The Tank and Mrs. Wilcox
By Beaten Man   replies to humbled@abeatenman.com 
Requiem for a Heavyweight ... Wrestler


Note: Special Thanks to Tony for the story idea

Chapter 1 - There Once Was a Tank

Tank Wilcox still had it.. Or at least Tank thought he still did. It might
have been 8 years since he last held a Wrestling Belt, 12 since a major one,
but as far as Tank was concerned it was just a question of time until he held
one again.

After all, he still had it. .

Sure Tank was approaching 45, old for a pro wrestler, but he had kept himself
in tip top condition. If it hadn't been for the back injury last year and that
knee blow out the year before he would be holding a title right now. There was
no doubt in Tanks mind either that if he hadn't broken his arm four years ago
he would have had a world title shot then.

These new promoters just didn't know what they were talking about. His 260
pound six foot three inch body was still a power house. Sure his chest had
slipped a trifle and he didn't look quite as dashing in his tights as he used
to, but he was still a three time former holder of the NWA Heavyweight
Wrestling Belt.

He was still a draw even if his mane of long brown hair had receded all the
way to the back of his head.

He was sure fans still remembered him.. His battles with Dusty Rhodes in the
late seventies and early eighties were legendary. Good guy Dusty and Bad Guy
Tank had swapped the title back and forth in a series of thrilling matches
over a four year period.

Age wasn't as important when you were cast in the bad guy role. No one
expected the villain to be acrobatic or do back flips off the top rope. That
was for the good guys in the gold tights. What you did when you were the bad
guy was look hulking and menacing. Tank could still do a damn good job hulking
and his menacing was second to none.

He just couldn't understand why the only matches he had been getting over the
last few years were penny ante preliminaries. Didn't these young promoters
have any respect for tradition? The kind of bouts he'd been getting were an
insult.

Well screw them. Tank was going to have his shot. He had plenty of money, more
than enough to promote his own card. He was going to challenge the current
Heavyweight Champion to a match that he would promote with his own money.
After he won his belt back they'd be begging to promote his matches

There was, of course, one major snag to promoting his own match. All of his
assets were in joint accounts with his wife of over twenty years. Gert Wilcox
was a wonderful and supportive wife, always had been, but lately she had
become stubborn and critical of his career. She wouldn't okay the transfer of
any money to his business account so that he could post the necessary
guarantees. All of a sudden she was worried about him getting hurt.

It hurt not to have Gert's support. Despite his bad guy professional image
Tank Wilcox was basically a very nice person. He loved his wife dearly and she
had always shown him the same love. They were meant for each other. He was a
large man with a big heart and she was a large woman with an equally big
heart. They fit together like bread and butter..

What a women Gert was too. You or I might have thought her a trifle oversized
but to Tank, she was the woman of his dreams. Big and comfortable. Tank had
always thought she looked liked the Teutonic Valkyrie in that old Bugs
Bunny/Elmer Fudd cartoon. The one set to Wagner's march of the Valkyries as an
Operatic spoof. Every time she walked into the room he heard the music in his
head and Elmer Fudd singing Wascally Waaaabbit, Wascally Waaabbit.

All she would have needed was the horned headpiece to go over her long blonde
braided pigtails to look exactly like her.

She was six feet tall and weighed a sturdy two hundred and twenty pounds. She
was a man sized woman just meant for a big man like Tank. She was 42 DD X 33 X
42 where it counted and Tank was crazy about every inch of every curve. She
was a farm raised girl, simple and strong as an ox. She was the woman of
Tank's dreams and he was the man of hers.

Gert was 20 when he'd married her 23 years ago, and to him, she hadn't changed
a bit. She was stout, muscular, and well padded then and she was stout,
muscular, and well padded now. She was a lady in public and a wild woman
between the sheets. What more could a man ask for?

Well for one thing he could ask for a little faith, a little confidence in
him. When he'd approached her with the idea of challenging the Champ, instead
of the support he expected he'd gotten a ration of doubt.

"You're not 30 years old anymore Tank" she'd said. "Your not as strong as you
once were and your skills have eroded, The Undertaker could seriously injure
you. I'm sorry, but I'm just not going to allow it dear"

What hurt the most was, she of all people should have known better. She was
the one who had practiced with him for over twenty years. If anybody should
know that The Tank still had it, it should be Gert. Every move and every hold
he had he'd applied to her lush body, she'd felt his power in the traditional
tests of strength. She'd been his mock opponent as he practiced for every
match over the years.

Not as strong? Not as skillful? What was wrong with the woman?

In fact she was due in the room any minute to help him get ready for a small
match he had next week with some young punk in Cleveland.

Normally he loved practicing with Gert. It was their foreplay. He'd wear his
tights and she'd wear hers and they'd mix it up for a half hour or so and then
it was right upstairs to the bedroom. Even after 23 years the sight of her
full DD's with the huge nipples shaking wildly as they grappled, made him as
horny as a young bull. And she loved the contact too. She was lustier than a
cat in heat after a few minutes of rolling around. But today sadly, it would
be different. Gert wasn't going to have much fun today.

Today Tank was going to show Gert that he still had it

Chapter 2 - He Had a Wife

Gert Wilcox was a large woman with a large problem, and a large lump in her
heart to go along with it. The man she so loved was being a stubborn fool. A
stubborn OLD fool she might add. It broke her heart to see the Tank deluding
himself that he was going to be "The Champ" again. His headliner days were
long behind him. She'd known he'd been kidding himself for years. Who'd know
better than her. She was not only his wife, she was his practice partner.

It hadn't been so bad when he'd first slipped out of the limelight and began
wrestling the lesser lights around the country. He'd been better than them and
at least wasn't getting hurt and was collecting the winners purse in those
matches. It almost seemed possible that maybe he would get another shot.

But these last five years it had been growing steadily worse. He wouldn't
admit it but now he was nothing more than the designated villain that the
young up and comers got to fatten up on. The promoters would play down his age
and try to pass the paunch off as muscle by having him wear those ridiculous
Tank commander fatigues. Then they'd play up all the belts he'd once held
without mentioning when it was he'd worn those belts. They paid him chump
change for doing it too.

It wasn't that Tank was in bad shape, anything but, he was still a strong
muscle bound ape. He would tear the average 45 year old man in half like he
used to do a phone book. But there is good shape and then there's professional
wrestling good shape. "The Total Package' or The Rock' , 'The Tank' simply
wasn't.

And he certainly didn't need the money. He'd earned big in the late seventies
and eighties and on into the nineties. She'd invested well and neither Tank
nor her would ever need for anything. There was absolutely no reason for the
big lug to continue wrestling other than false pride and falser hope.

The injuries were another thing. More and more he was getting hurt and the
last few had been pretty serious. It was only a question of time before one of
these young Hercules permanently injured him.

And now, to top it all off Mr. Godzilla wanted to wrestle the biggest,
strongest, meanest wrestler on the planet. And pay for the privilege. It had
almost killed Gert refusing her beloved Tank his own money, but there was no
way she was going to let him wrestle the Champ. No way she was going to let
her man get brutally stomped.

Tank just didn't have it anymore. And he needed to learn that before he was
badly hurt.

Even without the losses and the injuries she knew Tank was slipping. She could
feel it in his grip and in his holds when they practiced. Or as she liked to
call it "rehearsed". Tank was a lot of man but he wasn't as much man as he
once was.

But then again, who is? She loved him. He was kind and generous and good
hearted. He fit her like a glove. A big strong man for a big strong woman. And
he sure hadn't slipped in the bedroom. He was still the champ there.

She loved him way too much to see him get hurt. To see him made a fool of..

And that's why her heart was so heavy today as she slipped on her tights and
took everything else off. She was getting ready for practice, something she
was usually eager as hell for. The sex was always so fine when they were done.

But there probably wouldn't be much sex today. She doubted Tank would get as
aroused as usual. She knew she wouldn't. No, today there was a large lump in
Mrs. Tank Wilcox's heart. But she was doing it for the big apes own good.

Today Gert was going to show Tank that he just didn't have it anymore.

Chapter 3 - They Both Schemed

"Well there's my sweet dumpling, I was getting worried about you" Tank
remarked as Gert swept into their large, padded, basement practice room. "I
was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me down here".

"How could I ever forget about a big strong hunk like you"? Gert answered good
naturedly as she took off her robe and began warming up. "I see you've already
worked up a sweat. You'll have to give me a few minutes to loosen up"

With that she started working her arms back and forth and doing a few squats
as she worked the arms.

"I think we need to take this guy in Cleveland seriously" Tank said as he
watched Gert's glorious globes bouncing up and down with each squat. In spite
of himself he already felt a familiar "pressure" beginning to build in his
tights. "I was hoping we could make practice a little bit more realistic so
I'll be prepared for whatever he throws at me"

"It's so funny you mentioned that". Gert answered as she shifted exercises. "I
was just thinking almost the same thing while I was upstairs getting ready. I
was thinking we should treat practice like a real match instead of setting
everything up in advance. That way you'll be ready for this young tiger". Gert
more or less grunted the words as she alternated touching her right instep
with her left hand and then her left instep with her right hand.

Tank was absolutely mesmerized by the way her tits hung forward each time she
leaned over. It was one of his favorite exercises....when Gert did it.

"Well all righty then", Tank began as he forced himself to stop drooling over
his wife's body, "since were both on the same page here we'll dispense with
the Set Ups. I'll just apply the holds I intend to use and you do your best to
escape, and if you can, apply a counter hold. We'll wrestle for real. Now
don't be shy about tapping out if it gets too rough for you, I don't want to
be hurting my sweet Amazon".

Tank smiled as he spoke but on the inside he felt like crying. He hated the
idea of taking advantage of Gert this way but he had no choice. The woman
simply had to be reminded that he was Tank Wilcox, the worlds best heavyweight
wrestler. Once he reasserted himself he was sure Gert would see the error of
her ways and sign off on his planned Championship bout. He could already see
the headlines in his mind, 'The Tank' rolls over 'The Undertaker' in straight
falls and reclaims the title.

His day dreaming was interrupted by Gert.

"Oh don't you worry about me you big lug, you just do what you need to do to
get ready. I'll try not to let you hurt me. As a matter of fact, what we
should do is make our practice a two out of three fall match just like a belt
bout. That way you can work on your stamina and you can get a chance to try
everything you'll need to win back your title".

Gert's smile was even broader than Tank's as she spoke but her heart was even
heavier than his. She was going to humiliate her beloved Tank and it just made
her sick. But he had to be made to see that his hopes of a Belt were nothing
more than mirages. He had to be shocked to the point that he'd quit wrestling
and move on with his life. This was for his own good.

Tank's big smile broadened with his wife's suggestion. It gave him an idea.
"Great idea" he started, "we can even have a purse to make it more realistic".

Now Gert was the one with an idea. "Sounds good to me dearest, what do you
think it should be"?

Tank tried to keep his expression non committal as he responded. "Why don't we
let the money for the promotion be the stakes. When ... excuse me I mean if
... you give up I get your okay to post the guarantees".

"That's a wonderful idea" Gert responded. "But to make it even more realistic,
just so I'll be motivated too, there should be something in it for me. How
about if I win we take that around the world cruise you've always promised
we'd take when you quit wrestling. Of course that would probably be it for
your career so I'll understand if you say no",

All Tank could think about was getting his Title shot, he barely heard the
rest. If she won? The woman must be getting a bit soft in the head he thought.
He'd give her that world cruise in a few years when he was truly done
wrestling.

"That's the spirit sugar plum" he said. "It's all set then. Are you ready to
start"?

"I'm aching to get shaking Honey Bear" Gert answered as she wiped her hands
and set herself in a wide stance in the center of the wrestling pad. "But I
think you'd better adjust your tights before we get started, I don't want you
poking me".

Tank grinned sheepishly as he set his own stance facing Gert and readjusted
his 'equipment'.

"I guess The Tank better pull in the gun turret, After all, I wouldn't want to
fire by accident". he added.

They both chuckled at that one.

Chapter 4 - Resulting in Conflict

To add to the sense of realism, before they hooked up Gert played the
announcer for their little "practice" match..

"Lady and Gentleman," she began, "This Afternoon's featured match is two out
of three falls for The Wilcox Home Heavyweight Wrestling Championship. The
Defending Champion at 6' 3" and 260 pounds, wearing the black tights with the
noticeable bulge, he is the three time NWA undisputed heavyweight champion,
the great Tank Wilcox"

In keeping with his villains image Tank flexed his mighty 19" arms and roared
"The Tank flattens all challengers".

"The Challenger", she continued, "at an even 6' and weighing a curvaceous 220
pounds, wearing the white tights and nothing else. The Valkyrie Warrior Queen,
Gert Wilcox".

Gert flexed her own impressive 17" biceps and posed with her glorious DD chest
thrust proudly forward.. Tank stared at her protruding nipples and licked at
the corner of his mouth.

She said "DING" and the match was underway.

The two reached for each other and hooked up collar and elbow. Tank began
driving forward. Gert backed up a step and then dropped to her ample behind
placing her foot in Tank's stomach as she rolled to her back. Using his
forward motion she lifted him on her foot and tossed him over her. The
surprised Tank landed on the mat flat on his back with his head just inches
from Gert's head.

The room shook as his 260 pounds splatted on the canvas.

Gert quickly scrambled to her feet and dropped back down, driving her elbow
into Tank's solar plexus. Tank "oomphed" and sat straight up. Gert scrambled
around behind the now seated Tank and wrapped her left arm around his neck as
she knelt by his back. When his throat was secured in the crook of her elbow
she brought her right arm to her left hand laying the fingers of her left hand
into the crook of her right elbow. She then slid her right forearm behind
Tanks neck locking in the hold. Tanks neck was trapped between her left arm in
front and her right arm in the back.

With her hold secured Gert began pushing her right arm forward, increasing the
pressure on Tanks throat. The red faced Tank grabbed futilely at her left
elbow trying to pry it away from his throat while he made gurgling noises and
kicked his legs. Gert held him securely as he struggled.

The hold was neither a submission hold nor, strictly speaking, a choke hold.
It was applied simply to restrict the flow of oxygen and force Tank to expend
energy while she used very little. After about five minutes, when she felt his
struggling slack off, she knew she had gotten all she could out of the hold.

Gert hurriedly released him and stood behind him. She cupped her hands beneath
his chin and pushed her left knee forward into the middle of his broad back.
Then she pulled back and up on his chin. Tank's back arched painfully as his
head was pulled back and his back was pushed forward.

"Aargh" Tank cried out as he pulled at her hands beneath his chin. He drew in
his legs and began trying to push himself up off the floor. This simply
increased the pressure on his back and after rising six inches he sat back
down with another "aargh"

"Give up honey bear"?, Gert asked sweetly as she pulled a little harder on his
chin.

"Nrff icsxflux zweicht. Mmpft aargh". was the tortured reply she got from
Tank's constricted voice box. He was kicking his legs wildly and clawing at
her hands.

Not being sure what Tank meant by "Nrff icsxflux zweicht. Mmpft aargh"' and
also not wanting to cause lasting damage to his back Gert decided to abandon
the hold and move on to a new one.

Releasing his chin, she slipped her arms beneath his shoulders and clasped her
fingers behind his neck putting him in a full nelson. She then sat and wrapped
her powerful legs around the hapless Tank's waist and began squeezing on both
ends.

The buxom Valkyrie with the braided blonde pig tails now had her mammoth
husband trapped in two pressure holds. The full nelson pressed down on his
neck while her tree trunk thighs squeezed around his no longer rock hard
middle. Tank wasn't going anyplace, and he wasn't going there in a good deal
of pain.

To add insult to injury her nipples were pressed into his back giving the
always horny Tank Wilcox a towering erection to go along with his sore neck
and tortured stomach.

For his part Tank was a confused grappler. They had been wrestling for ten
minutes and his sweet wife was, to put it politely, kicking the living shit
out of him. He had been caught in one hold or another since Gert's opening
DING and had so far not even laid a hand on her much less applied a hold. The
three time ex heavyweight champion was being easily handled by a woman who
looked like Gruenhilda in a Bugs Bunny cartoon. He was sweaty, sore and tired
and hadn't the slightest notion of how to break her double hold.

Seeing the hopelessness of his current position and not wanting to expend any
more precious energy Tank made a wise decision. He almost choked on the words
but it was the smart thing to do with two more falls to go.

"I give", he said in a voice so small it was practically inaudible, "Let me
go"

Gert released him and stood. She began doing the obligatory wrestler's strut
in a circle around her downed opponent as she kissed first her right bicep and
then her left. Tank sat on the floor and rubbed his neck and his aching back,
gulping air as he did so.

"Five minutes to the next fall" Gert reminded him.

Chapter 5- And Even More Conflict

During the brief rest Tank formulated a strategy for the next fall. Being down
by one fall in a 2 out of 3 fall match he was at a decided disadvantage. The
first thing Tank did was convince himself that the only reason he had been
"woman handled' by his wife in the first fall was because he had started out
too gently. He hadn't been aggressive and therefore she was able to use the
holds that he had taught her over the years to keep him on his ass.

The fact that he should have been skillful enough to break those holds never
even crossed his mind.

He decided he would go right after her with his rough house techniques and put
her on the defensive. Once he got his nineteen inch pythons around her that
would be all she wrote. Gert probably wouldn't even want to continue after
this next fall, that's how rough he'd be

I'll make it up to her in the Bedroom Tank thought as he and Gert squared off
for the fall.

As soon as Gert said "DING" to start the 2nd fall Tank put up his left hand as
though challenging her to a test of strength. But when she grasped his hand
with her right hand Tank grabbed her wrist with his other hand so that he was
holding her hand in both of his. He leaned back so as to extend her arm and
then began pulling her to his left. He pulled her around in a circle and then
released her.

Gert's momentum carried her forwards until she slammed face first into the
padded wall.

Tank ran at her and as she bounced back off the wall he caught her under the
armpits and put her in his full nelson. He pulled her as high as possible so
that she was on her toes in his hold. Satisfied that it was clamped securely
he began applying the pressure and pushing down on her neck. "Give up baby
doll, the Tanks got you now" he said. "Make it easy on yourself"

"What kind of practice partner would I be if I didn't at least try and break
the hold" she answered. Do you think the Undertaker is going to say I give as
soon as you clamp on a hold'?

"You do what you think is right sugar babe, but I'm telling you it's a waste
of time. No one breaks The Tank's full nelson" With that Tank pushed a little
harder on Gert's neck.

"Aiyee" Gert screamed as she raised her arms and pushed her elbows forward.

"Aiyee" she yelled again as her elbows met in front and Tanks fingers were
pulled apart.

"Aiyee she yelled one more time as she stepped forward out of the hold and
then dove backward twisting her body as she did..

"Oomph" grunted Tank as Gert's 42 DD's slammed into his chest in a cross body
block. "Urf" was his next comment as he landed on his back with Gert's 220
pounds on top of him laying across his chest.

Tank bridged his sore back and pushed at her body sending her flying off him.
They both scrambled to their feet and squared off again in the center of the
room.

Tank was feeling desperate as he faced Gert. His full Nelson had ended the
Great Malenkov's wrestling career in 1981 and she had just broken out of it as
though he were a child. The Tank had never been a scientific wrestler, he had
always relied on brute strength and being the stronger wrestler to win
matches. Gert would never give him the money he needed if he couldn't prove to
her that his power style wrestling was still effective. He was going to have
to pull out all the stops.

He was going to have to wrestle like a real villain. He hoped Gert would
understand.

As Gert closed the distance between them Tank stepped forward and delivered a
forearm smash in an upward motion like an uppercut under her chin. The smash
forced her head upwards momentarily, then she fell forward into Tanks waiting
arms. He wrapped his bear like arms around Gert's lower chest and lifted her
off the ground. He began squeezing the bear hug for all he was. worth.

"Give up Gertie" he demanded as his wife struggled against the hold. "Give up
before you pass out"

His face was buried in her full breasts as he held her close. She had wrapped
her legs around him to ease the pressure and her crotch was pressed tight
against his groin. As if it had a mind of his own the Tank's "turret"
stiffened in his tights and began rising upwards. Soon it too was pressed
against her body.

Gert felt his arousal and encouraged it by wriggling her hips and breathing
deeply in his ear. As she did so she placed her hands under his chin and
waited for nature to take it's course.

Tank tried to press his crotch tighter against Gert, His movements caused his
arms to slide slightly as they slipped up on her sweaty back. She felt the
momentary easing of the pressure and pushed straight forward against his chin.
Her arms straightened and Tanks grip was broken. She fell back to the mat with
her legs still wrapped around Tank's waist. She twisted her body to the side
and Tank fell to the mat next to her. She clasped his hands in hers and
pressed them to the mat, releasing her legs as she did. She then rolled atop
his waist and quickly began creeping up his body intending to pin his
shoulders with her knees.

Before Gert could reach his shoulders Tank bucked and bridged causing her to
roll forward over his head. She landed on her back still holding his hands.
The two wrestlers rolled to their stomachs and began standing. They first got
to their knees and then pushed to an upright position all the while clasping
each others hands, their fingers intertwined.

They wound up facing each other with their arms extended above their heads
holding each other's hands. They were in the classic wrestling test of
strength stance.

Chapter 6 - There Was a Climactic Battle

At last, Tank thought. I should have done this to begin with. Here's one she
won't be able to wriggle out of or use her feminine wiles to weaken me with.
"That luscious body won't be able to help you now Gert" Tank said as he tensed
his body and began pushing down.

Gert tensed her own body and pushed right back. The king sized couple grunted
and groaned together as they each strained to force the other down. Their
muscles tightened and bulged with the effort, sweat poured off them like rain.
Back and forth they pushed.

Tank's great arms shook and his face turned crimson red as he tried to force
Gert down. Gert's own arms swelled and her butt cheeks tensed as she fought
back. Their bodies were locked tight and each strained with every ounce of
power in his or her body.

Tanks arms screamed for rest and his back ached but still he pushed even
harder. And the harder he pushed the harder Gert pushed back, Their game of
mercy continued for five minutes, then stretched to ten and finally fifteen
minutes had passed, and still they were dead even.

Tank's entire body began to shake and he desperately tried to move closer to
Gert. She held him dead in his tracks, she was unmovable.

From somewhere Gert found renewed energy. and slowly began forcing him down.
His eyes passed from her forhead down to her nose, from her nose to her chin,
and from her chin to her neck as he slowly sank. His wrists began to bend and
now his face was even with her great breasts, her nipples were almost in his
eyes. Gert pushed harder from above and Tank's face dropped even with her
crotch as his knees hit the ground. She continued pushing, forcing Tank to his
back.

His strength was sapped and he couldn't resist as she forced his hands to the
ground above his head. She straddled his chest and then shimmied up until her
knees had his shoulder pinned to the ground. With his shoulders pinned Gert
slowly counted to three.

Tank layed motionless beneath her as she counted. He turned his head and
looked away. His dreams of regaining his wrestling glory were shattered. He
had been beaten by his own wife in two straight falls. She had been more
skillful. She had been stronger. Tank felt like a fool. A big weak fool.

He just didn't have it anymore

Chapter 7 - And Finally Resolution

"What are you looking so miserable about" Gert asked the dejected Tank. "My
goodness, you'd think you never lost a wrestling match before".

"I never lost a match to my wife. How am I supposed to feel? Tank asked her
degectedly

"You should feel proud. After all you're the one that trained me and taught me
everything I know" As she answered she got off his chest and layed down beside
him.

"I am proud of you, but you were stronger than me Gert. A man's wife shouldn't
be stronger than him. You must think I'm a weak fool'. Tank rolled over as he
spoke so he could face Gert. She put her arm across his broad shoulder and
pulled him close.

"I've always been a strong woman, you knew that when you married me, it's one
of the reasons you wanted me in the first place. But I'm not stronger than
you", Gert began. It's just that I haven't been getting injured time after
time for the last twenty years. I haven't had the strongest men in the world
abusing my body week in and week out. Pushing yourself as you've been doing
was bound to take it's toll. It's a wonder you have enough strength to get out
of bed in the morning. You are the strongest man I've ever met. You were then
and you are now. Hang up the tights and you'll be as strong as ever in no
time". As she spoke she felt Tank's 'turret' begin to stir against her thigh.

"Oh I'm hanging up the tights, that's for sure. But what am I supposed to do
now'? Tank nuzzled his face between Gert's generous boobs when he finished
speaking. Her breathing quickened as he did. The desire for her big bear of a
man was a rising tide inside of her. It was all she could do to keep talking.

"Why don't you open a school for young wrestlers. If you could teach me to
hold my own against a big bear like you imagine what you could do for them".
Tank's smile returned with that suggestion and he pulled Gert tight against
him. His 'turret' was now pushing hard against her from her thigh all the way
to her stomach. Gert moaned with pleasure and began licking his ear.

"I will sugar Babe, just as soon as we come back from that cruise you won. Now
can we go upstairs and have that third fall ? He began licking at her nipple
as soon as he finished speaking.

"Can we go best 3 out of 5?" Gert asked as she pulled off first her tights and
then Tanks.

"Make it 4 out of 7" Tank said as he rolled on top of her.

And Then They Lived Happily Ever After.

Th, th, th,, th , th .. that's all folks.