Surprisingly, the combination lock wouldn’t open. I frowned and tried again, no joy. Slowly, horrifyingly the truth dawned on me, this was not my su...tcase. I looked accusingly at the case, as if it were to blame. How on earth was I going to represent my region at the annual kick-off meeting without my business suit and makeup? I softly swore at myself for being quite so stupid. There was no time to go shopping as the meeting was scheduled for ten in the morning. What could I do? Again I swore. I worked on her neck slowly rubbing on the collar bones and then nibbling her ear lobes and moving my fingers down the valley to her sexy cleavage. I then poured oil on both of her boobs and started rubbing them and pressing them softly. She was looking like an angel with her boobs shining because of the oil. I pinched her nipples and squeezed her boobs slowly one by one and for which she was rolling in the bed with pleasure. I moved down to her deep navel where the oil was poured into it and. Jennifer spent the next few hours poring through the website she had just discovered. Women’s Submission Wrestling, or WSW, was a federation dedicated to women’s sexual wrestling. It was a far cry from the ‘submissive role society placed on women’ that she had planned to write on for her Women’s Studies course. She wondered if she could write a report on this instead. She reasoned that subject matter was far more titillating and could start a debate on whether this was progressive or. ..?" I glared at him, eyes like saucers, pupilspin-pricks, brow furrowed. "Oh man, I'm so, so sorry. I wasn'tthinking," he pleaded. It was at least still hanging, for the timebeing, just, not so low as before."Let's just get this over with," I said in my weird, high-pitched,almost prepubescent voice, which I'd been cringing over since before Ieven left the hospital. We were here now to talk about my contract withthe NDW lawyers they'd sent up to Cleveland, so now we were heading intothe office.