I believe you,” he retorted with an expressive eye roll.Sarah was about to go off on him, when she noticed the twinkle in his eye and the hint of a ...mirk on his face. “You’re terrible!” she exclaimed and punctuated it by tossing a green bean at him.He laughed. “Guilty as charged,” he admitted before taking a drink of his soda. Glancing back over at her, he changed the subject. “So, have any of our visiting celebrities headed out yet?”Sarah nodded. “Norah and Yo-Yo headed out a few hours ago to. The audience does love watching a pain-slut getting off on getting demolished in the ring, but there is definitely a demand amongst viewers for girls who aren’t enjoying themselves. Many of them are in it for the paycheck at the end, or are there with other motivations.The fighters are celebrated, and well-paid and looked after by the UWFL, but the jobbers are not treated quite as well. Nonetheless, as they strive toward fighter status, and since they get paid for every minute they remain. " I know, believe it or not I had a fight with myself before I came here today. I really did dream of us last night and that reminded me of what we used to have together. But I really do love my wife... I should go tell her about the affair. She has a right to know. Bye Darlinia, I will miss you and remember our times together fondly whatever happens with my wife." He walked away with his head down.When he was out of the room she closed the door, went back to her chair; and stared ahead for a. My guys drank Irish coffee with Connemara, Cuban special brown sugar, good coffee and real whipped cream. On the last leg of our jaunt, homeward bound, Thomas suggested, “Let’s make our last night a special one. Coffee alone will get me going tomorrow morning. The sled will pick me up at daylight. But, we can party all night.” “Great idea,” my husband answered. “I would love to have you be Angie’s and my photographer. We will have something real to remember this weekend by, for a long time.” .