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Wrestling

My girlfriend and I were just sitting around one rainy weekend, and enjoying some quiet time together, reading, cooking, etc... On Sunday, after a wonderful, late brunch, Sarah was reading on the sofa, and I was watching tv, sitting on the other end of the sofa, and flipping channels on the remote. A novel concept for me, but I was doing OK.

As I was flipping around, I usually don't stop for more than a couple seconds on most channels, and just cruise on through. I stopped for an inordinately long time on the wrestling channel, and just watched for a minute as the ring girl paraded around the ring, scantily clad of course, carrying the number of the round.

Sarah looked at the tv, and then at me, and said something snide, like, "find something you like to watch after all," full well knowing I hate that wrestling garbage.

Well, I couldn't easily deny the pause in the channel surfing, and so I admitted guilt, and said that it wasn't all bad.

That strategy didn't work well, and I got 'the look' for a moment, accompanied by the 'head shake.' A bad combination.

Trying to make amends, I tried to change the subject and talk about real wrestling, the greco-roman kind, like in the olympics and collegiate level sports, real sports with real athletes. This sparked her interest, because Sarah liked to watch muscled men in tight tights grappling and clenching. She said it got her juices flowing. Sort of like football used to be with her. I know... she confessed to me one time when being tied up and tortured with feathers and honey dust. But that's another story...

Hmmm.....this could be interesting, I thought to myself. We could turn this into an interesting afternoon after all. An idea is born. Some home-style wrestling. With some different rules. I proposed a contest, because I know she hates to lose at anything and is constantly reminding me how strong she is and how women can compete with men in some sports.

So we shake and agree on the basic ground rules. 1 minute rounds. Loser loses a piece of clothing. Winner chooses start position for next round. No cheap shots (ie biting, pinching, hitting below the belt).

So on to round 1...

You start on top (which is how I like it anyhow), and you manage to get your legs around me, and lean close to hold me from getting any leverage. Pretty strong, for a girl anyhow. I try to shake you off me, and you hold tight. Those thin legs don't do justice to their strength, especially when wrapped around something (maybe later it will be my head!)

I am starting to struggle a little more, getting sort of worried that this may not be as easy as I thought. You are pretty strong. Maybe I underestimated your resolve too. I won't make that mistake. I should have known you would be determined, not to lose (although I can't imagine how bad losing would be).

One minute clicks off the clock and I haven't extricated myself from your hold.

"OK mister. Off with the shirt. Nice and slow like." Your gangster impression needs a little work.

I turn around and raise my shirt from being tucked into the shorts, and pull it over my head, letting every inch get exposed more and more, so you can see my stomach, my chest, and then my shoulders. I turn sideways, giving you my best