" I miss my family," confessed Helen, calming down from her earlierexcitement. "This school might be good for education, but I worry aboutwhat I've g...ven up to be here."As we sat and chatted, Helen started to get goose pimples on her barearms. "Why don't you get a jumper?" I asked.Helen must have liked that idea as she leaned across and gave me a quickkiss on my cheek, "I'll be back in a minute."Helen bounded off towards the living quarters and I was left alone. Thesun was now lower in the. "Well, let's just forget our exes for now. We have each other to help us feel better and this feels quite wonderful, just how I expected it would." So, you've been thinking about this a while?" I asked."Oh, yes, not long after I figured out that you were living solo like I was. I thought, well, why not make a nice offer that suits us both, gives us both comfort and satisfaction. Did I have a good idea, Ray?" Oh, my dear, you had fabulous idea, I'm laying here enjoying your wonderful idea to the. I began kissing any part of her skin that was exposed. I became infatuated with her skin... its softness, its smell, its moist, its silkiness. I moved to kneel between her legs and reached down and opened her robe to expose her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were cream colored and did not protrude. I stopped to admire them and then lay down on top of her, burying her petite body under mine. I kissed her face, her neck, and her shoulders. I moved down, kissing the nape of her neck, down the. Nonetheless, as they strive toward fighter status, and since they get paid for every minute they remain conscious in a match, jobbers train themselves as hard as or even harder than the fighters.This is where you come in.You are a UWFL jobber trainer. One of several trainers employed by the UWFL to condition the jobbers with one goal in mind: how to take maximum punishment for as long as possible before passing out. Jobbers can’t surrender anyway. Their job is to take whatever the fighters want.