INES? STORY ? ON THE ROAD III


We all approached the empty pool as the two women began to trade heavier blows on each other; by now, they were letting loud moans interspersed with brief shrieks of effort, desperately trying to get the upper hand. I understood that the one who will overcome her foe now will win this fight for good?
?Mighty Allah, but these two really hate each other?? noticed Hassan.
I knew it. The two peasants had now their fourth clash and everybody in the business knew that a harsh rivalry had grown between them in the last year. Both were strong, hard-willed women in their early forties, bodies chiseled by the hard, farming labor. The taller one ? her name was Viorica ? was a slim woman, 5?11?, weighting 145 lbs. Her long legs were enwrapped in steel muscles, her big ass was hard as rock, the veins on the back of her hands were thick. She had medium sized breasts, extremely well toned for her age and she exhibited a slight belly. She was a short haired brunette, with a long face and a rectangular chin. She was dressed in black bras and panties. She had beaten her foe twice.
The shorter woman ? a redhead ? was heavier: her name was Elena and she weighted 175 lbs at 5?7?, without being fat: she had a well-packed body, with strong legs and a big muscled ass, a rounded belly, generous love handles around the hips and broad shoulders. She had vivid eyes and a respectable double chin ? all in all she had ?a cracking meat?, as we say in Romania?
They still mounted the pressure of the clash, letting loud grunts of effort and launching harder blows, aiming mainly for the face. I lit a cigarette, examining them closely: if Ines would beat her foe in the next fight, one of these famous fighter peasants will be my woman?s opponent. Some seconds passed by and the taller woman managed to land more fists home, snapping the redhead?s head backwards, but Elena didn?t retreat. In fact, she was renown for being a good taker and she was always fast in finding a way to get her rival in close combat, which was her best weapon. When weighting her body, you surely understood why she was so good at fighting at close range: her thick legs, her big muscled butts and her meat-packed trunk exhibited a natural born strength, unable to be surpassed even by years of weight lifting?
I looked at Ines and she was also closely examining the two women, weighting their strengths and weak points. Suddenly, Viorica, the taller woman, managed to get an uppercut to the redhead?s chin, vigorously snapping her head; she ensued with a straight to the face, again snapping Elena?s head and this time, the shorter woman had to retreat. A third punch to the face crushed the redhead?s nose as she was shaking head, spurting blood all around and the shorter woman began to stumble backwards but she still found the resources to kick at the tall brunette, fully getting her in the thigh.
The taller woman let a moan and she instantly began to limp. Th4e next moment, redhead Elena leaped at her foe and kicked her once more in the already battered thigh, but the brunette countered with a slap to the face, throwing her foe?s head sideways. Again, the shorter woman kicked, aiming for the groin this time, but Viorica was already lounging at Elena and the kick missed, getting the tall brunette in the thigh for the third time.
?Fuck your mother dead!? cursed Viorica and she vividly grabbed Elena by the mane.
The shorter redhead let a shout of fury and impinged on her feet, forcing the taller woman to backpedal but then, brunette Viorica took advantage of her foe?s momentum and dragged her forth, making Elena stumble. The redhead let a brief moan of surprise and, carried on by her own effort, fell to her knees. Still pulled by the hair, she managed to overcome the pain and she readily got up but then, the taller woman took advantage once again of her foe?s effort and spun her around by the mane, throwing Elena out of balance.
?Punch her, Elena! Punch the bitch!? shouted a man across the empty pool ? it was the redhead?s husband but tall Viorica spun his wife the other way round.
?Ah!?
Elena let a loud moan and fell to her knees ? before she could organize herself, the tall brunette readily rammed her knee in the redhead?s face, fully getting her in the mouth.
A dry crack was heard and, a moment later, blood began to pour off the shorter woman?s torn lips. The redhead bitch still had fight in her, however, and she tried to get up, but the tall brunette did something unbelievable for a countryside woman: propping on her foe?s shoulders with both hands, she threw herself against Elena, delivering a flying knee blow to the upper belly, splitting the shorter woman in two.
The redhead?s eyes popped out and, a moment later, she curled on the bottom of the pool, pressing both palms against her belly. It was obvious that she was lacking air but all her efforts to breathe in were fruitless. I heard a deep ?ooof? from behind and I looked over my shoulder, in reflex?
Jesus! It was again that blonde and her husband! They both smiled at me when our eyes met but, the sound of a mellow fruit being crushed made me look back at the fight.
Tall Viorica had stomped shorter Elena in the back of the head, crushing her face against the bottom of the pool. The brunette began to stomp her foe?s head repeatedly while the redhead did desperate attempts to cover her head. Sturdy Elena tried to crawl away, she managed to get to her knees but she had to curl, while also cover her head with both arms as the merciless brunette powerfully kicked her in the flanks.
?The end is near?? noticed Volodya.
It was more than obvious. In fact, all of Viorica?s sustainers were now yelling advices at the taller woman, urging her to finish her foe once and for good but, as Hassan had already told me before the fight, there was no need for such urges: each of the peasants had promised before the fight that she will leave the other one in a puddle of blood. They had to put and end to this rivalry, once and for all, damned it!
Suddenly, tall Viorica took a deep breath and kicked the redhead in the face. Elena was thrown sideways, falling on her back. She brought her bare heels near her big butts and she attempted to crawl away but she hadn?t had enough strength to fulfill the maneuver. Viorica understood that her foe was helpless and she readily grabbed her by the hair, dragging her in violent bursts towards the metallic ladder at the corner of the pool. In the meantime, the stout redhead managed to partially recover her senses and she grabbed the bars of the ladder, desperately trying to hoist herself up. She got to her knees but then, the taller woman grabbed her by the hair with both hands and slammed the redhead?s face against one of the metallic steps of the ladder, provoking a dull toll.
Instantly, blood spurted from the redhead?s face ? her hands fell beside her body while her trunk stumbled forth, propping on the ladder. She was still standing on her knees but I couldn?t tell whether she was aware of it, or if her foe was simply holding her up by the hair.
Again, tall Viorica slammed Elena?s face against the ladder, provoking that terrible toll ? this time, however, a horrible crack was heard as the redhead?s root of the nose collided to the middle step of the pool. A moment later, I understood that the shorter woman was almost out: until then, she had propped on the balls of her soles but after the impact, she lost control of her muscles as the tip of her feet slowly sled until resting on the back of the feet, soles up. Her heels were now pointing outwards and her thighs and calves trembled.
?Elena!? shouted her husband, looking at the scene in terror.
Tall Viorica snarled and pulled back her foe?s head by the hair. For some seconds, we could all see the redhead?s crushed face, looking around with empty, rolling eyes. Her upper teeth were turned inwards, obviously showing that her maxillary bone was fractured. She was sneering and soon, her mouth was filled with blood and froth.
?Omygod? Omygod?? she kept saying, waving back and forth.
?My wife!? yelled Elena?s husband, almost breaking into tears.
?Watch this!? said the man behind me and, for a brief second, I felt that he was addressing me.
The taller woman slammed the redhead?s face against the ladder for the third time. Now, Elena let a gurgle and she began to jerk in horrible spasms while being held up by the hair. A gushing was heard and then, the redhead?s urine began to pour in a thick stream off her womanhood, while she was slowly sliding down. She hit the lower step of the ladder with her jaw and then she began to move erratically, as swimming in clay. Her voluminous breasts coiled slowly, fallen off the bra, as if showing her total dismay.
?Finish her up, Viorica!? shouted a tall, dark skinned guy ? it was the brunette?s husband, a guy that had spent half of his life in jail. ?Finish the bitch!?
?Yeah, do her!?
?Crush her!?
?Do the redhead! Do the redhead!?
Soon, all the people gathered around began to shout in chorus, urging the taller woman to crush the stout redhead. In the meantime, Elena managed to embrace the ladder but she still propped her forehead against the lower step, unable to straighten herself. Viorica approached her foe and she grabbed Elena by the hair, manipulating her head until she placed the root of the redhead?s nose against the lower step. The taller woman leaned then on Elena?s back of the head, pressing her against the step ? the sturdy redhead began to throw herself about in the desperate attempt to avoid the unavoidable but the taller peasant leaned on her foe, patiently waiting for Elena?s last outburst of effort to subside. Then, as the redhead? movements became slower, Viorica savagely rammed her knee in the back of Elena?s neck.
?Ghhhrraahrghh!?
The loud, endless gurgle of the redhead forwarded a wet noise, resembling that of a drape being torn. Shit filled Elena?s panties as she collapsed on the bottom of the pool, face still propped on the ladder. Her big butts shivered and soon, her whole body began to twitch as she unloaded the shit off her bowel.
All the spectators began to shout, acclaiming the tall brunette and covering Elena?s husband shouts of desperation. His wife still twitched in the pool when I turned my face, trying to see Ines. I couldn?t refrain myself from comparing my woman to the one that was shitting in the pool: Ines had the same stout shapes and the same height? What will be her chances against tall Viorica?
Shit! Before fighting the tall peasant, my woman had to face famous Clara, an ex-gymnast, our former world champion in gymnastics?
?We wish you good luck!? said the guy behind me. The blonde near him winked. Ines took off her sandals and she engaged in a warm up. Then, her opponent showed up.

2.

Clara, the ex-gymnast. 42 years old. Short haired brunette. Shallow face, as if carved in stone. Cold eyes. 5?6? and 143 lbs., as the stats offered by the organizer of the gala read. Extremely well muscled legs. Hard, medium sized butts. Washboard abdomen in the upper half. Slight potbelly hidden by the panties. Muscled arms. She wore black panties and bra.
I knew her well ? in fact, everyone knew her since 25 years ago she had been our leading gymnast. She had won the Olympic and world?s championships medals until her place in the national team was taken by younger gymnasts. It seems that 5 years ago she got hooked up on drugs. The heavier possible drugs. She lost all the money she had earned before. She divorced. And then, she met a certain Maurizio ? Maurizio was there too, massaging Clara?s muscled back. The bitch purred like a cat. Jesus, she had a terrible body!
Volodya had studied her techniques. In spite of her age and despite the drugs she took, she was damned good. Her main weapons were her legs and her speed. It seems that it was very hard to pin her, since she always managed to get on top if she fought at close quarters. She had had 34 matches up to now and she had won 30. She was wild: she usually finished up her opponents by punching or kicking them after knocking them down, dazzling them and then twisting their ankles or wrists. I had the opportunity to see her at work a day before: her foe, a young and strong woman from Bucharest was taken off the pool in a stretcher, both ankles sprung.
On the other hand, Ines had done most serious progresses lately. She was not anymore the woman I knew three months ago: at 5?7? she weighted now 155 full lbs. and it?s only her slight potbelly and hips that exhibited some fat. She was fast and even her breasts were more lovable than before, as if Volodya?s diet had filled them with a tight fatty meat? In the two previous fights she had at this gala she literally destroyed her opponents, a young girl of 18, a strong handball player which Ines had defeated by knocking her down and stomping her to unconsciousness, and a 34 years old peasant, a huge woman which couldn?t stand the repeated series of kicks to the groin.
Hm? I weighted Ines against Clara? She was slightly taller than the ex-gymnast. She was obviously heavier. She was much younger. She showed the same determination as the ex-champion.
The master of ceremonies signaled that the bets were to be closed. I took my seat and ordered a glass of vodka. I lit a cigarette. I felt upon me the look of the couple that seemed to follow me since we first got here, in Slobozia, the capital of Ialomita County. The blonde was sexy and I found myself looking at her shapely legs. She had muscled legs, the way I like but then, Volodya caught me and I feigned to be overwhelmed by my thoughts.
Now, who the hell was this woman?
?She?s an ex-fighter from Ardeal?? said Hassan, smiling.
Gosh! This guy will always take me by surprise.
?Are you ready?? asked then the master of ceremonies.
Ines and Clara acquiesced, raising their arms in guard.
?Go!?
Ines sprang forth like a banshee, surprising everyone and flooding the ex-gymnast with powerful series of punches directed to the face and upper torso.
?Did she eat chili, or what?? I asked, in bewilderment.
Volodya laughed.
?That?s our secret tactic. Never fight twice in the same way!?
By then, Ines? sustainers began to yell like mad as my woman managed to get the upper hand from the first seconds of the fight, forcing the ex-gymnast to retreat in clear disarray. Moaning from the bottom of her lungs, Clara punched in response but my woman?s determination and superior weight made futile all the brunette?s attempts to resist. Soon, Ines cornered the elder woman and then, she kicked her in the belly.
Shit! The ex-gymnast blocked the kick with a karate-like movement and caught my woman?s ankle in both hands. Ines began to hop on the left leg, trying to remain erect, but bloody Clara readily raised my woman?s leg as high as she could, spreading her legs.
?Fuck!? I shouted as I realized that Ines? spread legs had revealed a most appealing target for the experience fighter that was Clara. Damn her! Just as I thought, the ex-gymnast pursed her lips and kicked Ines in the womanhood for all she was worth.
Ines gave a gulp and, the following moment, she bowed in front of the elder woman, sliding both hands in her womanhood but Clara still spread my woman?s legs and aimed once again at my woman?s groin. This time she hit her in the hands protecting the cunt, but the blow still had enough force to shake Ines from head to toe.
?Bitch!? she cursed. ?Fuck your ass!?
I got up and I lit another cigarette as Ines? left knee wobbled. A moment later, the ex-gymnast twisted my woman?s ankle and, for a brief second, I though that the fight was over: Ines gave a high pitched scream and she fell on the bottom of the pool, twisting and readily getting on her belly. She began to throw herself about, trying to free her ankle from the grip, but the elder woman stomped her between the butts, bringing Ines? attempts to free herself to a halt. Still, my woman tried to crawl forth but the elder bitch managed to kick her in the groin.
?Yeah, Clara! Show her the real thing!? shouted Maurizio and the ex-gymnast twisted again my woman?s ankle.
However, Ines training as an acrobat made her readily roll, getting on her back. Then, as Clara tried to twist once more my woman?s ankle, Ines delivered a most powerful kick that got the ex-gymnast in the knee cap. The brunette?s leg wobbled and her face writhed in pain but she found the strength to stomp Ines in the pubic bone, making her shriek.
Jesus! That ole? woman was pure alcohol, as we say in Romania! Ines was now snaking on the bottom of the pool, both hands massaging her groin and grinning in pain. Clara stomped her again in the pubic bone and I realized that if Ines won?t find a fast way out, the ex-gymnast would badly defeat her.
Shit! Clara twisted, turning her back on my woman and, by doing this, she fully twisted Ines? ankle. Were it not, once again, for my woman?s skill as an acrobat, the ex-gymnast would have broken Ines? ankle, but Ines rolled on her belly. The next moment, however, the elder woman butt dropped on Ines? loins, making her moan and pulled her ankle up, capturing it at the left armpit.
?What the hell?? I said, but my shout was instantly covered by Clara?s sustainers which yelled madly.
I simply couldn?t believe my eyes. The elder woman was now pulling Ines? ankle as high as she could, forcing my woman to lie on her belly. In the meantime, Clara kept spreading Ines right leg and, having my woman?s crotch exposed, she readily slid her right hand in Ines? groin. I gulped, feeling the pain my woman felt and, a moment later, Ines yelled from the bottom of her lungs.
?Fuck your mother?s ass!? she yelled.
?Shit! The bitch digs her cunt!? hissed Marussia, Volodya?s wife. ?She digs Ines? cunt, damn her!?
Desperation made my woman snake like mad beneath her elder foe but Clara held her well by the ankle captured at the armpit while ripping my woman?s panties and exposing her hairy groin. Ines let a howl of despair and bucked like a bronco, managing to get on her left knee, but the ex-gymnast slid her thumb in my woman?s cunt, making her shriek.
The audience went wild and Maurizio raised both hands in the air as his woman began to scratch mine in her pleasure shaft but then, Ines desperately sprung forth and managed to dismount the elder woman off her.
They both got up concomitantly but it?s still the brunette that attacked first, alternating kicks to the belly and punches to the face. Ines rushed in, ignoring the blows, but the ex-gymnast met her with a most powerful kick to the belly and split my woman in two.
?Retreat! Avoid the fight and try to recover, Ines!? shouted Volodya.
Hassan was biting his lips and I was looking at the fight as numb. Ines took some steps back but the ex-gymnast followed her and drove a most powerful hammer butt to the top of the head that dazed my woman. Clara ensued with a blow to the face, drawing first blood and I realized that Ines was dazed. She propped on her strong legs, however, and she punched back, but the elder woman retreated and my woman?s blows were lost in the air. Again, the ex-gymnast rushed forth, delivering punch after punch to the face but Ines managed somehow to retreat, avoiding being knocked down.
After awhile, they got tired and they split, breathing heavily. To my disbelief my younger Ines was breathing in a much faster pace than the elder woman. Ines? panties had sled down, exposing the upper half of her strong ass, while also being torn between the roots of her thighs. She was bleeding from the nose and her big, tense mammaries heaved unbelievably fast.
Clara recovered first and, letting a wild shout, she rushed in, throwing lefts and rights to the face. Ines covered herself like a boxer and crouched. I saw the other woman prepare for a most powerful uppercut and I tried to warn my woman, but Volodya yelled first:
?She wants to punch you! Rush in! Rush in!?
Ines followed his advice and rushed forth, head first, taking the ex-gymnast by surprise and throwing her back for some steps. Then, my woman straightened herself and raised the hands in guard, but Clara clutched fists above her head and leaped forth, delivering a most powerful hammer butt that aimed the forehead.
Jesus Christ! Ines managed to block the terrible blow in the last moment but she was thrown back and she hit the wall of the pool. The ex-gymnast charged once again my woman but Ines also sprang forth and their hard bodies collided. Clara got my woman in the face with a right straight but, thanks God, Ines managed to embrace her foe around the shoulders. Bloody Clara let a wild grunt and readily sunk her teeth in my woman?s shoulder, biting her for all she was worth and making Ines yell from the bottom of her lungs. She tried to punch at the brunette?s belly, but she hadn?t had enough leverage and the damned ex-gymnast bit her harder, as if she were a snake that intended to swallow Ines? shoulder.
Blood began to pour on my woman?s left arm but then, she readily twisted, escaping the bite and retreating. Blood was already flowing from the deep teeth marks and, at the sight of it, Ines gave a furious yell and rushed in at Clara, without the least precaution.
?Yeaaaaah!?
That was bloody Maurizio who cheered his woman as she managed to load my Ines over her hip before slamming her to the ground.
Ines landed back first, provoking a thud and, the next moment, she bridged in pain, letting a sharp hiss. The ex-gymnast kicked my woman in the flank, forcing her to roll away and then, when Ines tried to get up, Clara rushed forth, throwing a most powerful kick to the face.
I closed my eyes but then, I heard the brunette?s sharp scream and, the next moment, I saw Ines kneeling in front of Clara, both hands grabbing the ex-gymnast by the hairy skin of her lower belly. Maurizio yelled something in Italian and the brunette hammer butted my woman in the top of the head but Ines withstood the blow and, in the following moment, she twisted her hands in opposite ways while still pulling the elder woman by her genital fur, through the black panties.
Clara let a most loud shriek and arched her head back while grabbing Ines by the wrists and trying to dislodge her hands from her hairy skin. However, I realized that my woman had managed to fully grab the ex-gymnast by the fat pad of her lower belly and squeezed it and pulled it mightily, tossing the brunette from side to side.
Clara attempted to knee Ines in the face, but my woman impinged as hard as she could on her knees, forcing the elder woman backwards. The ex-gymnast lost balance and she was on the point of falling to her butts when Ines briskly pulled her by the hairy skin, eliciting a sharp yell.
Clara fell on butts, panties torn and I saw how my woman?s nails had dug several deep bleeding furrows in Clara?s lower belly. Bunches of curly tufts fell off Ines? hands ? she got up while the ex-gymnast was yelling and pressing both palms on her bleeding lower belly.
The next moment, Ines kicked her foe in the face, throwing her backwards and Clara had to prop on her elbows. She looked in daze at my woman and, realizing that Ines would kick her once again, the ex-gymnast gathered her strength and rolled on all fours, crawling away.
However, Ines followed her and she readily slid her right hand between the brunette?s thighs, grabbing her once more by the thick bush of her lower belly.
?Fuck your mother dead!? cursed the ex-gymnast and she tried to roll belly up but my Ines clasped her fingers on the bitche?s lower belly and squeezed her by the fat pad as hard as she could.
I got up, looking at the scene with glittering eyes. Volodya was yelling like mad. On the other side of the pool, Maurizio could not utter the least sound as his woman was clutching her teeth and her eyelids, desperately trying to stand the belly squeeze. By then, Ines began to pull her by the belly in brief, savage bursts, that soon had the ex-gymnast scream.
?Ha!? exclaimed Volodya, looking at me. ?She sets the bitch up for a cruel devastation, Florin!?
I didn?t know what he meant. All I could see was that Ines was pulling her foe by the belly fat and that each of these maneuvers made Clara scream and arch her head in sheer pain. The bloody bitch attempted for several times to twist, but, each time, Ines tamed her by dragging harder and harder on the hairy skin.
Suddenly, Clara grabbed Ines by the hands and tried to dislodge them off her tummy but then, my woman pulled as hard as she could. The ex-gymnast yelled once again and arched her head as much as she could.
?Now, Ines!? shouted Volodya and then, Ines briskly rammed her knee between the brunette?s muscled butts, powerfully hitting her at the bottom of the spine. A dry crack was heard through the spectators? screams and, instantly afterwards, the whole audience silenced as the ex-gymnast froze, unable to breathe.
?See what I mean?? winked Volodya at me.
I still didn?t understand what had happened.
?That?s the ?paralyzing Matrioshka?!? he explained. ?The bitch raised her head, arching her whole spine? When Ines hit her at the bottom of the spine, the whore?s vertebrae crushed against each other in a? err? unnatural way. Look at the bitch, now! The lumbar vertebrae must have sled on each other and the pain in Clara?s lower back must be devastating! Just look at her!?
Clara was still arching her torso and she was gagging for air. Her eyes were looking in the audience, searching for Maurizio. She was scared and then, Ines took advantage of her foe?s disarray and rammed for the second time the knee between her butts.
This time, the crack was louder and the brunette fell on her breasts as she pressed both hands against her loins. She was still unable to suck in air and her strong legs jerked.
?Ha! Ines must have broken the bitche?s sacral bone! This whore is history!? noticed Volodya as Ines took her time to grab Clara?s ankles, spreading her legs wide before placing her knees on the back of the ex-champion?s muscled thighs.
Ines fully tore her foe?s panties then, revealing the elder woman?s thick bush that covered even her ass hole in dense flocks.
?No!? said Clara and she tried to snake beneath Ines, but my woman delivered a right and a left to the kidney, throwing shudders through her foe?s body.
?No!? said the ex-gymnast again but Ines parted then her strong butts and slid her thumb in the bitche?s ass hole. Clara hardened like cardboard, from head to toe, straining her powerful butts, but Ines slid the index and middle fingers in the ex-gymnast?s cunt and she began to pull her as hard as she could by the piece of flesh that parted her ass hole from her love hole. Clara let a scream and she tried to struggle, but Ines had total control of her by leaning on her knees and pinning the brunette?s muscled legs to the ground.
Clara let a scream of desperation while Ines? sustainers began to acclaim my woman. Maurizio was pulling himself by the hair, yelling, while his woman could only howl like an animal stabbed to death. Soon, blood began to sprawl from her womanhood and Ines got up, still pulling the ex-gymnast by the groin flesh.
?That?s a Chinese maneuver that I learned in Chechnya,? laughed Volodya, clapping hands. ?They call it the Hen?s Throat!?
By then, Clara crawled backwards on the tip of her soles and on palms, trying to alleviate the pain in her womanhood, but Ines dragged her harder and harder until the soft flesh gave.
?Noooooooooooooo!?
The champion?s endless scream made everyone raise hands while Clara was madly writhing on the bottom of the pool, pressing both hands in her hairy groin. Blood was spreading through her fingers, sprawling on her inner thighs, while she rolled from side to side, letting sharp shrieks. Ines placed then her foot on Clara?s throat and looked straight in the champion?s eyes.
?You give, bitch??
Clara yelled her surrender:
?I give! I give! I give!?
Ines snarled and pressed her foot against the elder woman?s throat until Clara began to gag for air.
?It?s over! She said she gives!? yelled Maurizio and it?s only then that my woman allowed her beaten foe to breathe.
I rushed at the ladder and I helped Ines out of the pool. As I embraced her, I felt that the strange couple that had followed me lately approached us.
?Hello! If you want to fight in Ardeal, just give us a call,? said the blonde, bluntly.
?You must talk to Hassan,? I said. ?He represents us.?
The blonde smiled.
?Your Ines is good enough to represent herself. You?ll get more money if you?ll be on your own.?
I shook head.
?Talk to Hassan,? I said.
?As you wish,? said the blonde. ?But if you change your mind, here?s our phone number. We could arrange all sorts of fights for Ines and we won?t ask for money.?
?No way,? I said but Ines looked at the blonde and, smiling, she said:
?You give me your phone number but not now! Hassan is watching us!?
The blonde winked and she said:
?As you wish, Ines, as you wish. You are not only a good fighter, but a diplomat also. Congratulations!?