My name is Joe.My name is Joe. I'm a forty year old man who is attracted to fit, muscular women. I've often fantasized about wrestling and fighting with women, matching my strength against theirs. I've never done anything about my fantasies. I'm not very well off, so I can't just take off and go to some place where I could indulge myself. I'm also not particularly good looking or fit, so I don't attract very many women of any kind. Even if I did, I'm far too shy to ask some girl if she wants to wrestle. All that changed a few weeks ago. The apartment next to mine had been vacant for some time, and the building manager wasn't sure if he could ever get it rented. Then one day when I came home from work I noticed a light in the apartment next door. I called the building manager, and he told me that he'd been able to rent it out that day to a single woman. I began to wonder what she looked like. The next evening there was a knock at my door. When I answered it, there was a tall, attractive woman standing there. She looked to be about twenty-five or so, and topped my height of five-nine by at least six inches. She was wearing an oversized blue sweat suit and sneakers, and her dark hair was in a pony tail. I said, "Can I help you?" "Hi, I just moved in next door. My name's Joanne," she said. I introduced myself, and she said, "I hate to be a bother, but my phone hasn't been installed yet. May I use yours? It's a local call." "Sure," I said, "come on in. The phone's in the kitchen." Joanne came in and I showed her where the phone was. I returned to the TV and watched for a few minutes, not really thinking about what I was seeing. I was thinking about Joanne. "Thanks a lot," Joanne said as she entered the room. |