”“I see,” from Dad.Again there was a long pause.“Your mother and I will talk about this and let you know.”I was starting to get a little fru...trated now. They still treated me like I was 10.“You guys can talk about it, but I’m GOING. I’m 18 and I can do what I want.”My Dad was a little taken aback by my statement and he thought for a few seconds before responding.“You ARE 18 and you CAN do what you want. But WE’RE paying for your education so I think we have SOME say in it.”I thought maybe I. “Really?” he asked. “Would you like that?” “I don't know,” she admitted, “but you're the guy I trust to help me find out.” He pulled out of her, and she grabbed a small tube of lube from her purse. “Here, better use this.” She turned so that she was kneeling on the edge of the couch, her legs spread wide, and she lowered herself forward to lean her forearms on its back, presenting herself to him. He lowered himself to his knees behind her. Forget the Taj Mahal, the Pyramids, the Parthenon, this. Lin Tia, founder and occasional participant in the arena, had created this arena for one sole purpose: to prove to the world the real strength of women and their superiority over men.Initially she had later planned to spread out and challenge other shady leagues, but after a few years of growing success her goal changed to focus more on her own roster, seeing the levels of enjoyment that came out of watching her wrestlers spectacles. Of course though, as the league was growing more and more. Charles was failing to prove how affable he felt he truly was. ‘Lucy, I should really leave.’Again, it was as if Charles wasn’t even there. By this point Charles had determined that he was going to find a new route home from work. And then it happened. Her mouth contorted at the corners, seemingly trying to pull up and down at the same time, before she suddenly dropped her head. Both of her hands came to meet her face, spilling the contents of her wine down one leg of her trousers and over the.