“Dare I ask what you said to her to make her grin like this,” Meri asked curiously as all the parents eyeballed him.
He shrugged, “I simply told her if she could get through the entire game without throwing a single punch, Riggs would start teaching her self-defence.”
“Olivier,” Bobbie hissed at him in frustration. “The last thing she needs to know is how to throw punches better than she already does.”
Riggs stood behind Bobbie, “I disagree. The first thing she needs to know is when to throw them and when to let it slide. She shouldn’t be wasting her fists on a punk-ass b***h of a kid whose father probably can’t get it up, so he teaches the boy to beat up girls.” Riggs said it loud enough the boy’s father turned and started blustering. Riggs stepped closer to him and towered over him by
