THE FEEL OF silk against her skin was soothing. Sarah thought about the coarse sheets in the residential hotel wher she stayed and rejoiced in her good fortune.
When she tired of the sen-sual splendor, the brunette beauty tread slowly toward the picture window; each step was a pleasure as the plush carpet caressed the pads of her feet. Compared to the hard dirt between her parents' house and the barn, this was like walking on air.
Sarah stood before the window, staring at the skyline of Manhattan. It was magni-ficent. On her right was the Empire State Building, its spire bathed in a cool white light. Farther away were the towers of the World Trade Center, looming proud like a pair of warriors. Other buildings, glamorous and rich, were filled with wealthy people doing important things. This night, some of those important people were preparing to see Sarah.
Sarah laughed, realizing these people would be thinking of her with anticipation and excitement. Five months ago, she was engaged to marry a young farmer she'd known all her life. Four months ago, she'd left him a note saying she had enough of farm life. Her parents got a similar note. She got on a train headed east and never looked back.
There are certain beautiful women who are born to be successful at being successful. Sarah discovered she was one of these special persons. Within a month, she was on the fringes of various important social groups. Men who will someday be important kept seeking her company. Her natural energy and beauty combined to make her irresistable to many. Sarah found she adored being |
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irresistable.
The more acquainted she became with the good life, the more she wanted it. Each taste served to whet her appetite further. One night, Sarah looked in the mirror and saw something written on her face. Sarah saw she wanted it all.
It didn't take her long to find a way she could do it. A fashion photographer who befriended her called early to break off a date. It seemed he'd forgotten there was an apartment wrestling |
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match scheduled that evening and "I've got to attend. People I want to meet will be there. Important contacts will be made. And I've got to admit the spectacle thrills me. I've seen maybe 20 matches, and ever since the first I've seen, the worst I've seen was good."
Sarah immediately asked to be taken along.
"A country girl like you?" her friend asked with a laugh. "This is pretty sophisticated stuff. The whole tone of the evening is not |
In an attempt to use the element of surprise early in the match, Sarah dives across
Noreen's thigh while thrusting her left hand into her opponent's chin (previous page).
The succulent blonde quickly retaliates, mercilessly bending Sarah's back (above). |
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