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 to...ard fighter status, and since they get paid for every minute they remain conscious in a match, jobbers train themselves as hard as or even harder than the fighters.This is where you come in.You are a UWFL jobber trainer. One of several trainers employed by the UWFL to condition the jobbers with one goal in mind: how to take maximum punishment for. Mann picked his way through the throng of people and entered the city searching for an inn and stable. He stopped and got directions from one of the city guards stationed at the gates and continued on toward a recommended inn. As he passed an alleyway on his left he thought he saw a flash of metal but shrugged it off until Thorn abruptly stopped. His mount threw its head up and down and backed up several steps. The horse turned to the left and started down the alleyway. Mann tried to turn Thorn. "I am at your service, Lady Palmerston," he said."And this must be the famous Dr Watson," she turned and blinded me with a smile; white, straight teeth framed in the soft, pink cupid's bow of her lips. She touched her tongue to them, making them shine. "I am an avid reader of your adventures, Dr Watson. The way you set the page alight with your writing ... I get most excited and feel as though I share a small measure the danger with you."I touched my lips to her offered hand, so small and soft. I could actually FEEL her orgasm as much as my own. As I said, we were ONE creature, one enormously overjoyed and ecstatically happy creature, held spellbound by the greatest of erotic passion.How long we lay like this, I don't know, but it was the happiest time in my young life, and now that I am older, I still remember it as the very peak, the most joyous incident that I ever hope to experience. Finally Mom heaved a great sigh and just collapsed upon me. I likewise groaned and suddenly.