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I've chatted with Stacy via pm in this group many times, who knew that all I had to do was insult her and claim she was an overweight loser with a limp penis to provoke her into beating me up. I'll definitely need to file that away for the future...

Great stuff, H. Thank you very much, mate.
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I've chatted with Stacy via pm in this group many times, who knew that all I had to do was insult her and claim she was an overweight loser with a limp penis to provoke her into beating me up. I'll definitely need to file that away for the future...

Great stuff, H. Thank you very much, mate.
Well...she can be excitable from what I've seen...
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I've chatted with Stacy via pm in this group many times, who knew that all I had to do was insult her and claim she was an overweight loser with a limp penis to provoke her into beating me up. I'll definitely need to file that away for the future...

Great stuff, H. Thank you very much, mate.

Me too...can’t be any tougher than Savannah though.
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CHAPTER 03: The Sunday Funnies




If ever you asked me, I would always tell you that Sundays are my favourite day of the week. While I know that Saturdays are a big hit for a lot of folks, Sundays have always held a special magic for me. To me, Saturdays always wound up as a day running round and doing errands, but Sundays always started with a BIG breakfast, lots of black coffee and either a newspaper or a read through what was going on in the world via the internet.

It had been a couple of days since I had issued the challenge to Stacyann. To be honest, there was a part of me that hoped against hope that she was who she said she was, because if nothing else, it would make the week in Dallas a whole lot more entertaining if it happened to involve going for a roll with a skilled fighter like she claimed to be.

To that end, I felt that it was time again to open the floodgates to communication. I felt that the tone previous may have been too testy, so I decided on a much more conciliatory tone to keep the conversation alive.

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PRIVATE MESSAGE - Happy Sunday

Hi Stacyann, just wanted to wish you a very peaceful, restorative Sunday.

Y’know, I have November 22nd as being just a little over two and a half weeks away. I know you work hard for the bod and on your karate technique, but let’s not forget to schedule in some “Stacyann Time”, eh?

Let’s make sure that you find time to stretch out those tired, LITTLE muscles, maybe get in a soothing massage or three, get reacquainted with your tub via the odd bubble bath while listening to your — I’m sure — beloved Barry Manilow collection of adult contemporary music and place a premium on both wellness and your own personal well being.

Let’s make it a little more about the whole “Stacyann Piece” and the “Stacyann Peace”

After all, don’t want you pulling a muscle in your tender, LITTLE tushy ahead of the 22nd before I get a chance to spank it a little

Happy Sunday, Stacyann!



Have fun.....HDG
Honestly, I wondered what had kept me from a career in diplomacy given my gift at building bridges. I felt that I had truly struck all the important chords of peaceful harmony. In all honesty, before my very eyes I was basically transforming into the Stevie Wonder of goodwill to all mankind.

It didn’t seem like the sentiment was universally accepted.


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PRIVATE MESSAGE - Re: Happy Sunday

U do realize picking on me like that could get you hurt. No one picks on me that way.


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Oh princess…I’m trying to be friends. I’m really looking forward to our tète-á-tète that we are going to have in Dallas. Please tell me that you are still coming.

Speaking of cumming, is it only your little friend Nancy that gets to beat you by K.Orgasm?
There I was making the world a beautiful place again…


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U must like playing with venomous snakes. Because that’s how dangerous it is to tease me.

I would kill you if we stepped on a mat together. No, I am not bothering to ruin my life on a smug lowlife like you.
I had to give it to her, she was nothing if not combative. I tried to soothe the savage beast.


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But aren’t you a venomous snake who is kind of prone to belly rubs?

I mean that’s up there in the “aren’t you adorable” space...

The reply came in quick succession. I sensed that we were struggling to TRULY communicate.


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You had better be careful little man. There is a BIG difference between a fantasy wrestling match made up in your head and a real life one-on-one match. The latter involves much pain and humiliation.

I have given you a reprieve, use it wisely. Challenge me again and I may very well wind up owning your butt. That is, if you’re man enough.

I thought that was the whole point. Maybe I needed to reiterate my original offer.


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But Stacyann, that’s what I’m hoping for. I thought the whole idea was that we were going to get together and go “mano a womano” in Dallas to settle our differences.

It’s me, Stacyann — let’s be friends and then get together so we can kick each other's asses.

That’s why I offered to cover your travel expenses. Let’s heal the world.

I felt like this should be the part where we found our way to a better tomorrow. Maybe there was still more work to do.


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U are infuriating and childish! You are tempting a dark fate with me my friend. As the title of my one note said, be “Careful”.

If you wish to continue down this path, SAY THE WORDS, right here and right now, but don’t you dare cry about it when I leave you broken and battered.

I am a fourth degree black belt. I’m not used to this kind of disrespect.

I’ll say it again, tread lightly. There will be no going back after this point.

I thought that went well and it seemed like Stacyann was finally coming around. It was time for the olive branch.


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Stacyann, I am so thrilled that you are finally starting to TRULY embrace my idea.

Tell you what, why don’t we get together on the 21st for dinner? I can book us a table so we can chat about ground rules or whatever and then we’ll be all squared away so that on the 22nd we can just have at it — what do you say?

Please say yes — I think we can have a lot of fun with this.

Thanks…HDG

The reply was instant.


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Herman, you must be suicidal. Say the words and I’ll give you my answer

Regards, Stacyann

She was really persistent.


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Stacyann — fine, we’ll do it the official way…

Stacyann, I hereby challenge you to one-on-one combat in my suite at the Dallas Ritz Carlton on November 22.

If you can make dinner on November 21, I will make us a reservation under my name at Perry’s Steakhouse on McKinney Avenue for 8:00pm, it would be great too.

Let me know if this works for you, or if I need to get this e-mail signed off by a notary republic.

Oh and if you are who you say you are, I’ll pick up all your travel expenses.

Let me know….HDG


PS: Does our little set to also need to be at High Noon or something to make you happy?

Finally…

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Herman, done. We’ll settle it on the 22nd. I’ll keep my receipts.

Have your steak rare, because your goose is cooked.

Stacyann


PS: High Noon is fine if you want to have your ass kicked before lunch


So we WERE all set…


To be continued…

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Heal the world and peace to all mankind, except Herman. HDG is getting BROKEN.

You lucky bastard.
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Heal the world and peace to all mankind, except Herman. HDG is getting BROKEN.

You lucky bastard.
Oh ye of little faith. I’m still not sure that we aren’t dealing with a guy named Bubba from Albuquerque...
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Ok big boy. Let’s see you write about that. And you had better get it right.
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I'll try my very best...
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CHAPTER 04: Dinner in Dallas


There are a few places in the world that just reek of money. I can say without a doubt that Dallas, Texas is one of those places. Driving through downtown — as always — I was impressed with how manicured the city was — everything gleamed and just looked bigger, better and more impressive — a world class city, deep in the heart of Texas. I had come a long way and was excited to get the week started, but first, I needed to stop and check in at the Ritz Carlton.

Usually when in the Dallas area, I tend to book a hotel in Fort Worth, just because it’s a slightly smaller centre that is a little less hectic and has a lovely downtown that is made for walking around. When there, I usually stop by the Kennedy memorial on Main Street. I’m not sure why I always did that, it had just become a bit of a habit over the years. With all the recent focus on JFK once again — I had just watched a Fifth Estate on CBC about the "riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma" of JFK's assassination not more than a week or so ago — I had to admit, I felt particularly drawn to the memorial this time around. As I drove, I wondered if I should block out a little time while in Texas to keep up with tradition. I supposed that if it wasn’t possible, certainly ol’ JFK would forgive me, but I promised myself that if time allowed that I would make every effort to get over for another visit.

While most luxury hotels are impressive right from the get go, the Dallas Ritz Carlton is generally just another level. Because I knew that Stacyann and I would need a little extra space to accommodate the “Brawl to End it All”, I decided on booking one of the Ritz Privacy Wings that offered a large living room along with a number of bedrooms. It was a bit of an outlay, but my thinking was that I wanted this to be an event to remember and maybe even the opulence of the Ritz might offer a bit of a home field advantage or at least get Stacyann working off her heels a little bit.

The other benefit was that the privacy wings were SO BIG that it would be possible to make a little more noise and not have to worry about hotel staff being at our door every five minutes due to neighbour complaints. Even though I still had very little confidence that “Stacyann” was even going to show, I wanted to make sure that I dotted all my I’s and crossed all my T’s just in case my little battle with some T&A materialized.



The suite was everything that you would expect it to be. With a panoramic view of the entire downtown of Dallas you felt like you were king of the world. In the living room area, the large windows meant that our battle would be well lit and finally — added bonus — the unit that I’d been given for this go around had a large ceiling to floor mirror against the one wall, something that I was sure might be useful in helping to exploit what I had read-in as being Stacyann’s queen-sized ego. I took time to move the living room furniture off the carpeted area so that I could spend some time getting accustomed to my “ring” when at the hotel. If everything went as planned, the stadium was going to be epic.

Checking the time, I figured that I had enough time to shower and freshen up before dinner. Since you never get a second chance to make a first impression, I thought that I should likely make everything about our planned dinner worth Stacyann’s while. I laid out my Black Armani suit on my bed along with my Ferragamo tie that would be framed by a crisp white shirt. The Oxford shoes (actually a pair of brogued Oxfords — suck it Kingsmen…) and my Rolex waited by the nightstand.

Following a shower and a fresh shave, I was ready to eat like a king.



Perry’s Steakhouse is basically a five minute walk from the Ritz. Seeing that the late November weather was accommodating, I chose to make the trek on foot. I figured that it would also help me burn off a little bit of the meal afterwards to have to walk back — the big ass pork chop at Perry’s was beckoning me.

Arriving at the restaurant, Stacyann had not yet made her appearance — fashionably late I hopefully presumed in lieu of considering the probability of her likely being a case of “Dude Looks Like a Lady” — so I opted to wait at the bar rather than using up a table for the time being. The bar at Perry’s is a an island floating in an ocean of dark leather, wood grains and opulent atmosphere that enhanced every aspect to the event of dining. Even though the space is large, every part of the restaurant oozes a lustrous intimacy. Wherever you sit, it almost feels like it is just you and your company for the night.

At the bar, my drink for the night was a Hendricks with tonic — served with a cucumber — along with a helping of small talk provided by the lovely bartender, a blonde, long-stemmed, Texas Rose named “Ava with an A”. As a Canadian I appreciated the hospitality, given that we generally liked everything with an “eh”, eh?



At twenty minutes past 8:00, I was on to a second Hendricks and made the executive decision to grab a table. “Ava with an A” escorted me to my table and looking at her long legged form, I half wished that she might be game to accompany me back to my hotel for either a little rub and tickle or some crazed monkey love — whatever really. Remembering Mick from Rocky, I wondered if getting busy like that really was “bad for the legs”, but considered my options as possibly being worthy of a research project.



By 8:30, Stacyann was nowhere in sight, I was losing hope and adjusted possibility that “she” was likely some hairy dude named Bubba sitting in a trailer park in Albuquerque from “maybe” to “highly probable”.

“Fuck it”, I figured, “Might as well eat.” A third (?) Hendricks helped dull the pain of rejection.



If you’ve never had the pork chop at Perry’s, it’s an epic hunk o’ hog served with mashed potatoes and a wedge of lime. Prepare to leave with a doggie bag, because if you make it through that bad boy in one sitting, then you’ve got a problem and/or a hollow leg. With my estimate of being five Hendrick’s in, I was convinced that I was flying solo and the Bubba Meter shifted to “Stacyann is DEFINITELY a Dude”. I had won the dinner round with the score being a decisive 1-0 victory by way of default.

I thought only a tie was like kissing you sister. Default wins most definitely sucked and I began to set my focus on the game between the Bolts and the Boys. At least that part of the trip was sure not to disappoint. Fuck you and your trailer park, Bubba.



Opting for a another Hendrick’s while I waited for my cheque, as I was cursing my eternal, misplaced optimism and Bubba “The Karate Hottie” Berkowitz of Albuquerque, New Mexico, I considered cutting myself off from the virtual world along with all of its charlatans, frauds, phoneys and trolls. Then — as I considered free online porn and the benefits of “Netflix and chill” — decided that I maybe needed to give the World Wide Web another chance. I really was magnanimous. I also had the sneaking suspicion that I was also quite drunk. As I observed that my latest Hendrick’s seemed to have drained away of its own volition and was checking the bottom of my glass to make sure that there wasn’t a hole in it, the cheque arrived at the table.

“Your bill sir”, came the waitress’ voice with a brisk chill. I was trying to mentally account for how many drinks I’d consumed, so at first I did not look up because — in that current state — that task required obsessive focus. However, the waitress really smelled great — I guessed Chanel — therefore it seemed to dictate that I investigate further.

“Thank you”, I replied, “Is that Chanel that you are wearing?”

She was a mature beauty — likely either late 30’s or early 40’s — but very stunning. Long black hair framed a tanned a face that was classically structured with high arching eyebrows and model calibre cheekbones. Her eyes were a deep cocoa brown with flecks of golden caramel that looked impossibly large and bottomless — fall into those and you would never hit bottom. While she wore a no nonsense expression, there was a quality to her face that suggested that she was prone to laughter. I wondered if she had any plans for after work.

“Why yes it is, Herman” she began as she pulled up the chair opposite me, “You obviously know your fragrances. Is this one that you tend to wear?”



The black dress looked like it had been painted on and was cropped to expose her a midsection that was unquestionably sexy and featured well grooved abdominals. Her body was rock solid and notably athletic. Finishing her look were black heels that looked to be Louboutin.

“I wear Chanel”, I replied, “But not the women’s stuff. Thanks for joining me, but isn’t this customer service approach a wee bit familiar?”

A bare, well-pedicured foot appeared in my groin area.

“Does physical contact bother you, Herman?”, she asked, “Do you prefer to keep things a little more impersonal?”

The foot began stroking my man bits.

“That’s really distracting”, I noted, “But that’s not to say it’s a bad thing. I’d say that physical contact is actually something that I encourage. Could I maybe encourage you to partake in some physical contact — maybe this evening in my hotel room, for example?”

She tossed her head back and laughed. The stroking of my crotch was already provoking a warm response, the laugh had galvanized that into full boner mode.

“Oh Herman, you are so funny”, she said, “But I can’t join you in your hotel room tonight...”

“That’s a shame”, I interjected with a side of added dejection, maybe the puppy dog approach could still win the day.

“...because we are scheduled to get together tomorrow, remember?”

The foot punctuated her statement by squishing my balls like grapes. Good God — was it really her? The Bubba Meter exploded while performing a hard reset to "Shit -- She's Really a Girl".

“Stacyann?”, I questioned.

Her eyes narrowed and her face darkened. She leaned in for emphasis.

“Bingo, Herman”, she intimated with quiet intensity, her eyes burning holes right through me, “I just came to give you one final chance to back away with your dignity intact. If you want to turn and run, NOW is your chance. I promise you, if you step on a mat with me tomorrow, I will break you.”

The foot trying to crush my balls was already a bit of an issue if I’m being totally honest.

“What about if we stepped in child’s pool filled with baby oil?”, I joked, probably at a time when Stacyann may not have been fully committed to levity, “It could make for a fun filled experience and get us around all these troubling technicalities.”

The foot mini-stomped me in the balls, promoting a bit of a pained groan.

“You’re making jokes?”, she asked incredulously while backing away from the table briefly to cock her eyebrow, then leaning back in to be sure that I could hear her, “I am a fourth degree black belt. I am trained to crush little boys like you and I actually LOVE doing just that. Are you high? Are you crazy? Do you have a death wish? I am giving you one chance. What is your answer?”

I think it may have been seven Hendrick’s. Maybe it was six. Could it have been eight? In any event, they were all talking.

“I think this is what we agreed to”, I began, “High Noon tomorrow, Marshal Dillon — unless you want to swing by tonight so we can try matching his and her orgasms ahead of wits versus tits tomorrow?”

A heavier mini stomp was a real buzz kill. Given that I was half snapped on Hendrick’s, I wondered how much my nuts would be hurting if I was sober. Chicks and balls, man. Chicks and balls…

“Enjoy tonight, Herman, it’s yours”, Stacyann growled, “Tomorrow, your ass is mine.”

With that, Stacyann rose from her chair, pausing to put her shoe back on. “Sleep well tonight, Herman. After tomorrow, I will haunt your dreams. I'd love to stay, but unfortunately I have to go ‘wank myself off into a sock’ right now.”

She walked away briskly. That was a REALLY great dress. God, what an ass.

I checked the bill — look at that, it was actually nine Hendrick’s — hopefully it was the new Gatorade, otherwise the little grapple fest tomorrow with Miss Congeniality could prove to be a bit more problematic



No matter what, it was definitely shaping up to be interesting week…



To Be Continued…

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Thanks for making me want to meet Stacyann more than I already did, mate. Really looking forward to reading your account of what happened at High Noon. Thank you very much.
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