New York Novices

Part 1- Linda & Erica Meet

By Gark

[Told from Erica’s Perspective]

It barely seemed real, maybe even surreal, yet here I was disrobing in front of a woman I hardly knew and most likely would be sharing a bed with tonight. And even more unreal was the fact that in a few moments we’d be tangled together in a wrestling contest. To be honest, I liked the idea, but this was my first time, so it all seemed a bit fantastical. I hesitated for a moment, my mind returning to the circumstances that had brought Linda and me to our present situation…

My ex-boyfriend Jeff, who I loved dearly at the time, had a real 'thing' about women wrestling each other, preferably in sexy clothing, if any clothing whatsoever. In fact, he preferred the more feral version known as catfighting. 'Very erotic', he’d often told me. It turned him on ferociously to even talk about it, plus sex after watching a women's wrestling video was wild and unbelievable! Jeff's most fervent desire was for me to wrestle another woman in front of him, perhaps even catfight at some point. I'd been reluctant at first, but over time, he'd won me over to the idea. After all, I loved him and wanted to transform his fantasies into realities.

But it was mostly up to me to set up. Jeff got me going with a Yahoo Group of women wrestlers. The group was for women only and voice-verified, so it was up to me to find a suitable partner. I was looking for a woman with a male companion, as that was my situation. I didn't like the idea of wrestling without Jeff present and figured it would be the same for other women. There were a lot of false starts and dead ends with the women in the group, plus many of them lived so far away that meeting was impractical. Others were way too big/strong/muscular and they kind of scarred me. I was really looking for a novice like myself, someone with little or no wrestling experience and not too big or strong. So, I spent many months looking for the right woman to wrestle. Jeff was getting restless, but I wanted this thing to be right. I had no desire to get beat up.

But finally, I found Linda. She was a newbie like myself and was in a similar relationship to mine - a boyfriend as fanatical as my own about watching women wrestle. We'd compared statistics. I was 26 years old to her 28. I was 5-6 and she was 5-8. I weighed 132lb to her 126. After a good deal of emails, we finally exchanged photos, something I'd been reluctant about, though it was absolutely necessary. It felt like we were doing the online dating thing, so that was a little weird. And I was no beauty, though my body was pretty good with enough curves to keep Jeff happy. Linda and I had agreed to swap recent photos of ourselves in swimsuits so there'd no surprises when we met for real. I was relieved to see that Linda was a bit plain like myself, though a little skinny. Her face was pretty, even though she wore no makeup. I admit to being a bit envious, but then again, she didn't have much for boobs. Our hair was comparable in length almost to the shoulders, hers straw-blond and mine dark brown. We were comparable in looks, neither of us raving beauties, but still pretty attractive.

The best part of the feature comparison was that Linda, like myself, was a complete novice. Jeff hadn't wanted to teach me as he didn't know much himself, though he did buy me a book, 'Freestyle Wrestling For Dummies'. I told Linda about the book and she bought a copy, too. So, it was up to the two of us women to figure it out. Linda and I compared/shared notes by email as we read through the Dummies book.

This whole process had taken quite a while and Jeff had become 'restless'. We'd started arguing often over little things and I could tell we were heading downhill. The friendship that I was developing with Linda kept me going, though I was reluctant to share the boyfriend problem with her. If she wanted to wrestle in front of her man, I'd go along with it, even if it meant going sans Jeff. I didn't want to spoil her good thing.

Finally it came time to schedule a wrestling session. We didn't want to call it a match. We wanted a fun, non-competitive time with no pressure. We decided to wrestle in bikini swimsuits this first time out, though not too revealing. Linda's guy would have to settle for that. I still hadn't told Linda that Jeff and I had broken up. I would keep that secret until we met.

I lived in Albany, NY and Linda in Rochester, NY. We were Upstate New York girls living about a four hour drive apart. To make things simple, we decided to meet on 'neutral ground' near Utica, NY at a fancy casino there. We agreed to meet on Saturday at 12:30pm for lunch at the casino buffet, get to know each other and then decide whether to actually go through with this wrestling thing. If so, we'd get a suite room and wrestle around 4 or 5pm.

And so it was I found myself at the buffet entry area at the appointed time waiting for a young couple to appear. But what I found was a lone Linda heading my way. Her guy must be nearby, I figured.

"Hi Linda," I said enthusiastically, greeting her with a big hug. By this time, we had become very good online friends. Thankfully she looked just like the pictures she had sent me. "It's great to finally meet in person!"

"Hi Erica," she replied with a big smile, returning the hug. "I think I'd know you anywhere. You look just like your pictures, but better!"

"You're buttering me up, me thinks, so I'll let my guard down later," I teased. "By the way, where's Phillip?"

"Uh, well, uh, Phillip and I broke up a few months ago," Linda began. "I didn't want to let you guys down, so I didn't tell you. I wanted to meet you and I was still interested in trying some wrestling, so I figured I'd just show up on my own. I don't mind if you don't mind. So where's Jeff?" she asked.

I was flabbergasted. "Same thing here," I giggled. "Jeff and I split about the same time, and I held back from telling you for the same reason."

"What a hoot!" she laughed out loud. "We're here to wrestle in front of our boyfriends, but we're both without boyfriends!! Totally crazy!"

I laughed hard, too. What a weird spot we found ourselves in. My sensibilities finally kicked in. "Well obviously we don't need to wrestle, but it still might be fun," I offered.

"Yeah, my first inclination is to give it a try," Linda replied. "But let's get to know each other over lunch first and then figure it out."

"Yeah, we can rent the room later. There's plenty of time."

I followed Linda into the buffet area, sizing her up for the coming battle which I had no doubt would occur. As I had thought, Linda was a few inches taller and of a somewhat thinner build. She wore nicely cut shorts with a sleeveless blouse. I could see that she didn't have much for boobs, probably an 'A' cup, 'B' at most. Her legs were the surprise - long, slender and strong without looking muscular. I'd describe them more sinewy strong than muscular. Her long straw-blond hair was tied back in very cute dual ponytails - different, but and practical for wrestling. My dark brown shoulder-length hair was set in a single ponytail. Linda had a very graceful walk - her butt wiggled only slightly as she glided gracefully among the food islands and finally to our booth.

Like me, Linda made no secret in checking me out. I was dressed in jean shorts and a halter top, so there was no disguising my attributes. After all, we were here to wrestle and needed accurate intelligence on one another. There shouldn't have been any surprises for Linda to discover. My pictures were up to date and showed off my figure pretty accurately. I had more boobs at 36C & more butt at 35 inches, and I was a little shorter & a little heavier than Linda. She was certainly stronger in the legs. I guessed we were about equal in arm and upper body strength. So, as long as she was truly a novice, we would be fairly equally matched.

But I wasn't so sure about the mental aspect. I wasn't a very competitive person, though I liked to participate at a fun level. I didn't have that 'driven-to-win' type of personality. I was more of a submissive type, but I did like to have fun. I had no illusions about winning. We were matched physically, but my guess was that Linda had the edge mentally.

After a nice long chat, Linda and I finished up and left the buffet area. We'd decided that after all of the waiting and planning that we should definitely do some wrestling, first some practice with holds and then a simple fun-type match - nothing too serious. According to my book, this was called semi-comp wrestling.

I was psyched for battle, but it was only 2pm and check-in time wasn't until 3pm. So, we went over to the front desk and rented a one-room suite for the evening. Neither of us planned to stay the night. The original plan was to rent two rooms and separate after the match, presumably for wild, passionate sex with our very horny, wrestling-crazed boyfriends. Of course that part was now off. But I was confident Linda and I would make our own fun time.

Killing time while waiting to get into the room, we strolled through the casino and I could see a longing in Linda's eyes as we passed the poker area. "Do you play?" I asked her.

"You bet I do," she replied. "Do you?"

"I sure do!" I replied emphatically. "Let's clean out the house," I joked.

"Yeah," she replied. "And we can get some free drinks along the way, maybe lower our inhibitions for the battle to come."

She had a good point there. With a few drinks in me I might be a bit braver and more competitive for wrestling. It was worth a try.

Linda and I sat down at the same poker table side-by-side. The game was Texas Holdem. I considered myself a good player, though not in the same league as old boyfriend Jeff, but still quite respectable. I'd gotten pretty good by playing strip poker with Jeff. He won most of the time, though I did get him often. Wearing a shit-eating grin, he'd say to me, "It isn't whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game." Not surprisingly, I had my best 'luck' versus Jeff once I'd lost my bra. My boobs are definitely my best asset and I used them to repeatedly distract Jeff, stretching and jiggling whenever there was a decisive hand. Jeff's play went downhill quickly once my boobs came out to 'play'. What drove Jeff really crazy was the way held I my cards in front of my boobs, letting an occasional nipple peak out from behind. I'd managed to learn a lot about poker while having plenty of fun doing it. The strip poker and accompanying crazy sex were the things I missed most about Jeff.

Linda and I held our own at Texas Holdem in spite of the two of us getting fairly loaded - Linda on whiskey sours and whiskey diet cola for me. I was watching my weight while Linda could probably use a few pounds. I knew the whiskey was where the calories were, but I used the diet cola to justify the drinks I was consuming. Besides, I'd burn through a bunch of calories later, I told myself.

The next time I looked at my watch, it was after 5. Jeez did time ever fly when you're having fun. I nudged Linda's elbow and showed her my watch. "Holy crap," she muttered. "Time to move on to the main event," she laughed.

"Yes, I think it is," I smiled wickedly, my inhibitions suitably lowered. "I'm gonna kick your butt, you know," I told her.

"I'm gonna pin your sorry ass down and you ain't gonna get out of it," she cracked in return. Great trash talk!

We cashed in our chips. I was up $74 while Linda was up $90. "I beat you at poker," Linda joked. "It's all downhill for you now."

"Hmpf!" I grunted. "I'll get you down for sure," I told her as we entered the elevator.

Looking somewhat pensive, Linda said, "It's quite a bit later than we'd originally planned. Would you consider spending the night so we could have a nice dinner after wrestling, plus some more poker?"

I didn't relish the idea of driving home tired and hung-over, so it was an easy choice. "Sure, if you don't mind sharing the bed," I answered.

"No problem, it's a king bed after all, plenty of room for two. Do you snore?" she laughed.

"Of course not!" I replied in my best indignant tone. "I bet you do though," I laughed as we approached our room.

"Hmpf," she replied as she swiped the key card through the sensor and opened the door.

The first thing we did was have a good look around the room. The bed was huge! I'd never slept in a king bed and couldn't imagine having so much room. The bathroom was huge with two sinks, a shower and large whirlpool bathtub. There was a lot of floor space just off the end of the bed which would work well for wrestling, though I didn't much like the idea of wrestling on the floor.

"I think we should slide the mattress onto the floor for wrestling," Linda suggested. "It looks like there's enough room. I don't like the idea of falling off the bed."

It hadn't occurred to me to wrestle on the bed, but I liked the idea of the mattress on the floor. "Sure, sounds right to me," I replied.

"First things first though," Linda ordered, pulling a pint of Canadian whiskey from her purse. "All we need is some cola & ice and we're set for a good time!" she smiled.

"Yeah, I'm not ready to get sober yet," I agreed.

We went down the hall to the vending area and got some ice and a few bottles of cola - one diet for me and one with high fructose corn syrup (yech!) for Linda. Once back in the room, we made ourselves stiff drinks.

I pulled my wrestling bikini from my purse and Linda did likewise. "I don't have an overnight bag," I laughed, holding out my purse. "I thought I'd be headed home about now."

"Yeah, me too," giggled Linda. "This purse is all I've got with me."

"There's soap and shampoo in the bathroom and I saw some toothpaste and brushes in the vending machines, so it will work out okay," I told her.

Linda and I had agreed upon fairly modest bikini swimsuits. I'd probably have opted for something even more modest if I'd realized that it would be just the two of us girls. In fact, we'd agreed to pull each other's tops off during the match to give our guys a thrill. Of course, there was no need for that now. To be honest, I was a little uncomfortable with the idea of being topless in front of another guy, especially one I didn't know. But that was no problem now.

I took a big hit on my drink as did Linda. She motioned toward the bed and we started by stripping the bedspread, blanket and top sheet to get at the mattress. Thankfully it had a fitted sheet so we didn't have to worry about it coming off while fighting. Neither of us was very strong, so we struggled getting it slid over the edge of the box spring and onto the floor. It fit nicely with just enough room to prop pillows along the edge next to the box spring so we wouldn't bonk our heads.

"I'll change in the bathroom. You can change out here," Linda told me. It made sense to me, so I pulled of my halter top and dropped my shorts to the floor. I wore no bra as the halter had supplied plenty of support. I dropped my panties to the floor and slipped on my bikini top and bottom. My suit was modest, though bikini's tend to be somewhat revealing regardless. It was a pretty floral print in reds, yellow's and blue's.

Still adjusting her long ponytails, Linda trotted out of the bathroom in a bright orange, solid color bikini. It was cut similarly to my own and I felt a bit relieved. I double-checked my own ponytail scrunchy.

I pulled out the 'Freestyle Wrestling For Dummies' book from my purse and flipped to the illustrated section. "We still gonna practice some holds first?" I asked.

"Uh, I dunno," replied Linda. "Maybe we should just wrestle now and practice later, tomorrow morning maybe. I'm afraid I might lose my nerve if we take too long and get sober."

"You got a point there," I agreed, though I was doubtful, too. I had no idea what it would feel like to actually grab hold of Linda and try to get her down for a pin. But that probably wouldn't happen I reminded myself. Odds were that this would be a very one-sided match. "What do you think," I asked. "Best two out of three?"

"Things could be over kinda quick," offered Linda. "I'm not exactly the aggressive type. That's why I'm in a hurry to get started. I'm feeling a bit timid, actually. You'll probably wipe the mattress with me," she shrugged.

"Not likely from where I'm standing. I'm the submissive type, too, so I figured you'd be all over me today," I chuckled.

"Maybe neither of us will win," laughed Linda.

"Let's make it simple then," I said. We'll wrestle on and off for the next hour or so, taking off time to rest and have more drinks. Whoever gets the most pins or captures wins."

Linda and I had discussed 'captures' previously. I didn't like the idea of submission wrestling, so captures made sense to me. A capture was when one person was unable to get free and had to admit 'I give' - much less serious than a painful submission hold.

"Sounds good to me," she replied. A smile crossed her face as she considered something. "How about we wrestle for reward? We can each put some of our poker winnings in the pot and the winner takes all. How about $50?"

Now that was an inspired idea, while maybe the amount was a little excessive. Though a side bet on the outcome would really add some spice! We were both gamblers, so it was a great idea. I figured I'd probably lose, but the bet would be fun nevertheless. "Okay, you're on!"

Linda smiled deviously, "And a body massage for the winner, too. We're bound to be tired and sore, after all."

"Definitely a worthy prize! Tell me, would you be giving me the massage yourself, or would you hire it out to the folks downstairs?" I cackled.

"Ha, ha, smarty pants," she laughed. "Down on the mattress with you and let's get the show on the road. And, you'll be the one giving the massage by the way."

And with that, we got down to our knees on the mattress, facing each other from opposing sides of the large mattress. We moved awkwardly towards one another on our knees, not knowing quite what to do. Finally, we clenched hands together and started to push, pull and shove, not quite sure how to proceed. Aughh!!

After a few moments of stumbling around on our knees, grunting and bumping at each other, we'd not even fallen to the mattress yet. "We are truly pathetic," Linda said.

"Yeah," I agreed. "A couple of non-aggressive types trying to wrestle. It's a good thing the guys aren't here," I laughed as we tugged and pulled half-heartedly, getting nowhere fast.

We stepped back to reassess, both of us looking kind of glum. Then I remembered something I'd seen on a wrestling website Jeff had shown me. "Let's try sock wrestling!" I exclaimed. "You don't have to know how to wrestle to do sock wrestling. All you have to do is get both of your opponent's socks off to win!"

"Yes!" Linda exclaimed. "Let's do that!"

I got my socks from the pile of clothing nearby. They were sheer knee highs and I figured they'd be hard for Linda to remove. Linda came back from the bathroom wearing wooly, white knee highs. I figured to have a significant advantage.

"I was thinking about the rules while I was putting on my stockings," began Linda, "and I think we should continue wrestling after the socks come off. It will be good practice."

"Yeah, let's do," I said. "How about no pins or captures allowed until you get your opponent's socks off?"

"Okay," Linda giggled. "I'm gonna knock your socks off and then get you down. Ha!"

This whole thing felt like a replay of my early teens, pillow-fighting with girlfriends at a slumber party, followed by some horseplay. But that didn't slow me down. This would be fun!! "I'm gonna knock your socks off and maybe that will shut your sassy mouth!" I boasted. And with that, we lunged at each other and were soon rolling around on the mattress, completely tangled and wrapped around each other, squealing and screaming joyfully!

'What a blast!' I was thinking as I found my tummy squished between Linda's thighs. What might seem a bad situation was really an advantage of sorts. I had great access to Linda's socks! But then I felt her tugging at my own socks and quickly shifted from offense to defense before I could get anywhere with her socks. I jerked my legs around trying to keep her at bay. Then I grabbed at her hands while I swung my body around, my tummy still captured between her thighs. But at least she couldn't get my socks for the time being.

We rolled around squealing like stuck pigs, laughing hard, huffing and puffing from the strain. Now this was fun! I was really glad to be here. My big toe brushed against the top of Linda's right knee high and I had an idea. My right hand was free at the moment and I reached down and hooked the top of Linda's stocking over my big toe. I tugged and nearly pulled her sock off with my toe. Before Linda could reconnoiter, I did the same with her other stocking, only this time I could feel it come all the way off!

Linda howled out in protest, "No fair using your feet!" she squealed, trying to twist around to pull up her remaining stocking.

"How so? Everything is fair in wrestling!" I grunted, twisting around trying to remove Linda's remaining stocking. I didn't really believe everything was fair, but using one's feet to advantage had to be fair game.

Suddenly Linda switched from defense to offense when she had no luck saving her stocking from removal. I was face up underneath Linda as she straddled my waist facing my legs. I finished off her last sock while she struggled at removing my sheer stockings. I tried to dislodge her, but she managed to remove one sock before I managed to shove her aside.

I jumped up to my knees and faced Linda before she could get the last sock off. I was huffing and puffing, more tired than I could ever have imagined. Linda was grinning ear-to-ear as she rose to face me. "Pretty fun!" she laughed. "Total chaos!"

"You said it! And great exercise! I haven't been this pooped since I ran track!"

"Yeah, me too. My girlish figure thanks you," she laughed. Then she lunged at my waist, taking me down to the mattress once more. We rolled around as Linda tried to get my sock while I tried to pin or trap her.

As we rolled around, twisting and rubbing together in almost unimaginable positions, I found my mind wandering and my libido wandering as well. 'If only this were sex…' I found myself thinking as my face neared Linda's crotch. Probably just my imagination, but I think Linda may have been having similar thoughts.

I felt a tug at my stocking and nearly panicked. But Linda had had to give up position to reach my feet. She was underneath me on her back. I twisted around, losing my sock in the process, but now I was on top of Linda and I quickly straddled her waist. She tried to push me off and bopped my right boob with her hand. I howled in protest and grabbed her hands and held them down over her head. But my right boob had popped out and there was no way to put it back at the moment.

What a feeling it was to hold Linda down! Suddenly I wasn't feeling so submissive anymore. I held her down and I could see Linda was doomed although she hadn't finished struggling just yet. Inexplicably, I found myself pressing my boobs against her chest, gradually shifting them towards her face. I was aware of my breast smother maneuver, though I'd never dreamt of actually doing it. But here I was planting my boobs on Linda's face, and one of them was bare!! And she actually seemed to enjoy struggling against my onslaught!

"My injured boob demands reparations," I laughed haughtily. "Now kiss it and I'll let you up." This was like an out of body experience! Deep down somewhere I must have wanted this, though from where I couldn't imagine!

Linda didn't seem too surprised, as she nuzzled at my bare boob with her nose and mouth for a few moments, and then finally her tongue. "All better now?" she asked after some really nice 'reparations'.

"Yes, all better now," I cooed, not believing how good it felt to have my boob nuzzled by another woman! And she didn't seem to mind, either! 'What the hell just happened?' I asked myself in disbelief.

But my new found dominance took over as I asked Linda, "Do you give?"

"Yes, I give," sighed Linda. "You got me!" she grinned sheepishly.

I didn't want to get off of Linda, but reluctantly did so, finally popping my boob back inside my bikini top. I had really liked putting my boobs in her face and getting nuzzled, but sensibility took over and I rolled aside. We both sat up, worn out from our little match. It had only been maybe 6 or 7 minutes, but I was really tired and thirsty.

"You lost," I told her. "You get to refill our drinks."

Linda got up dutifully and found the bottle of whiskey and poured generous servings into each of our glasses, saying, "I don't know about you, but I'm not feeling my liquor in the least."

"Yeah, I could use a major hit," I replied, hoping it would help me cope with what might or might not be going on. I'd never been attracted to a woman before, so what was going on here?

Neither of us talked while we worked on our replenished drinks and rested. There was a definite uneasiness in the air. Finally, Linda said, "Your socks are too hard to get off. I barely had a chance against you."

"I'm not sure it mattered," I replied. "You seemed pretty 'comfortable' on bottom."

"Yeah, I know. I enjoyed being dominated. But all the same, in those times when I was on top there was a definite thrill to it. I think I probably would have liked winning, too."

"Yeah," I replied. "I kind of liked bottom, myself. It felt pretty good when you had me down." I couldn't believe what we were talking about - submissive versus dominant. What the hell was going on??

"In the interest of fairness, I think next round you should wear one of my socks and I should wear one of yours," she said.

"Seems only right," I replied. "But it isn't gonna help any. I'll still be on top with my boobs in your face!"

"Ha, no way," laughed Linda throwing two socks in my face.

I grunted indignantly as I donned two unalike stockings. I rose to my knees, and turned towards Linda, but I was too slow.

"On guard!" Linda squealed as she dove at me knocking me to the mattress on my back.

"No fair!" I shrieked.

"Ha!" Linda countered. "Everything's fair in wrestling," she laughed, throwing my own words back at me.

I had no recourse but to battle on. But Linda was like a woman possessed as we squirmed, wriggled and rolled around the mattress. There was more of a method to the madness this time as we'd both gained valuable experience from the first round. Before long, we'd each managed to scrape the wooly sock off the other using legs and feet to do it. Our upper bodies seemed locked together, but that wouldn't last much longer if we were to remove the sheer stocking from the other.

We were face-to-face with Linda on top and me beneath. Her breath was in my face as we struggled and strained. Her skin was strangely soft and firm, yet firm at the same time. Jeff had never felt like this, or any guy for that matter. Her legs were so silky smooth, yet firm and muscular - we both had freshly shaved legs. I liked the sensation, though foreign. The room had grown quite warm, the atmosphere now filled with our comingled body sweat and perfumes. I liked the subtleness of Linda's perfume, another new sensation. I wasn't sure I wanted Linda to get off of me…

Linda made the first move and spun around on top of me, sitting on my thighs and straddling them with her legs extended away from my torso. Even though I could kind of sit up, I couldn't reach her stockings. Linda easily stripped off my remaining stocking and then twisted around to get me down.

I made a half-hearted attempt to roll her off, but Linda fought with renewed energy and held me fast. Pretty soon Linda sat upright on my chest and cemented her position with a schoolgirl pin. 'So this is what it feels like to be dominated by a woman,' I realized, and I liked it!

Linda shifted herself forward and soon I was presented with a close-up view of her bikini-clad vagina! But, her bikini was slightly off-kilter so that the edge of her neatly shaved vagina was peeking out at me. I'm sure Linda was aware of her 'beaver show'. She had actually 'shaved' before wrestling, but then so had I.

"Do you give?" asked Linda.

I was mesmerized by these new sensations coursing through me! Before I could consider my response, out popped, "I'm not sure; let me think about it for a while. I like struggling."

Linda smiled and said, "Okay. I enjoy being on top. And since you're having a good time on bottom…"

"Um hmm," I said, taking in her other scent for the first time. The sensations in my head were too much! Just what was going on here?

Linda was probably thinking similar thoughts as she sat atop me. "Interesting position we've found ourselves in," she offered. "It's hard to wrap my head around what's going on. Why don't you 'give' and we can go get something to eat… talk some more… maybe play some more poker too. We can finish our match afterward."

"Sure, I give," I grunted, relieved at the temporary reprieve. Linda got up and then gave me a hand, pulling me to my feet. We hugged each other, whispering "Nice match" in each other's ear.

It was a long hug and we were reluctant to break it. Then I whispered, "This isn't over" in her ear. "We still have a wager to settle!"

"You bet it isn't over," she replied before we released each other. We dressed in silence and 'made pretty' before heading out the door. "I'm famished," I told her.

"Me too," she smiled knowingly. "I have to replenish my energy for later, though the massage will feel great…"

"Ha, we'll see who's getting and who's giving," I told her. Trash talk was such great fun!

== End of Part 1 ==