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I could feel his eyes ALL over me as I finished my round. He stammered and stuttered, as I, admittedly, exaggerated my posture to accentuate my ass, hips and tits. Now… I wasn’t running game here, but this did wind up getting me kind of a lousy score, because my form was bad. She claims TO THIS DAY that she doesn’t believe this. And, to be fair, I’ve done this kind of shit before, and I AM a professional wrestler, so it’s kind of my job too, but this time, I swear, I wasn’t running game.
Not that much, at least.
Martin agrees to play me in a match, ignoring the huge pile of tickets at my feet. I’m excited, maybe a little more than I should be letting on, but, I dunno, I’m gonna get a new sexual partner. First time since I had a one night stand that turned into a marriage.
Yeah, it’s an open marriage.
No, it’s good, I like it.
It doesn’t mean we LOVE EACH OTHER LESS.
You have, it’s the weird Canadian femmy person of indeterminate gender I’m around sometimes.
Er, no, she’s in Montreal right now. She bounces back and forth between the two cities.
Actually, no, she’s not that much nicer to me than anyone else.
I just like that sort of thing.
