minute rounds on the heavy bag.

A man knocked on the door to the house. Ron went to see who it was. The door opened and it was a good size athletic guy in a fancy sweat outfit.

“Greetings…I am Derek Miller.” Derek Miller said and looked Ron in the eyes.

“Okay..and?” Ron Anderson asked in reply.

“Look I know you have a desire to be in MMA as a professional. I also know you got out of prison recently.” Derek said and held up his hand.

“I don’t judge what you did yesterday. I judge your character today. I believe from what I am told that you can be great but you have to train great to get great.” Derek said.

“You are the guy on the Ultimate Fighter…You are pretty good.” Ron said and became more open minded.

“Yes and I train at Tiger Claw. It was only handful of months ago I got out of the Army…now I am fighting the elite in this sport. I need your help to win my fight. In return…we will make you as good as you can get.” Derek said.

“I have a fight in Japan for a Dream company or something in a month. You really think you can get me ready for that?” Ron asked.

“Follow me my friend and together we will be the best this sport has ever witnessed.” Derek said with enthusiasm and held out his hand. Ron looked him and shook it. Ron grabbed his workout equipment and threw a bag then followed Derek to the gym.

It was like this guy was who Ron had been looking for all his life. He had a feeling about him for some reason. Derek introduced Ron to the team and coaches, although Matherson just smiled when he shook Ron’s hand.

Immediately they went to work. Ron was there doing drills with everyone. Derek stayed by his side. When Ron stopped or slowed down, Derek encouraged him in every way possible to not quit and go succeed.

When sparring, Derek yelled at Ron to not hold back.
“Come on man. You hit like a bull at times and then other times you seem like you are afraid to hurt me.” Derek said and Ron nodded.

He put Derek on the floor and Derek thanked him for it. He was getting ready for a fight with a world class kickboxer. He needed to feel the power.

“MAKE YOUR PUNCHES COUNT RON.” Coach Matherson yelled at Ron over and over.

At the end of the workout Ron walked with Derek.
“I never had a best friend that I could count on or someone I trusted….I have a feeling about you. I want to…follow you as you said.” Ron said humbly.

“Look man I was in the Rangers for a good many years. I know how important it is to count on your buddy next to you. I won’t let you down Ron…I ask you to not give up on me. Together we will become legendary.” Derek says and grabs Ron’s hand then a half man-hug.

“Wow look at that hot chick talking to my sister.” Ron says.

“Umm yea…that is my sister dude.” Derek says and laughs.

“Sorry dude I didn’t mean any disrespect.” Ron says.

“Its cool. We’re cool.” Derek high fives Ron before he leaves with his girls.

Ron leaves with Melanie.
“There is something about that Derek Miller. He is really one great guy.” Ron says and smiles.

Ron gets home with Melanie and gives her a deep kiss. They sit on the couch as Ron rubs her legs and kisses her. After a while their dinner guest arrives. Shortly after the food delivery arrives as well.
"Kelly, I am so happy you accepted my dinner invitation finally. Come on in." Ron says and smiles.

"We haven't talked too much about Japan Ronnie. Maybe we should tonight. I do have some vacation time after all." She says and winks then smiles.

Ron leaves with Melanie. “There is something about that Derek Miller. He is really one great guy.” Ron says and smiles.

Melanie smiled back at him. "His sister is nice, she was talking to me, but it was kind of weird," she stated simply without elaborating.

Ron gets home with Melanie and gives her a deep kiss. They sit on the couch as Ron rubs her legs and kisses her. After a while their dinner guest arrives. Shortly after the food delivery arrives as well.

"Kelly, I am so happy you accepted my dinner invitation finally. Come on in." Ron says and smiles.

"We haven't talked too much about Japan Ronnie. Maybe we should tonight. I do have some vacation time after all." She says and winks then smiles.

Melanie's eyes light up, as she excited at the prospect of going to Japan with not just her brother, not that there was anything wrong with that. But from her own conversations with Kelly, Mel was finding Kelly to be someone she could warm up to and understood and sympathized with her own social awkwardness.

"There are some visa issues since you are an ex-convict but I'm sure with a personal letter from me as well as my accompanying you to Japan, that the Foreign Ministry there should be able to allow you entry," Kelly then said, demonstrating she had already done more then was expected in helping Ronald.

She slid her hand across the table, touching Ronald's. "And don't say that I shouldn't have. If this is the career you want, the one that will put you back on the straight and narrow, I'm more then willing to help you in any way I can. I'm your parole officer, I'm here to help you after all," Kelly added as they continued dinner and sipping the wine as Ronald explained the new gym he joined, while even Melanie started to open up, talking about the work she was doing on Ronald's mustang before commenting on the Subaru sedan that Kelly was driving.

"Wow you really have a good eye for cars," Kelly said.

"I like the Subaru's.. some of them," Melanie replied. "They are all wheel drive standard which I like. Did you drive anything cool in Iraq?" she then added, referring to her military experience with the subtleness of a freight train.

Noticing Ronald's surprise at Mel's forwardness, Kelly just raised a hand. "It's okay. I don't mind talking about my service. I'm proud of it and am totally willing to talk about most of it," she said before turning back to Mel. "Truth is, we drove humvees and other vehicles. But our main job was training the Iraqi police. And we moved away from mounted patrols to doing joint foot patrols with the Iraqi police," she said with a grin. "One thing I have to tell you though, hygiene sometimes seems like a foreign country over there. I loved what I did over there, no joke, but when you return to the world, or even a forward operating base, you realize just how much you missed simple things like McDonalds and central air conditioning."

As the dinner moved into the evening hours, the three of them soon migrated from the dinner table to the couch, with Kelly initially sitting between Ronald and Melanie, but as evening wore on, she found herself almost naturally gravitating closer and closer to Ronald, until finally he made his move, and casually lifted his left arm up and hooked it over her shoulder, pulling her in under his arm. She didn't resist as Mel, rather excitedly, glanced over and saw the two of them drawing in closer together.

As the Tonight Show came on, Kelly finally looked up at Ronald, and then, staring at him for a long while, her full, firm breasts grazing against his chest through their respective clothes, he could tell she was thinking about taking the next step, and the next one, and the one after that. As she thought about it, her body drifted closer to his, in a soft, light kiss. The lips were closed, but the intimacy was unmistakable. But then she drew back.

"I want you Ron but.... I can't... not this soon," she suddenly said, not sure if getting in a relationship with a former convict was such a good idea, at least this early in her career and his rehabilitation. She slid an arm down his chest affectionately. "Maybe later...." she added. "I gotta go," she then added before rising up and gathering her things and then turning to Mel.

"Goodbye Mel. Love you and don't ever change okay," Kelly said, hugging her before then hugging Ronald again, pressing her body against his a moment longer then customary and lightly kissing him on the lips again. "See you next week."

“Okay.” Ron says smiling. He didn’t even imagine she would want to go to Japan. He was happy with that prospect.

"There are some visa issues since you are an ex-convict but I'm sure with a personal letter from me as well as my accompanying you to Japan, that the Foreign Ministry there should be able to allow you entry," Kelly then said,

She slid her hand across the table, touching Ronald's. "And don't say that I shouldn't have. If this is the career you want, the one that will put you back on the straight and narrow, I'm more then willing to help you in any way I can. I'm your parole officer, I'm here to help you after all," Kelly added as they continued dinner and sipping the wine.

“I did join Tiger Claw. It is a true professional gym with some guys that are among the best in the sport. I have a hard time trusting people when it comes to money related stuff. Money brings out the worst in people. I do however feel I can trust one guy there and therefore trust Tiger Claw to get me to where I want to go.” Ron said but didn’t continue on the one guy being Derek Miller.

Melanie started to open up, talking about the work she was doing on Ronald's mustang before commenting on the Subaru sedan that Kelly was driving.

"Wow you really have a good eye for cars," Kelly said.

"I like the Subaru's.. some of them," Melanie replied. "They are all wheel drive standard which I like. Did you drive anything cool in Iraq?" she then added, referring to her military experience with the subtleness of a freight train.

Noticing Ronald's surprise at Mel's forwardness, Kelly just raised a hand. "It's okay. I don't mind talking about my service. I'm proud of it and am totally willing to talk about most of it," she said before turning back to Mel. "Truth is, we drove humvees and other vehicles. But our main job was training the Iraqi police. And we moved away from mounted patrols to doing joint foot patrols with the Iraqi police," she said with a grin. "One thing I have to tell you though, hygiene sometimes seems like a foreign country over there. I loved what I did over there, no joke, but when you return to the world, or even a forward operating base, you realize just how much you missed simple things like McDonalds and central air conditioning."

“My little sister amazes more and more every day. She is a wiz with cars and with so many other things. Its just a matter of getting her out of her shell sometimes.” Ron says and gives Melanie a sweet hug after dinner.

As it moved into the evening hours, the three of them soon migrated from the dinner table to the couch, with Kelly initially sitting between Ronald and Melanie, but as evening wore on, she found herself almost naturally gravitating closer and closer to Ronald, until finally he made his move, and casually lifted his left arm up and hooked it over her shoulder, pulling her in under his arm. She didn't resist as Mel, rather excitedly, glanced over and saw the two of them drawing in closer together.

As the Tonight Show came on, Kelly finally looked up at Ronald, and then, staring at him for a long while, her full, firm breasts grazing against his chest through their respective clothes, he could tell she was thinking about taking the next step, and the next one, and the one after that. As she thought about it, her body drifted closer to his, in a soft, light kiss. The lips were closed, but the intimacy was unmistakable. But then she drew back.

"I want you Ron but.... I can't... not this soon," she suddenly said, She slid an arm down his chest affectionately. "Maybe later...." she added. "I gotta go," she then added before rising up and gathering her things and then turning to Mel.

"Goodbye Mel. Love you and don't ever change okay," Kelly said, hugging her before then hugging Ronald again, pressing her body against his a moment longer then customary and lightly kissing him on the lips again. "See you next week."

“Its no problem. I will see you next week Kel.” Ron responded. He watched her walk to her car get in and drive away.

“Well that was awkward. I guess that leaves more time for us.” Ron says and goes over and hugs Melanie then kisses her deep. He brings her over to the couch and has a make up session with some playful touching.

“I don’t want you to feel any pressure Melanie. I am perfectly happy with our relationship as it is. But when you are ready for more…I will be gentle and I know you will enjoy what I can do to you.” He states.

They eventually go upstairs and lay in his bed with much the same except far less clothes. He kisses her goodnight.
“I love you Mel. You are the light of my life.” He says and wraps his arms around her.

Ron runs a solid six miles in the morning before doing an hour of station work in the garage gym. He eats a light breakfast then heads to the gym. He high fives the team members as he arrives. Derek hands him a Tiger Claw gym bag.

“You are a member of Tiger Claw Team Elite…you gotta be advertising your home.” Derek says and smiles.

“Whats that Ranger Up thing you are wearing?” Ron asks curious.

“It’s a new line of clothing, this company wants me to be the marketing mule for. I am cool as long as everything is tasteful. I take my days as a Ranger very seriously.” Derek responds and smiles.

“Maybe I can get famous and get my line of clothing. Renegade.” Ron says and smiles.

“Absolutely. Win that tournament in Japan and I will hook you up with them. Renegade…Wanted Dead or Alive.” Derek responds.

“Cool.” Ron says and they both laugh.

“THIS ISN’T CLUB MED….COME ON YOU HAVE TO TRAIN WORLD CLASS TO BECOME WORLD CLASS. NOW MOVE IT.” Coach Matherson says in a loud voice as he is on the war path.

The elite four are stretching and loosening up.

“DEREK…WHAT DO YOU THINK MCKNIGHT IS DOING RIGHT NOW? I BET HE HAS ALREADY RAN 10 MILES AND HAS 2 HOURS OF SPARRING IN. AND YOU NEWBIE…WHAT DO YOU THINK THAT STRONG MAN SON OF A BITCH PUDZIANSKI OR WHATEVER IT IS HAS DONE TODAY? THAT BASTARD PULLED AIRPLANES AND LIFTED BUILDINGS WHEN HE WAS IN THOSE STRONG MAN CONTESTS. HE COMES OUT 100 MILE PER HOUR AND YOU BETTER CATCH HIM WITH THAT SLEDGEHAMMER RIGHT HAND BECAUSE HE WILL BURY YOU OTHERWISE.” Coach Matherson yells at Derek then Ron.

“AND YOU MARIO…NAH-SHON BURRELL. THE WINNER LIKELY GETS A SHOT AT THE TITLE. DO I HAVE TELL YOU THAT HE DOESN’T SLEEP. HE WORKS OUT 24 HOURS A DAY AND ONLY TAKES BREAKS TO THINK ABOUT HOW HE WANTS TO KICK YOUR ASS. MIKE…YOUR TIME IS COMING SOON. YOU KNOW EVERY TOP MMA TEAM WANTS TO TAKE US DOWN. WE ARE THE UPSTARTS. WE ARE THE WANNABES. WE HAVE A TARGET ON US. NO ONE WANTS US TO JOIN THE CLUB OF ELITE TRAINING FACILITIES. WE WILL SHOW THEM ALL OF THEM.” Coach Matherson continues to scream motivation.

He trains them on stand up technique first with some extra defensive drills for Derek and Ron especially. Coach Matherson berates Ron to let loose as he does and drops Derek once. Derek pounds the floor and gets up.
“That is it. I am not going down again.” Derek says and holds true to his word. Ron levels a couple more times but Derek keeps his legs and uses various techniques to tackle Ron and clear his head.

After the stand up drills then they mainly concentrate on Ron’s takedown defense. It takes a bit but Ron slowly develops a good sprawl and move naturally into his repertoire. It will take time but should work on guys like Pudzianowski. The guys were exhausted by the time they finally were to work on the ground game defense and offense. Derek taught Ron some Jiu Jitsu moves and the best defenses.
“You are big strong guy. You are ever caught on your back, you need to move immediately and not give your back up but move your hips away from your opponent and stand up. Use his weight on you to brace against to rise. NEVER give your back up.” Derek said to Ron during training.

“OKAY WHO WANTS A BREAK? PANSIES! I WILL MAKE A DEAL WITH YOU. FRONT LEANING REST POSITION. DO PUSH UPS UNTIL YOU CAN’T THEN STAY IN THE FRONT LEANING REST POSITION. WHOEVER DROPS FIRST IS OUT. YOU HAVE DATE WITH THE STAIRMASTER.” Coach Matherson stated as he lined all four men up in corners as he was in the middle. They were all facing looking directly at him from each of their corner positions.

The competition started out strong as Derek gave the military cadence for each push up. Surprisingly, they lasted for a good while.
“GENTLEMEN..THIS ABOUT MENTAL TOUGHNESS. WHEN YOU ARE HURTING AND TIRED…WHAT WILL GET YOU THROUGH? WHY WON’T YOU QUIT? THE THINGS WE DO HERE…WILL MAKE THE DIFFERENCE. LOSING IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. YOU ARE WINNERS AND HAVE TO TRAIN YOUR WILL AND DESIRE TO HAVE THE HEART OF A CHAMPION.” Coach Matherson yells as 2 of the 4 are in the front leaning rest position while Derek and Mike continue to do push ups.

“NEVER SURRENDER DEREK.” Coach yells.

“NEVER COACH.” Derek yells with a tear running down his face from the adrenaline and emotion he is feeling working so hard.

“NEVER SURRENDER MARIO.” Coach yells.

“NO NEVER.” Mario yells.

“MIKE WHAT WILL YOU DO IF YOUR FIGHT IS TOUGH AND YOU CAN’T WIN?” Coach yells.

“WON’T QUIT. I WILL WIN.” Mike yells.

“RON WILL YOU DISAPPOINT US IN JAPAN OR HELP BUILD THIS CHAMPIONSHIP TEAM?” Coach Yells.

“I WILL MAKE YOU PROUD!” Ron yells.

After so long the four men are in the front leaning rest position and all refusing to be the first to drop. Ron is the unfortunate victim as he hasn’t worked out as long as the others. Mario is next and Derek and Mike go heads up but Mike goes first. Coach Matherson gives all the men Gatorade and a breather. Ron does have a 10 minute penalty on the stair master before they start the next drill. They finish the workout as each man has a turn at sparring all three of his teammates consecutively without break as they switch out and he does round by round.

After the work out Ron makes a joke.
“Keep working me like that I will be fighting middleweight.” Ron says and laughs.

“I can see it in your eyes kid that you are a fish in water. You never got to workout like a world class boxer but you were elite Ron. You never lost that heart. You are a warrior and will be right with Derek leading this team. The four of you will champions.” Coach Matherson puts his hand on Ron’s shoulder and offers encouragement.

The team of four men handshake and slap high fives all around in between sitting and resting catching their breathe.
“Guys Coach is right. This seems like it sucks but let me tell you…you have to practice harder than you compete to reach that upper level. When I was in the Rangers…we did things that seemed impossible, then on the battlefield we had to just execute what we knew we could do. At the critical times, I was able to pull that little extra that I didn’t know if I had. It was the difference in living and dying. I worked hard to believe I had that little extra. We have to just believe in Coach, in each other and mainly in ourselves. We will get there.” Derek says and everyone nods and agrees before they shower and clean up.

Ron walks out with Derek. Ron approaches Katherine Rutter.
“Hey there. You run a great kickboxing class. I do the boxing okay but could use some help with my kicks. Maybe I can get some private lessons or something.” Ron says to Katherine. She smiles. Derek rolls his eyes.

“You know you are about 2 steps from getting a collar because you are such of a dog.” Derek says and laughs. Ron holds up one finger and mouths one step.

“At least you know Logan is my fiancée and you aren’t hitting on her.” Derek says and Ron smiles. Derek gives Logan a hug and kiss.

“If she ever wants to upgrade.” Ron says in jest ribbing Derek and they fist bump as Ron walks away both laughing.

Logan asks what that was all about and Derek just smiles.
“He’s a good guy.” Derek comments and smiles.

The workouts go at the same intensity maybe even higher as each fighter is pressed that their fight of their life approaches. Coach Matherson posts pictures on each of their lockers of their opponents. He tells them to not let their opponent leave their mind. They stand between them and their dreams.

Ron has lunch with Kelly.
“Look Kelly. Let me talk first.” He requests. He lowers his eye then raises them.

“I would like more than friendship from you but…your friendship means the world to me. I mean that even past your job. I plan on being friends with you at the least even after my 3 years is up for probation. I don’t want to compromise your job or push you personally if you are not there. If you don’t get there for more…that is okay. One thing I need more than a girlfriend is quite frankly friends. People I can trust and count on. I didn’t have that in prison and the reason I went to prison to an extent….is that I really didn’t have that before.” Ron says somberly and exhales.

“This guy at Tiger Claw….Derek Miller…has taken me under his wing and is someone I can trust and count on. Something about him but he is a good guy. I need more people that I can call friends.” Ron says.

“Derek Miller is your friend? Wow. I know of him very well. He was extremely well known throughout the ranks in Iraq much less all over the Army and probably military. What he has done here locally…you did pick a great guy to be friends with.” Kelly says and smiles.

Ron laughs.
“I can arrange it if you want to meet him. You sound like a fan.” Ron says smiling.

“Just an admirer. He was a great role model for many soldiers especially over in Iraq and Afghanistan.” She replies.

They chat more and end the lunch well. The next couple of weeks fly by as Ron continues his dating with Elaine 2 days a week, Kirsten 1 day a week and having Kelly over 1 day a week and going out to lunch once a week with her. Ron continues to work on getting Katherine Rutter to go out with him but initially without luck.

Ron gets a call from Stan and his world is shaken. He almost forgot he was still in that world. Stan offers him 25K for a fight just 2 weeks after he returns from Japan. Ron haggles for 40K and Stan agrees. He has to fly to New York for this fight. In his heart he knows this is not a good thing compared to what he has going on.

Ron picks up Elaine for their date. He takes her out to an Italian Restaurant. Melanie was going to go out surprisingly enough with Kelly for dinner, so it worked out for Ron to have a nice one on one date with Elaine.
“Hey Lainey. Nice to see you babe.” Ron says and gives her a rose then a kiss. He takes to eat with light conversation. He mainly was answering questions about working out and his next fights. After dinner he walks her to the car.

“All we have talked about all night is me. What about you? You are looking great girl…I swear you get sexier every time I see you.” He says and she laughs.

“Ronnie is not like you have to smooze me to get into my panties.” Elaine says coily and they both laugh as he drives back to her place.

They barely get through Elaine’s door as Ron embraces her hard with a passionate kiss. They start discarding their clothes. They don’t make to her bedroom as Ron lays Elaine down on her couch kissing her lips then neck. The items of clothing fly off.
“You are a damn sexy woman. I might be corny but I am truthful.” Ron says and then kisses her.

He kisses her legs up to her thighs and then her tummy. Ron picks her up a she wraps her legs around him and carries to her bedroom then lays her down gently on her bed. He works on her breasts with his hungry mouth and hands. Finally he enters her pussy with his rock hard meat. He pumps with strong hard strokes. He increases the tempo as he feels their bodies are in sync. He pounds like a jackhammer. He lifts her left leg for further penetration as he makes reaching the mattress his goal with his strong pounding in and out of her. Her moaning increases his intensity as he pumps with his strong muscled body. After a good long bit due to his tremendous conditioning he finally starts to lose the battle with holding his orgasm back. He pumps harder and faster until it is like a sprint and finally four hard strokes then he arches his back. He flexes his leg muscles.
“YES OH YEA LAINEY.” He shouts out as he releases his river of manseed before collasping next to her. He kisses her cheek then her lips as he recovers.

“You know I would love to stay but…I am in serious training.” He says and kisses her as she says she understands and remarks on his body becoming even more muscular and hard in the last couple of weeks.

“I hope you are okay with my body becoming that of a world class athlete.” He kisses her again and smiles as she nods and gives approval.

Ron arrives home and kisses Melanie deeply before heading upstairs.
"I am home sweetie." He says with lust in his eyes for his sister.

As she follows and starts undressing Ron wraps his arms around her and kisses her neck removing her shirt and then kisses her breasts. He lays her down and kisses up each leg as he discards the rest of her clothes and his. He kisses her neck then lips.
“I love you Mel.” He groans as moves his mouth to her breasts again.