Watching the wrestling was fantastic although I would get a hard on very easily as guys that age always do when watching erotic material. Very occasio...ally they showed a female wrestling match which was also a fantastic turn on for me, seeing women in swimsuits wrestling was just as erotic for me as watching the men wrestle. Again without realising it at the time I was probably demonstrating bisexual tendencies even then, although I do not like to put a label on my sexual preferences. In later. My hair, God, its a copper red, cut and permed in a "bobbed" style, with a small-stacked wedge cut in the back. There is no way anyone would think this wasn't a female cut, my eyebrows are half moons and in a forever "Who" expression. And my ears have 3 holes in each side, with pearls in two and the forever hoops that will never come out. I ring the bell and a young male answers, probably around mid twenties."Can I help you?" he queries."Hi I'm Josie, Sarina's girlfriend, she called and made an. Hugo quickly became our primary litigator. His closing arguments are just as strong, just as moving as the speech he made to Irving that day in the cabin, and his handling of witnesses, always knowing when they’re telling it straight and when they’re lying, is nothing short of spectacular.And prosecutors and the cops don’t hide exonerating evidence from us, either. The last one who tried it found Hugo in his office calmly threatening him with not only a mistrial but a bar association. I’d need a story.When he came through the door, I just knew he’d been fucking around. All those strange changes to his scent suddenly made sense – they were his craigslist tramps. I came over and kissed him hello, trying to mask my anger and the fact that I, too, was about to become one of those tramps. He gave a half-assed excuse for his absence and asked if I’d been home long. I thought about flat-out lying, but remembered that the kids did know when they came home. I told the truth. He.