Fast forward two weeks to the end of the workshop and everyone was getting trashed at a farewell party and we ran into each other. She looked AMAZING ...n a black tube top and tight leather pants and she was also slightly intoxicated, but not flat-out drunk. We started dancing and she turned and slid her ass back against my pelvis as I had my hands on her hips. I could feel myself getting aroused as I turned her back around and pressed her firmly to my chest and I could feel her breasts heaving. He's straight, has a girlfriend! but that doesn't stop my fantasy... you can't imagine what we've done in my imagination... we're working together in the nightshift, it's a hot summers night, it also hasn't cooled down at night, all sweaty, there is a strange, electrifying connection between us, he searches the whole evening my presence, furtive glances, a shy smile, the distance is less, he keeps touching me 'by mistake', i can't stand the tension any more, closer, he's behind my back, closer,. The first name read was Janey Lewis, a Sig. The next name was mine. At least I didn't have to wrestle Macy. I hadn't recovered from my last match, and I was being sent right back into the mud, with a girl who didn't even need to wrestle, who simply undressed a crying Natalie Allen, in 29 seconds.I climbed into the pit, and stood near Corner Number 3, wearing somebody else's suit. The high I'd felt after winning my match and which masked how sore I was -- had worn off. I was sore, and I was. " I still say it was risky," Pteri commented, "Using that spell to GIVE a rat the key and releasing it, hoping it would wander into her cell. How did you know it would even go there?" I didn't," I smiled, then turned to rummage through my pack. I MUST have a pen and a scrap of paper somewhere! "It was a gamble, but if she kept killing every rat that wandered into her cell, she would have to get the key sooner or later! We were just lucky it was sooner."Ah! I found some paper."Besides, the wait.