Bonnie We squatted on our haunches in the pit fists up, circling warily, like scorpions ready to lash out with our deadly stings, cocks taunting each other. Both of us primed to fight, maul, scratch, tear, punch, kick, gouge, and...

the verge of extinction: In so far as she could tell there was only one of them. At least, she had only ever seen one, felt one, and one of them was more than enough for her to handle. A...