I had gotten bored.  I had closed down my operation effective as of December 31,
1987 and after paying everyone a nice bonus we all parted amidst tears and hugs
and on to new lives.  Gerry and Ann stayed with me. Gerry simply to be my
secretary in my new office and Ann to be with me.

I had purchased a townhouse in the East 60's in Manhattan and used a professional
suite that a doctor had previously occupied to carry on my business.  Ann and
Gerry had offices there as did I.  Ann had become quite wealthy as a result of
the interest she had in the investments we had made.  I had given her a check for
$2.3 million when we liquidated the majority of our investment partnerships.  For
my part, I knew that my net worth now exceeded $400 million.  I managed to keep
that a secret from Forbes.

In July 1988 I had travelled to Los Angeles on business by myself.  Ann was
visiting her mother, and Gerry who would have accompanied me in her stead was
feeling a little under the weather.  I stayed at the Hotel Belair which was my
favorite in West L.A. and for the first few days my schedule was pretty well
booked.  One Thursday, however, I found that I had nothing scheduled that evening
and I was flipping through the paper thinking that I might take in a movie, when
an ad caught my eye.  One of the local clubs, Carroway's, advertised Foxy Mud
Wrestling.

I decided to attend the program which it touted and arrived as the doors opened
at 8 p.m.  After being seated at a small round table around a ring lined with a
blue vinyl tarp, I ordered a drink and nursed it and its successor along until
the show  started at 9 p.m.  The show consisted of a series of staged matches
between very pretty girls who were wearing skimpy outfits.  Before each match,
the combatants did a semi-strip down to minute bikinis and then sold kisses for
dollar bills. I bought a few.  The next to the last "match" was called a
challenge match where one of the few girls in the audience volunteered to enter
the ring against one of the troupe.

The fellow sitting next to me told me that these are the most interesting because
the "amateur" sometimes really got enthusiastic and displayed more energy than
the "professionals."  I ventured the opinion that these are probably ringers, but
no, I was assured that these were bona fide amateurs.

When the challenge match time arrived, a boisterous group decided to egg one of
their female members on.  The girl in question was none too anxious to get
involved, but she did ultimately agree to participate.  Stoked on no doubt by a
few beers she was ushered to the backroom and later emerged, having been supplied
with an outfit that was pretty skimpy consisting of a pair of shorts and a white
t- shirt with a the beginning of a few tears.  As the bout got underway, i saw
that it was the experienced girl's job to exploit these few tears and enlarge
them.  No corresponding headstart was available to the poor challenger. To the
audience's pleasure, the challenger soon was struggling with efforts to preserve
her modesty (such as it was) and at the same time engage in mild combat.

The final bout of the evening was an auction where one of the men got to pick
which of the previous girls he wanted to contend with.  I was not interested in
this so I left and went back to my hotel.

A few weeks late found me back in New York and sort of rattling around looking
for things to do.  I asked Ann if whe would come with me to L.A. for a few days. 
Ann asked me what we would do while we were there and I told her that we would
figure things out and that I would  show her some of the places that I had been
to the previous month.  On this trip to L.A. we checked in to the Beverly
Wilshire hotel.  The first couple of days were not expecially busy.  Ann did a
little shopping and we went to a few meetings together.

Over lunch that Thursday I informed Ann that we were going to go to go to 
Carroway's that night.

"What type of restaurant is that?" Ann asked.

"It's not a restaurant, it's sort of a night club." I answered.

"Oh, what type of entertainment do they have?" Ann asked.

"They have a floorshow, you'll see."

"Should I dress up, is it a fancy place?"

"Actually, it is very casual.  You should wear something comfortable and sexy."

We had  an early dinner that night in our suite courtesy of room service.  About
7:15 p.m. as the food cart and table was being removed, Ann started picking
through her closet to figure out what she would wear.  She asked me whether I had
a preference and together we selected the outfit.  She wore a tight and short
black skirt that I had not seen before over sheer to the waist pantyhose.  As she
put it on, and there was nothing else underneath, I could not imagine how she was
going to be able to sit, get in and out of cars, or do anything else and maintain
any sense of modesty.  Apparently her strategy for dealing with that dillema was
one of diversion, because she chose to wear a linen top that was filled to its
limit with her breasts and which was essentially translucent bordering on
transparent depending on how the light caught it.

"Is this sexy enough?" she asked.  No answer was necessary, but I took her hand
and guided it to a part of me which had reacted in suitably unambiguous response
to her query.

We arrived at Carroway's and Ann immediately noticed the marquee touting the
evening's entertainment.  As we made our way to be seated, Ann looked around and
I saw it register on her that there were very few women in attendance.  We were
shown to a small cabaret table at "ringside" and we ordered drinks.  Ann
struggled to find a way to sit at the table without exposing herself inordinately
to the people sitting opposite us.

Ann and I watched the first two bouts. The routine was much as I had remembered
it from my previous evening at Carroway's.  I noticed however that many of the
attendees were as intent on watching Ann as they were on the show.  Ann had
difficulty keeping herself "arranged" so that she did not steal any more than was
inevitable everyone else's attention.

At the start of the third match the soon to be combatants came out to do their
almost strip to their fighting outfits and, as usual, they sold kisses for dollar
tips.  Ann held up a dollar for me and one very attractive blonde gave me a
swift, chaste kiss.  One of the people who was seated behind us, however, decided
to have a little fun and held up a dollar over Ann.  The blonde came back and
without any hesitation leaned over to give Ann the kiss that the dollar bought. 
I watched Ann as she took all of this in good stride and good spirit.

The time came for the challenge match. The m.c. introduced the girl who was to
fight the challenge match.  She had some absurd stage name like Titanic Tina, and
that she was. She was one of the few girls I ever encountered who was fully as
big as Ann, perhaps even bigger.  Her breasts were carried in a bra visible
through her purple lace dress which had a little flex to it so that as she walked
around, there was a reverberating bounce.  She drew a lot of attention as she
removed her dress and walked around the club in bra and panties selling her
kisses for dollars.  When she finished her introduction and went back to change
into her fighting outfit, the m.c. took the microphone to try and auction off the
right to meet Tina in the ring. There was a little more interest in the
opportuntiy to enter the ring than there had been the laste time that I came to
the club. About three people were bidding at $20 increments and the total reached
$160 just as the there seemed only to be one bidder left.  At that point I raised
my hand and bid $300. There was an audible hush and as the m.c. announced that I
had won, I said no, it's not me who won, it's the lady I was with.

Everybody seemed quite excited with the idea that Ann was to be the combatant. 
There were a bunch of whoops and hollers as the m.c. asked Ann to join him in the
front of the ring where the match was to be held.  As she walked to the front all
in the club saw her large, braless breasts bounce and jiggle under the sheer
material of her blouse.  Ann was then escorted to the dressing room where she was
given an outfit to wear in the fight she was going to have with Tina.  After
about ten minutes, Ann reappeared.  She was wearing a blue and white spandex
outfit that had to be at least three sizes to small.  The material molded itself
to her skin as tightly as if it were sprayed on.  Absolutely nothing was left to
the imagination.  The crowd's reaction to Ann alternated between shocked and
silent amazement and spluttering whoops and catcalls.  Ann was given a chance to
"dance" around the area for dollars and she elicited a terrific, enthusiastic
reaction.  More than one guy tried to rest his hand on Ann or draw her close
enough to him that he would have significant contact with her breasts. Tina and
Ann took their positions in the ring and waited for the bell.  Tina traded on her
experience and as soon as the signal to begin was heard she managed to pull Ann's
legs out from under her and jumped astride her back and tried to pin Ann's
shoulders to the ground. After a bit, Ann managed to arch her back and pulled
Tina off her and both girls sprang to their feet.  Once again, Tina knocked Ann
off her feet and this time Ann landed smack on her face and I saw that she had a
bloodied nose.  The referee stopped the bout and gave Ann a clean towel to
staunch the flow of blood. After a five minute hiatus, Ann declined the
opportunity to withdraw and insisted that she wanted to continue.  I could tell
that she was taking it all seriously.

There were about twenty seconds left in the first of the three rounds and once
again Tina got the advantage which she retained until the bell.  The crowd,
however, it was clear was behind Ann.

The second round lacked the excitement of the first.  Both girls seemed to be
conserving their strength as they pawed at each other for most of the round. 
Towards the end, Tina sat astride Ann's stomach and seemed to maul Ann's breasts
roughly through the material of Ann's outfit.  Between the second and third
rounds, I managed to get a few word of whisper to Ann.  My concern was that she
wasn't hurt  and she said she was o.k.

The third round was unforgettable.  Ann exploded out of her crouch when the bell
rang and bowled Tina over with a ferocious rush.  In a flash she was smothering
Tina and was pinning her shoulders to the mat.  Tina was not used to this type of
resistance and I saw her pinch Ann's left breast at the nipple.  Ann yelped in
pain and drew back from Tina.  Tina took advantage of this trick to throw Ann off
her and soon the girls were both back on their feet.  There was no hiding that
Ann was furious.  This time as the girls grappled, Tina just grabbed Ann's
leotard at the neck and tugged.  The material ripped and split right from the
neck all the way to below Ann's waist. In a flash, both of Ann's breasts flopped
free. Paying no heed, Ann jumped on Tina and once again sat astride her and used
her legs to help pin Tina.  Ann also decided that she would not be the only
fighter exposed to the crowd, and with several yanks, freed Tina's breasts from
their containment.  At that point the bell signalling the end of the fight rang. 
Both girls got to their feet and neither made any attempt to cover up.

Those in attendance gave the combatants a standing ovation.  Even the girls who
had previously fought were applauding the sincere and formidable efforts that Ann
and Tina had made.  Both girls stood drawing in great gulps of air as their chest
heaved as a result of their exertion.  The m.c. huddled with the promoter while
they figured out who would be declared the winner.

Finally, the m.c. took Ann and Tina each by the arm and  moved toward the center
of the ring.  "We have a draw!" he announced. The crowd reacted loudly to that
announcement and quickly the chant "rematch, rematch" started up.  At that point
one of the promoters of this troupe came over to confer with the two girls.  Ann
motioned for me to join them.  The promoter, Mike, introduced himself to me and I
gave him my first name.

"That was wonderful, wonderful" Mike said.  "Look girls, they're going nuts, how
about one more round?"

Tina spoke: "Mike, this girl ain't fooling around, she's really trying to beat
the tar out of me."

"I know Tina, that's what got all these guys going nuts.  I've got an idea-- why
don't we take up a collection and if it is big enough, we'll have you fight one
more round for the kitty."

Without waiting for an answer and taking everyone's silence as acquiescence, Mike
went to the center of the ring and addressed the crowd.  "Ladies and gentlemen,
let's give those girls a big hand."  He paused while there was raucous applause.

Leading the crowd on he asked :  "Do you want to see more?"  Cheers erupted.
"Well, we're going to have to try and convince these girls to fight one more
round.  I am going to ask Shelley here, you remember her from the first match, to
go around with this basket and if we can raise $1,000 from you all, we'll have a
prize for one more round of fighting--without time limit--until one of the girls
is pinned for a count of ten or one surrenders."  Ann and Tina exchanged glances,
as this was not what either had bargained for.

With that music started to play and Shelley circulated among the crowd trying to
raise the necessary stake.  Ann stood off to one side, leaning against a mirrored
wall with a towel draped over her shoulders.  Tina was about ten feet away from
Ann and had put on a t-shirt.  The crowd's reaction was pretty responsive, but
people were tossing on dollar bills, some fives and some tens, but it did not
look like they were going to reach the $1,000 target too easily.  I wondered what
would become of the prize money if the target were missed.  Mike must have sensed
the same thing because he started to prod both Tina and Ann to try and fire the
crowd up.

Tina responded by yelling insults at Ann, calling her a "weak cow" and other
barbs.  Ann was plainly irked by these things, but did her best to ignore them. 
I decided to move things along, and I dropped two quietly dropped two $100 bills
in the basket.

"All right, let's see how much money we have" Mike announced. He and Shelly
divided the bills up in to stacks by their denominations and I noticed that there
were four $100 bills in the basket.  After about five minutes while the money was
counted in everyone's plain view, Mike reported to the crowd that there were
$1440 dollars available for the winner.  At the urging of the proprietor, he said
everyone should order a round of drinks and that the deciding round would be
fought in five minutes time.

I stood by Ann and told her that all she had to do if things got too much for her
is let herself be pinned and that would be that.  Her look to me let me know that
she was not going to be taking any dives.  I urged her to be careful, and as she
sat on a stool in the corner of the ring, I massaged her neck muscles.

The m.c. once again took the microphone and asked the crowd to give both
contestants a round of applause.  He then asked Tina and Ann to shake hands
preliminary to the last round.  Ann approached the center of the ring with the
remnants of her leotard gathered at her waist; Tina still had on the t-shirt she
had put over her outfit after Ann had, in the final round, ripped it so that
Tina's top no longer served the purpose for which it had been designed.

Ann extended her hand to Tina, but Tina slapped it away.  The girls were sent
back to their corners and then the bell was rung commencing the last round.

Tina charged Ann hard and bull-like rammed her head into Ann's midsection.  Ann
had braced herself for this onslaught, but still was knocked off balance by the
force of Tina's charge.  Ann grabbed Tina around the waist and tried to jerk her
off her feet.  Tina shoved Ann away and the two girls disentangled and slowly
circled each other in the center of the ring.  The crowd noise was extreme.

All of a sudden Tina started to slap at Ann's breasts, hard.  I saw Ann wince in
pain. This distracted Ann to the point that she tried to cover-up.  At that point
Tina grabbed Ann around the head and placed her in a firm headlock.  Ann started
flailing about, her breasts heaving and slapping against each other.  After a few
minutes with Tina seeming in total control, Ann kicked out with her foot and
landed her shoe right on top of Tina's instep.  Tina shrieked in pain and
released Ann from her hold.  Ann burst out of Tina's grasp and with a fury and a
whoop swarmed all over Tina.

Tina and Ann were each holding each other's arms when Ann fell backward and
pulled Tina over on top of her.  Just as Tina was about to land on top of Ann,
Ann grabbed Tina by the shoulders and pulled her downward, even faster than Tina
had been anticipating.  The suddenness of this movement and the fact that Tina
was prepared to resist in the opposite direction, gave Ann control over Tina.

Ann sat astride Tina, with her knees digging in to Tina's shoulders.  Ann's
breasts rested on her tummy as she maintained her control over her adversary. 
Ann, perhaps remembering Tina's earlier visciousness, decided to rip apart the T-
shirt which Tina had put on at the end of the third round.  All of the girls
efforts had taken their toll and Tina seemed totally spent.  Ann sensed this and
she slammed her weight on to Tina's shoulders and started to twist and claw at
Tina's breasts in return.  Tina had lost all motivation and called out "I give
up."  At that Ann leapt to her feet and put one foot on top of Tina's ribcage in
a sign of triumph.

Mike came over and raised Ann's hand above her head.  He then handed her the
winner's prize of $1440.  Ann stood there, making no move to cover up her awesome
figure, and thanked Mike.  She then called over Tina and handed her half of her
purse.  When Tina asked why she was doing this, Ann replied that she had found
the whole match very exciting, and, if the crowd in fact liked the fight, it was
because of the efforts of both of them.

As the crowd filtered out of Carroway's, Ann went to take a shower and clean up. 
Mike came over to me full of enthusiasm for the reaction that Ann had provoked. 
"Boy, she is one hot number.  I really want to work her into some of my
productions.  What do you say?"

"Give me a number where I can reach you and I'll talk to Ann and give you a
call."

Mike responded by handing me his card which I slipped into my wallet.  Shortly
after, Ann emerged from the dressing area and she slipped her arm into mine and
we left.

Can You Top This? - August 1988

We drove back towards our hotel and headed up Wilshire Boulevard.  As we passed
the Beverly Wilshire hotel, I asked Ann if she wanted to stop off at the hotel
for a few drinks. We were both a little wired and Ann agreed that it would be a
good idea.

The cocktail lounge was not crowded at all and Ann and I sat in a booth and
ordered our drinks.  The lounge was dark and we were off in a corner.  One other
couple was seated in a booth opposite ours.  They seemed engrossed in their own
discussion.  It was not until our drinks arrived that Ann and I talked about her 
"combat" that evening.

"How's your nose?"  I asked.  "Does it still hurt?"

"No, it's fine.  I am not even sore."

"You were some sight.  I had almost forgotten how much I enjoy having other
people watching you."

"I like it too," Ann answered, "and you know that it especially pleases me that
it is a turn on for you."

I put my arm around Ann and pulled her close to me to kiss her.  As I did so, I
noticed that the couple seated across the way was looking at us.  The fact that
they were looking at us did nothing to diminish my attention to Ann.  In fact, as
 Ann leaned closer and closer in to me she pivoted in her seat somewhat so that I
realized her skirt was hiking up ever higher.  As I looked past the couple
opposite us I could make out our reflections in the mirrored wall that was on the
far side of the lounge which all in all was about fifteen feet away.  I also
realized that what I saw in the mirror was the same perspective that the couple
in the booth opposite us had.  I could tell that Ann's skirt had climbed so that
the bottom of the skirt was only barely covering her bottom and that the back of
her nylon-clad legs were in full view.  I decided to add a little spice to what
was happening and so I pulled slightly on the back of the skirt so that about the
bottom third of Ann's bottom was now uncovered.  I could tell that the couple
opposite us was paying close attention.  After about thirty seconds, I released
Ann from my grasp and we returned to our side by side, seated posture.

I whispered to Ann that our neighbors in the booth across the way had been
watching us closely.  Ann and I both then turned and looked at that couple.  The
man was in his 30's and was wearing a suit.  The girl was asian, with a slim
build and seemed to be in her mid 20's.  Their gaze caught ours and they smiled.
They turned towards each other and exchanged a few whispers and seemed to giggle.
 Then, the man, mimicking what I had done before, drew his girlfriend toward him
and they started to kiss.  Like Ann, the girl shifted in her seat so that she was
facing her boyfriend with her back to us, and, as I had, he reached down and
bunched up his girlfriend's skirt and raised it so that she was exposed to us. 
The asian girl was wearing black stockings which were supported by a black garter
belt.  Her panties had only a narrow strip of fabric running down between her
buttocks and they gleamed creamy white in the subdued lighting of the bar.  After
a few moments, the sight of the waitress approaching to freshen our drinks
prompted them to rearrange their clothing and positions. I raised my drink in a
silent toast to them and asked our waitress to bring them a round of drinks on
our tab.

After the drinks had been served, I decided to take things one more step.
Reaching over to Ann, I unbuttoned her the top several buttons on her blouse and
then, in a manner that was obvious to our "friends" across the way, reached
inside her blouse with my left hand and lifted and supported her right breast in
my hand.

After a few moments, I withdrew my hand and leaned back to look across at the
couple in the booth across the way.  The man shifted in his seat so his back was
to the mirrored wall and drew the asian girl towards him so that she was resting
her back against his.  As he nuzzled her neck, he slipped his hand under the
pullover blouse that the girl was wearing and quite conspicuously, but under the
sweater massaged and kneaded her breast. Then, knowing that Ann and I were
watching them closely, he lifted her sweater higher and higher so that as one
hand cupped and squeezed the asian girl's right breast, her left was fully
exposed.  This continued for only a few moments, when clothing was rearranged to
restore a modest sense of decorum.

The couple across the way motioned for us to join them in their booth and I told
Ann that we should join them.  Ann, however did not want to accept that
invitation:  "Bob, I'm tired, let's go back to the hotel" she pleaded.  I was not
happy with this response of Ann's and I knew that corrective measures would have
to be taken.