Wrestling to me was the greatest thing on earth. I loved it. It was a sport about two men in physical combat trying to prove they are better than the ...ther. There is no one to blame for your mistakes besides you. Granted some of the moves in wrestling did look a little gay but if you ever wrestled, you know it is anything but. I was on the JV team in the 150 pound weight class. I was about 5’-11”, short dirty blonde hair and was in good shape. I was not what one would call ripped but I also was. Most of the other women said they had watched them too, but the reasons why varied. One said she loved the effect it had on him and, therefore, the effect he had on her. One woman loved to close her eyes and listen to the ‘sounds of sex’ while she had sex with him, and would often masturbate listening to it when he wasn’t home. One woman felt it was erotic watching things take place on screen that she would never do herself. The stories went around and around but all women agreed the women. “I think it has to be. Let me get started on the programs.”“If you finish early, we could go somewhere,” she said.Kara and Elyse had actually encouraged me to have my ‘Milwaukee dalliance’ as they called it, but I’d pointed out that I’d picked the wrong day for that. I really did need to get all the work done today, because I’d be on vacation in the UP with Kara starting on Sunday, and before then we had the NIKA Christmas party which once again fell on my anniversary. Not that it mattered much. I was in a well-appointed office; Big desk, wood panelling, certificates and photos.Behind the desk was Shaw, facing me with a smile. I was tied in a chair directly in front of him and two, or possibly three dark-suited men stood around me. One of the large guys had my blood on his leather gloved hand. I was hurting.I tried to spin a mending command around me, to take away the pain but after a couple of tries, I realised with shock that something had left me.Shaw watched my struggle and smiled.