The entire coliseum audience was screaming. It was a mingling sound of Mary! Mary! Mary! And her opponent, Wanda! Wanda! Wanda! Wanda! And in the back...round, the warbling rock and roll noise that some people call music. I was down below, in a dressing room, being touched up. Everything, I was told had to be perfect. And it made sense, to me, at least. Part of this was showmanship, and part of it, was skill. Steel skill. And anger. And Mary, My Wife had so much of all three. I had felt her. ” Jen seemed to hesitate for a moment then she lifted her skirt up high enough to hook her thumbs in the waste line of her panty hose and she pulled them down and off.Once the pantyhose were off Jen let her skirt drop back into place and they began to dance again. When John had his hands on her ass again I could see that Jen had her eyes closed and seemed to enjoy what was happening to her. I was confused. I should have been jealous and angry instead I had a raging hard on and I couldn’t wait. I would have to move. And I had nowhere else to go.I imagined the questions that I would have to answer if I chose either of those alternatives. Why had I not said anything the first time, or the second? Why had I not struggled? Why had I not screamed? There was a security guard at the front door. He would have heard me from my classroom if I had put up any kind of a struggle. Somehow, though, even worse than that, was the idea of my friends finding out that I had allowed myself to be kissed. Why?" he asked."I need you to pick up a storage unit at the port of Wilmington and bring it here." I said."That is just great. Can I get it tomorrow?" he asked."They said anytime and they would drop it on your trailer. It's only twenty feet long." I said."That will work just fine. If I drop this today and head back, I can be there tomorrow. If they will load it I can be in County seat day after tomorrow. Will you have someone to take it off my trailer?" I was hoping you knew someone with a.