"Rollie, do realize how many times you've gotten beaten up in a past year?" Angie asked suddenly one day as she walked over to where Rollie was putting a monster together in the lounge.
"Huh?" Rollie asked puzzled by her question.
"Do realize how many times you've gotten beaten up in a past year?" Angie repeated sitting down across from the tall Aussie.
"No. It's not something you usually want to keep count of." Rollie replied shrugging his shoulders.
"At least ten times." Angie told him, with her arms crossed over her chest. "Zane's boys, Dingo's bookie's men, The Brotherhood gang, those guys from that jewelry auction, you know the one that, that Hamon guy had, when you were helping that high school out, when Rick was killed....."
"Okay, Okay. I get the picture. I've got beaten up a lot." Rollie interrupted the young blond woman.
"What I don't get is how a man who's 6'2 like you get beat up all the time." Angie continued, staring off into space shaking her head.
"Bad luck I guess." Rollie told her, getting up from the couch he moved back to his workstation, leaving Angie to ponder it further.
