Alison jumped out of the taxi and looked up at the building towering above her. The message had arrived two days ago and was so Tyson-like: “Meet Thursday, 2 pm, Hotel City, Room 1001. Don’t be late.” She smoothed down the pretty summer dress that she had bought specially. It had been a carefully judged purchase, attractive enough (she hoped) to please Tyson, not too expensive or sexy to incur Timothy’s displeasure. Under...

Part one It was Sunday afternoon, and Timothy had received a sudden and unexpected call from the Bishop. Then, like the obedient puppy he was, off he went on some important business. He would not be back till very late. Alison grimaced slightly at the sarcastic tone that she had used in her mind about Timothy's sudden departure. She was never sarcastic before, well, before Tyson came along. The handfork in her hand plunge...

As Alison had told herself repeatedly, it had to stop! And stop it appeared to. At least Tyson did not call again, and two weeks slowly passed. What Alison had no idea of was that Tyson was away fighting. He had a two-week camp, followed by the bout. The fight was over in less than three rounds. Tyson connected with a beautiful upper cut, and as usual, no opponent could recover from that. A flurry of punches later, the re...