Mark SteeleBiscuits For Boycat!
June 16th 2010 09:41
Really big she was. Must have been over six feet. And that was in her bare feet!
She was a neighbour or mine in the late 90's. I hadn't known her long but i soon realised how forward she was, and how interested she was in wrestling. I seem to attract those kind of people. At least I don't mind it too much, with the women.
Yes, she was a big lady, as I said. Strong, too, as you might expect. And I soon found out how strong she was!
I was doing her gardening, a bit knackering with the lawn mowing, hoing and what have you. I'd been at it about an hour when she inviting me inside for a cup of tea. She even got the digestives out and all of a sudden I felt a little revived.
"So then, Boycat," she said, "what's your normal occupation? Something which makes use of your brain, I expect!"
"Eh? Oh, yes," I stammered. "I - I'm a teacher, well, part time, you see. I haven't had much work lately."
"Oh! And what do you teach?"
"All sorts," I stuttered. "I do a lot of sports work. That's my main thing."
Her face immediately lit up and she had me in a full nelson before I was even aware of it.
"See if you can get out of this, then, Boycat!" giggled the big, strong neighbour of mine. "Bet ya can't!"
I struggled and wriggled, gurgled and grimaced, but eventually I had to submit.
"Round one to me, then," She giggled. "My name's Jenny Biggs, by the way. Drink up your tea and we'll wrestle some more."
"Have I time for a digestive?" I asked speculatively, eager to summon up all the energy I could.
"Go on then," grinned Jen. "We're going to have lots of fun in a few minutes time. Rest a bit for now - and eat your biscuit, Boycat!"
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