"Come on guitar boy."

She was egging him on. She wanted him to fight so this could be over quickly. If she won she may take a nap until her next match. If she lost she could nap for the rest of the day.

Trent said. "Come on Gwen. You know I don't want to fight you. I'm not Duncan. I don't hit or **** women like that degenerate lunatic. I want you to win. But I have a cost for my lost."

Gwen shook her head while rolling her eyes. "What? You want me to finger myself to climax."

Trent smile. "No. Nothing like that. I want to go on one date with you. That is the only thing I want."