"The Dean won't be able to deny my claim, that's your voice. Plus, I'm not stupid, I videotaped it as well. I knew you were playing me and now I've go... proof."Now Professor Hermann was nervous, why did he have to pick the one psychotic freshman in the whole bunch? His world was crashing down around his ears and there was nothing he could do about it. He looked up and put his hands out in supplication. "What do you want? I'll do anything."Roxanne giggled. "That is exactly what I wanted to hear.. Connie wasn’t a striking beauty but she was much better than your average Principal’s wife. Italian with dark black hair, 5’6’’, 122 ponds and a slender build, she knew that some of the boy students liked looking at her along with any number of fathers who attended the school. She loved the attention but was very careful not to do anything to embarrass her husband Anthony. He had always been very attentive to her needs during their 15 years together but his new position didn’t give them as much. Instead, they make bets on how long the jobbers can last, how many blows the various parts of their bodies receive, or what injuries they might sustain during the matches.Obviously, severe injuries do occur, including permanent ones. The UWFL is not discriminating, and as long as a jobber can enter the ring, she can participate. Also, the in-house medical support is excellent, and jobbers can be rushed after matches to on-site recovery wards and surgical theatres, where the doctors and surgeons. "Stephen? What are you doing here?" Hello, baby," said Stephan Watson, moving through the door before his wife could find the presence of mind to close it, should she have been so inclined. "I came to see you." But... but how did you find my apartment?" Your store was closed. I got hold of the landlady and gave her an autographed copy of my book in exchange for the information." Stephan stared at her in silence for a moment, then shook his head. "You're a real cunt." Stephen!" You duck out on.