Plans were made, but we agreed to chat more before then.A few nights before our arranged meet he revealed things hadn't been great at home and that he...and his wife had split, but if I still wanted to meet we could. I agreed and looked forward to it.The day arrived and as I walked into the hotel my heart was racing. John had texted me what room he was in and to just head up and come in (he'd leave the door ever so slightly ajar).As I entered, I said hello and immediately asked if I could use the. Steve was there waiting for me. “Alright, Matt, things have come to a head. I don’t want you to get your hopes up. Something could still go wrong.”He had a grey suit with him, for me, and everything else I would need. “I know it’s a cliché, but hurry up and get changed. We’ll be going in front of the judge as soon as he’s ready.”The suit was a sort of good fit. But I wished I had my Carhart’s, Levi’s and Dickies. Oh well.We sat around for another hour, waiting and talking, talking pretty much. With relative ease, she grabbed him by the upper arms, pivoted and tossed him over her hip, and followed him down onto the mat. “Ooof”, was the only sound that came from Gene as his solidly-built wife landed hard on his stomach; all the air had been forced out of his lungs yet again.But this time, instead of placing him in another debilitating hold, Lisa spun around facing his feet, her face just inches away from his erection, his head between her thighs. A moment later he felt her hand run up. . hope the lodge is open.'Chris knew that after catering to tourists all weekend, a lot of the local businesses closed on Mondays. And since he owned his own company, he realized, 'I don't blame them. It's my fault anyway for not getting up here on Friday as I'd planned.'Oh well, at least arriving on Sunday got me a choice spot. Most of the campers had already packed up and left, headed back to the city and the old grind.'Shaking his head, he thought, 'Hell, I should sell out ... or just move.