I did not know what to say. She smiled and said, "Looks like you are having fun!" I turned red! She said, "Don't be embarrassed—we all do it!" Then ...he walked out.The night of her son's arrest, she was very worried. I tried to comfort her and we started talking about some of the funny things that had happened over the years. She asked me for another beer; she was pretty drunk. I said there was no more, and she sent me to the basement to get another 12-pack from the fridge. When I came back up,. Eventually she put her wet white half shirt back on but it hardly changed the view any.The last thing I taught her was how to change the oil filter. It was on the bottom of the engine toward the rear. It required her to jack up the car and get on my mechanic’s dolly. That day when she got on her back and rolled under the car I realized that she hadn’t worn her panties that day even though she knew what was required. As she lay under the car she lifted her knees up high placing the sole of her. I took the client and the team out for celebratory drinks and dinner, and was feeling pretty mellow as I strolled through the empty floor. Until, as I say, I saw Lisa.“What are you still doing here?” I grumbled.She jumped up as I entered my office. “The managing partner said to wait for you, sir, and to give you this personally,” she blurted out. Her hand was shaking as she passed me a sealed envelope. “He made it very clear that my future as a lawyer depended on it, that I was to wait as long. Ecstatic, you jump at their offer and allow them to take you to the DWA arena.When you arrive at the venue, you quickly realize that this wasn't what you had expected. Apparently, DWA stands for the Dominant Women's Association, as noted by the big sign on the building. You still allow the women to escort you inside, but you feel reluctant. What exactly does that name mean? Is this really an all-women wrestling league? Then why are you here? How could anyone take you seriously as a pro-wrestler.