" And you didn't tell me?"Richard smiled. "I thought about it. That night was weird enough without bringing that into the mix. I guess I told you she ...layed French horn instead, but I don't remember that." Do your parents know?" No. Emily came to New York for a day, and my dad met them both when he came to get me for break. But I've stuck to the story that we're all just good friends. That pretty much goes for everyone who asks." But people have to suspect..." Probably. My roommate knows, so I. The story is how a couple starts fighting and then wrestles. The best part is the punishment of the loser. Let’s begin…I was once dating a chick who was pretty tall and we had a lot of arguments. She was a little tom-boyish in nature. She was around 5’10” and with a decent figure 32-30-34. We used to arm wrestle sometimes to settle arguments. One day she told me she had seen something on the Internet and wanted to try it. I asked her what was it about. She said it’s called mixed wrestling and. I sat in front with Weena, Rachel sat in the rear with Michiko."Want to tell me something?" I shook my head 'no.' Mum always knew me best. She could sense the disquiet. I could hear Rachel telling her mother about Melbourne, beginning with the penguins and moving to the earrings before talking about the museums. That got her on to her working for Winnie in Sydney. Mum asked me what I'd liked best."A Turner and a Fred Williams show. A large grey kangaroo. The restaurants. We found a really fine. " "Eight hours of making out with you sounds like a lot, but I will try to rise to the challenge," I replied. Mina looked me in the eye and said: "From what I feel against me, rising is not a problem for you." Of course, that got me hotter since I wasn't used to girls admitting they noticed things like that. We went back to tongue- wrestling and I started feeling her boobs through her blouse and she slid her hand to hold my erection. After a while, I put my hand under her.