The Marvelous Mary decides to play a little Football
By M.C.
When the world's strongest woman decided to try her hand at football, everybody thought it was a joke - until she began to play. 


*Author's Note: Readers of this website who are familiar with my stories will
note that this is a recurring theme of mine - a combination of two of my
favorite topics: i.e. strong, tough, sexy women and American football. I make
no excuses for this; it's one my favorite subjects to write about. Because
it's a rough, tough macho sport that only the toughest guys can play, to have
strong, sexy women (or in this case one woman) not only playing against men
but kicking their asses is a real sexual turn on for me.

However for non-Americans who are not familiar with American football, (where
unlike football in most of the rest of the world only one player in the eleven
on the field actually touches the ball with his foot - don't ask why, it's
complicated), there will be a lot of football jargon and even a few statistics
in this story which you may not understand. For that I apologize in advance
and hope you don't find it too boring to read (for me though, the jargon and
statistics fit perfectly in with the story). So now it's on to the story
itself and I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I did in writing it.

1) Mary's Strongwoman's Act

The standing room only crowd watched in raptured silence as The Marvelous Mary
- the world's strongest woman (who also happens to be my wife) prepared for
the final feat of strength in her famous strongwoman act - the tug of war. As
always, the five strongest men in the audience are chosen to try to pull the
powerfully built woman across a line drawn on the floor of the big tent. And
if they succeed in beating her they each would receive $250. But if Mary wins,
then all they get is a strong hug and a "nice try" from her.

I have been associated with this circus for nearly two years now and she's
never even come close to losing. She even defeated the entire offensive front
line of a college football team once (see my previous Marvelous Mary story
from Feb. 13th) to prove to them that her act was not faked as they thought it
was. They all apologized to her after she beat then. As the five big, strong
men grabbed a firm hold of the thick hemp rope, Mary grabbed it on her side
and they were ready. Then circus ringmaster blew his whistle and the tug of
war began.

Because the challengers were always local people from the cities and towns
where the circus performs, the crowd usually cheers them on; and this night
was no exception. As usual, Mary plays around with her opponents for a while -
letting them pull with all their might while she simply holds them in place.
Sometimes, if she's in a playful mood, Mary will even shout out encouragement
to them, making them try even harder. It isn't teasing or her attempting to
humiliate them however, it's just Mary's way of having good-natured fun during
her strongwoman show and the audience always loves it.

Finally, when Mary feels that the men are beginning to tire, she'll start to
pull in earnest which inevitably brings the contest to a close within a few
seconds. And as I said before, so that there won't be any hard feelings after
she beats them (outside of maybe a few bruised egos that is) Mary will always
give her defeated foes a strong hug and a pleasant "nice try."

So for the umpteenth time, I watched my amazing wife play around with these
five totally outclassed men for a couple of minutes before easily pulling them
across the line. And despite having just watched their local heroes lose a
test of strength to a single woman, the crowd gave The Marvelous Mary a
standing ovation nevertheless. "This concludes our performance for the
evening," the ringmaster bellowed out. "We sincerely hoped that you enjoyed
it. Have a safe trip back home and a wonderful rest of your evening."

As always though, Mary hangs around for a while after her show to sign
autographs, converse with her many fans and engage in arm wrestling contests
with anybody willing to go up against her. Mary has a standing offer of $1,000
to any man (and her challengers are always men) who can beat her - with either
hand! And although my amazing wife must have taken over a thousand of
challengers over the past few years, she has never even come close to being
beaten. She really is, as her title says, "The Marvelous Mary".

2) An Interesting Proposition

This evening however, in addition to signing autographs, interacting with her
fans and arm-wrestling strong men (Mary would usually be talking and giggling
with her fans while at the same time toying with some totally outclassed guy
in arm wrestling before gently forcing his arm down), she had a different kind
of visitor. And this visitor had a totally unexpected proposition to offer
Mary - a proposition that would dramatically change our lives.

"Mary," the attractive woman began, "please allow me to introduce myself. My
name is Linda Morris. And although you've probably never heard of me, I'm a
financial wizard who turned a small inheritance into a huge financial empire
and am now the CEO of a large hedge fund. And with plenty of money to spare, I
decided to purchase a professional football team. Unfortunately, the team that
I purchased happens to be the worst team in the National Football League - I
guess that's why it was so cheap to buy. In fact last season they didn't even
manage to win one single game. They went 0-16 and it looks like our prospects
aren't going to be any different this coming season which begins in just two
weeks."

"So this is where you come in Mary, provided you're interested that is. I'll
get straight to the point. I'd like you have you play football for my team. I
have seen your act several times now and you really are an amazing physical
marvel. With your incredible strength, I think you could be a great asset for
us. And who knows, with you on the team we may even be able to win a few games
this season." (Little did Linda realize at the time just what Mary would do
for her team. But I'm getting ahead of myself now).

"Just think of it Mary, you'd be the first woman to ever play in the N.F.L.
What an inspiration you'd be for girls and women all around the country who
want to think outside the box. And I also believe that you'd be a tremendous
draw to getting more fans - especially females who don't usually attend
football games - to come out and watch you play."

"Now I understand that this was the circus' last performance of the season;
right? (She was correct about that. The circus was shutting down for the
autumn and winter for our annual break. We'll begin again in the spring). So
there wouldn't be any conflicts with your circus schedule. So here is what I'm
prepared to offer you and your husband - who I understand is also your
business manager - for your services." She handed us a piece of paper with a
number written on it - and it was a big number; that is to say a VERY big
number!

Mary and I looked at each other after we saw it and grinned. "With this we'll
be able to buy that lovely big house that we've had or eyes on for quite some
time; won't we honey? It'll be our dream home."

"With this Mary, we'll be able to buy three of those homes and still have
enough left over for both a Ferrari and a Mercedes SUV."

Mary smiled at her soon-to-be employer and said, "Ms. Morris, my hubbie and I
accept your very generous offer. I would be very happy to play for your
football team this season. So, what position do you want me to play, and when
can I start?"

"Hmmm, I'm not all that familiar with the finer points of football yet. I'm
still pretty new at this and it's a rather steep learning curve. What position
do you think would be best suited to your amazing abilities Mary?� You can
start whenever you think you're ready, and you can call me Linda if you
prefer."

Mary and I talked it over for a couple of minutes, then she replied, "My
hubbie and I think that I would best be suited for a running back on offence,
and the middle linebacker on defense."

"What?" Linda asked, somewhat surprised by Mary's response. "You mean you want
to play on both offence AND defense? Isn't that like kind of a difficult thing
to do? I mean is there even one a single player in the N.F.L. that does that?"

When Mary heard Linda ask her this, she laughed and replied, "Not yet I guess,
but there will be soon (wink). I really don't think it would be all that
difficult for me to do Linda. You told me that you've seen several of my
strongwoman shows; right? Well, as you may have noticed I am in rather good
shape," (an understatement if ever there was one).

And to the further illustrate her point, my amazing wife then flexed her
awesome, twenty inch biceps. "To the contrary Linda, I think it would be a lot
of fun for me to play on both offence and defense." Then she added with a
girlish giggle, "That way I'd get to smack around twice as many big, strong,
macho tough guys; tee, hee, hee." Mary and I shook hands with Linda (thus
making the contract legally binding) and then left, went home and began
packing for what promised to be a very eventful next six months in our lives.

3) The Press Conference

A few days later, Linda held a press conference with Mary by her side and
announced that she had just signed on "The World's Strongest Woman" to play
football for her team that season. Not surprisingly, the announcement was met
with a combination of surprise and derision by most of the press, the other
players in the National Football League, as well as their fans and N.F.L.
officials. The press thought it was nothing more than a publicity stunt to
attract attention to what was expected to be a dismal football team. Even some
of the players on her own team grumbled about their new owner's decision to
bring in a woman to play football with them and many openly talked about
wanting to be traded to another team.

Furthermore, it also didn't go over too well when Mary announced that she
would dispense with wearing the thick shoulder and knee pads that football
players always wear during games. "It's definitely not flattering for a woman
to wear all those bulky things; nor are they necessary. Real women don't need
them."

And if that wasn't controversial enough, Mary also said that she wouldn't even
be wearing a helmet during her games! When a reporter asked her why, she
laughed and said, "I'll be going to go to the beauty parlor before every game
and wearing a helmet would only muss up my pretty new hair- do." But why did
she need to go to the beauty parlor before every game? another reporter asked.
"Because I want everybody who comes to watch me play to have absolutely no
doubt whatsoever that I am one hundred percent a woman."

The only concession that Mary did agree to make was to forgo playing in the
sexy, one-piece, synthetic tiger skin swimsuit that she always wears for her
strongwoman shows. Instead she'll be wearing a uniform that was being
especially designed for her - one-piece swimsuit-like uniform in her team's
colors with her name, number and the team logo printed on it (it was an N.F.L.
rule). "It's not quite as sexy as what I'm used to wearing for my shows, but I
suppose it will have to do. Just so long as the fans can see my muscular arms
and legs." Mary deliberately didn't mention that it also highlighted her
large, firm breasts; deeming that inappropriate for a press conference. Mary
is very proud of her powerfully sculpted female body, and she showed it off a
bit by again flexing her awesome, twenty-inch biceps for the reporters.

And so far as the resentment that some of her male teammates, the other
players in the N.F.L., the press and hostile chauvinistic fans may have
towards her playing professional football, Mary seemed to take it all in
stride. "I'm sure that everything will be all right once I start to play and
people see just what this girl can do." Then Mary smiled and added, "I'm sure
that I'll get the last laugh. After all, I always do."

4) The Team Meeting

It was Thursday morning, three days before opening day when Mary would make
her debut as a professional football player in the N.F.L. and I couldn't help
but notice that my amazingly strong wife seemed to be a bit frustrated.
"What's the matter honey?" I asked her. "Are you nervous about your big day on
Sunday?"

"No sweetie pie; not at all," she replied. "In fact that's the least of my
worries right now." When I asked Mary what was bothering her then, she
explained the situation to me. "Most of the players on my team seem to have
excepted me as an equal member, especially after they saw how strong I was and
realized what an asset I can be in helping the team improve this season after
the disastrous one that they had last year."

"But there are still a few chauvinistic holdouts who refuse to accept me as a
member of the team. And as we are about to begin a new season, their effect on
the team's moral can be very harmful for our chances of success. I know I'm
very strong Roger, but even I can't beat a professional football team all by
myself. You know football (I taught Mary all the rules as we watched games
together), so you very well understand that it's not an individual sport like
tennis, bowling or golf. I'll need a united team behind me if I'm going to
help these guys win."

"But some of these chauvinistic, macho guys secretly want to see me fail.
Their male egos simply won't allow them to accept that a woman will be leading
them to victories that they weren't able to achieve by themselves. And they'd
actually rather lose games than win with me helping them. How can my team
possibly have a successful season when some of the key players are harboring
these kinds of attitudes?"

I thought over what Mary had just said and suddenly a brilliant idea came to
me. And when I told my beautiful wife about my flash of genius, she giggled,
hugged me and said, "Oh Roggie, that's such a lovely idea. I can see now why I
married such a smart, cutie pie like you; tee, hee, hee."

That afternoon all of the players and coaches on Mary's football team were
gathered together in the team's weight room for an important team meeting that
my wife had called. Even Linda Morris - the team's owner - and I attended. The
players and coaches were sitting around on benches in a large semi-circle
while Linda and I stood off to the side. Mary stood in the middle of the room
with her hands on her hips. And when the entire team was present and seated,
my large, strong and powerfully built wife began to speak.

"The reason that I called for this meeting today is that I believe we have a
problem with moral that must be addressed before the our opening game this
Sunday. So let me get straight to the point. I know that there are a number of
you who are less than happy to be playing alongside a woman this season. But I
was brought here to help you win football games, not to coddle your fragile
male egos (Mary is nothing if not direct when she feels she needs to be). And
win football games is what I intend to do. So, if there are any of you who
feel uncomfortable about playing with me, then feel free to leave the team
right now. But if you chose to remain, then we all play together as a team.
Did I make myself clear?"

"And who the hell are you to just come in here and tell us what to do girlie?"
the extremely large and tough looking man that was sitting at the edge of the
bench in the front row barked out. "I've been on this team for five years now
and you haven't even played one single game. And yet you think that you can
just come in here and take over the team and tell everybody else what to do?
What makes you think that you have the right to do that, bitch?" (I cringed
when I heard him say that because I knew exactly what Mary was thinking - and
it didn't bode well for this guy). "There's no way in hell I'm playing with a
woman on this team!"

Without showing any outward sign of emotion, Mary calmly walked over to where
this large man was sitting. His name was Edward Harris and he was the starting
offensive right tackle of the football team. Listed at standing six feet-five
inches tall and weighing 285 pounds, Ed was generally considered to be the
largest, strongest and toughest player on the team. Mary, who stands an even
six feet tall and weighs a solid 225 muscular pounds, reached out and grabbed
the boorish man firmly by his sweatshirt and not only lifted him off the bench
he was sitting on, but literally raised him completely off the floor - using
only her left hand!

"Obviously someone needs to teach you a lesson in how to talk to a woman tough
guy," she said. "And it will be a great pleasure for me to do just that."
Still holding the 285 pound man above the floor with her left hand, Mary then
began to slap him back and forth across his face with her right. SLAP! CRACK!
SLAP! CRACK! After about the tenth or twelfth hard slap (I had lost count),
Mary stopped slapping him and released her grip on Ed's shirt, whereupon he
collapsed on the floor; conscious, but just barely. "When you've sufficiently
recovered from the slapping that I just gave you Eddie, I want you to clean
out your locker," Mary said as she glared down at him. "You don't want to play
with a woman on the team? Well now you won't have to because as of right now
you are no longer a part of this team."

Mary then put her hands on her hips again and turned to face the rest of the
team, all of whom were now sitting in stunned silence after what they had just
witnessed my incredible wife do. "So much for him. Now, is there anybody else
here who has a problem playing football with a woman on the team?" Needless to
say nobody uttered so much as a single peep. Mary winked at me (after all, it
was my idea) looked again at her teammates and said, "Good. And now that
that's been taken care of, we can all get down to the business of playing some
serious football. So boys, what do you say we go out and kick some ass this
Sunday?"

Authors note: My wife is neither a cruel nor sadistic person; far from it in
fact. For despite her tremendous physical strength, Mary is as kind and sweet
as can be. But when the need arises, as it did during the team meeting or two
years ago when she felt she had to teach the heavyweight boxing champion a
lesson in manners (see my previous The Marvelous Mary story) she's not shy
about using her strength either. Ed Harris was leading an insurrection of
several players on Mary's team against her. Knowing that this could seriously
affect the teams cohesion and thus hurt their chances of winning, Mary felt
that she had to act decisively to nip the problem in the bud; and she did. For
without Ed around to stir up trouble - especially the way Mary got rid of him
- no one ever dared to complain about her being on the team again.

5) The Marvelous Mary Plays a Little Football

The stadium was completely filled with 75,000 anxious fans waiting for what
they all knew would be an historic event in the world of sports. And because
of all the publicity surrounding Mary's first football game, tens of millions
more would be watching on television. It was indeed an historic event - the
first woman ever to play in the National Football League! "How would she do?"
everyone wondered. "Is this a legitimate attempt to improve the football
team's dismal prospects, or just a silly publicity stunt to get people to come
to their games?" Today would be the day of reckoning.

The crowd grew quiet as the players came out onto the field. True to her word,
Mary had indeed gone to the beauty parlor to get her hair done before the game
and, I have to say, her dark hair looked beautiful; falling over her massive
shoulders and halfway down her back. She was wearing her specially designed
one-piece swimsuit/uniform which highlighted her muscular arms, powerful legs
and large, firm breasts. Gazing at her from the sidelines, Mary was indeed an
awesome sight to behold. But could she actually play football in the N.F.L?
That, we were about to find out.

The players took up their positions on the field. As Mary's team had won the
coin toss, they elected to receive the football first. Mary stood near the
goal line and prepared to catch the pigskin. Seconds before the kickoff to
start the game, my muscular wife flashed me a beautiful smile as well as the
"thumbs up" sign. She was ready. The referee then blew his whistle, the kicker
kicked the ball, and the game began.

Mary caught the high end-over-end football at the goal line and began running
towards the opposite side of the field, right at the oncoming football players
from the opposing team. And although the blockers on her team did manage to
stop a few of them, many more broke through and were converging on her. "Now
it's time to show every- body just what this girl can do," Mary said to
herself as the powerful woman prepared to meet their onslaught head-on.

CRASH! WHAM! SMASH! In an astounding display of her raw female power, my
mighty wife literally sent three would-be tacklers to the ground. POW! CRUNCH!
WHACK! And after flattening three more, Mary now had herself a clear path to
the opposite goal line, which she easily crossed. For a few surreal seconds,
the 75,000 fans at the stadium sat in stunned silence at what they had all
just witnessed. A single woman, dressed in only in a sexy one-piece bathing
suit-like uniform, and not even wearing a helmet, literally smashed her way
through almost an entire N.F.L. football team on her way to a one hundred yard
kickoff return for a touchdown. And she did all that in just the first fifteen
seconds of her very first game!

After what they had just seen Mary do had finally sunk in, the capacity crowd
erupted in an explosion of cheers and applause for their new "superheroine"
and began shouting MARY! MARY! MARY! (much to the delight of both her and me).
And whatever doubts that I might have had as to whether Mary would succeed in
this football endeavor (yes, I do confess now that I did have some doubts
about this) they had now been completely dispelled. For she not only ran for a
100 yard touchdown the very first time she touched the football, but Mary
literally bulldozed her way through almost the entire opposing team in doing
so. The only question now was, just how good would she be?

The statistics of her first game were nothing short of phenomenal. Mary led
her team, which hadn't won even a single game the previous season, to a
whopping 49-17 rout that day; and it was a pretty good team too. All she did
was rush for 325 yards - shattering the N.F.L. single game record of 296
rushing yards gained by Adrian Peterson on November 4th, 2007, and scored
seven touchdowns, also an N.F.L. record, breaking the six that Alvin Kamara
scored in his magnificent game set just last December 25th against the
Minnesota Vikings (Yes, I wanted to be accurate so I did a bit of research for
this story).� And do I have to remind you that this was just Mary's very first
football game? What more did this awesome wife of mine have in store for us?
Well as you will see, a lot.

With "The Marvelous Mary" leading her team's attack as well as playing
suffocating defense at middle linebacker, she singlehandedly turned what had
been a terrible team until she showed up into an invincible juggernaut;
literally crushing their opponents by thirty or forty points a game! My
incredible wife was shattering every N.F.L. rushing record as she smashed her
way to over 300 yards and five or six touchdowns every game! Nothing like this
had ever been seen before.

When Mary carried the football on offense, no man, no matter how big and
strong, could stop her all by himself; she was simply too strong for him. It
would usually take two or three strong men to tackle her - and then only after
she dragged them all forward for several more yards. And when they did manage
to bring her down, Mary would get up, say "nice� play boys", giggle and go
back into the huddle to prepare for the next play.

By the end of just her seventh game, Mary had already broken the N.F.L. single
season rushing record of 2105 yards set by Eric Dickerson in 1984 - and it
took him sixteen games to do it!� And she also broke LaDainian Tomlinson's
record of 28 rushing touchdowns that he had set in 2006 by her sixth!
Amazingly, Mary could have easily gotten far more yards and scored even more
touchdowns had she have wanted to hog all the glory. But after her team would
build up a comfortable lead of four or five touchdowns during a game (thanks
largely to her), Mary was content to merely block for other runners so that
they could score touchdowns too. And with the mighty woman plowing through
opposing defenses, it made it easy for her teammates to score also.

And true to her word, before every football game my gorgeous wife would go to
the beauty parlor to get her hair done. Why? I asked her. "Because I don't
want everybody to think of me as just some strong, rough, tough woman sweetie
pie. I want them to also see my softer and more feminine side." Then Mary
added with a laugh, "And what better way is there to show everybody my softer,
feminine side than to play every game with a pretty hair-do while I'm mopping
the floor with the other team?" With impeccable logic like that, it's kind of
hard to argue with her.

Opposing teams soon learned the hard way that you couldn't run through Mary
when she was playing on defense - she would simply shove the blockers aside
and then flatten the running back (although she would always help him up
afterwards). And when she sensed a pass play was coming, my super strong wife
would smash her way through the defensive line and sack the quarterback before
he even knew what had hit him. In one game Mary sacked the hapless opposing
quarterback twelve times! Shattering the N.F.L. record of seven sacks set by
Derrick Thomas set on Nov. 11th, 1990. And just like she did with the running
backs that she flattened, Mary would always help the quarterback up
afterwards.

In order to combat Mary's awesome physical presence on the football field,
opposing teams were forced to try innovative ways to deal with her. But none
of them worked because Mary, quite was simply, was too strong for them. So
whatever tactics these desperate teams did try to use against her, Mary had a
simple answer - her sheer brute strength against which even the strongest and
toughest players in the N.F.L. were helpless and easily overpowered.�

Although she never intended to physically harm any of the opposing players,
sometimes when you're as strong as Mary is and engaged in a contact sport like
American football, injuries become inevitable; always to the other players of
course. Sometimes she would tackle a player too hard or sack a quarterback to
roughly. Mary would always apologize to them afterward and, if they did have
to go to the hospital (which unfortunately did happen occasionally) she and I
made sure to go and visit them there after the game to see how they were
doing. Fortunately, none of the injuries that she inflicted on her opponents
was ever very series. And by showing compassion towards them after- wards,
Mary earned the respect of most of the players and their fans throughout the
league.

So, with my magnificent wife smashing her way through opposing defenses and
stifling their offences with her own smothering defense, Mary's team cruised
to a perfect 16-0 season (that after going a dismal 0-16 the year before) and
coasted into the playoffs; now the heavy favorite to win the coveted
Superbowl. I've lost count as to how many N.F.L. records Mary shattered that
season - records that will probably never even be approached, let alone
broken. Rushing yards, yards per carry, yards per game, first downs,
touchdowns, points scored, tackles, sacks - you name it and Mary's probably
broken it.

Leading the way, Mary and the rest of her team easily brushed aside the
totally outclassed teams that they faced off against in the first two rounds
of the playoffs - winning by scores of 56-14 and 63-17. So now it was on to
the Superbowl and their clash against the also undefeated defending champions,
and a team that had been considered to be one of the greatest football teams
in N.F.L. history. A lash of titans was expected. Would the game stand up to
all the hype?

Unfortunately for football fans that were expecting to watch a close, hard
fought game that went down to the wire, it was anything but. For my super
strong wife put on a display of female strength and power that will be talked
about for decades to come, if not longer. All she did was rush for a whopping
375 yards on her way to scoring seven touchdowns as she almost singlehandedly
crushed the two- time and defending Superbowl champions 49-7!

And the only reason that the dethroned Superbowl ex- champions managed to
score a touchdown at all was because, with less than two minutes left to play,
Mary had to excuse herself to use the ladies room. Taking full advantage of
Mary's absence from the field, the humiliated team managed to drive for a
touchdown in the final minute. When I told Mary about their touchdown, she
simply shrugged her massive shoulders and said with a giggle, "Well, at least
their fans had one thing to cheer about today; tee, hee, hee."

Leading her team to a perfect season while smashing every rushing record as
well as most defensive categories, while at the same time winning over the
respect of both her teammates, her opponents as well as their fans, and then
capping it all off with her magnificent performance in the Superbowl - all
things considered, I'd have to say that Mary had a pretty good year. Wouldn't
you agree?

6) Mary Makes Her Decision

With Mary's amazing season now over, Linda Morris (the owner of the football
team that Mary played for) invited us to her mansion for a little discussion.
"I think I know what Linda wants to discuss with us honey," Mary said as we
drove through the gates and up to her huge home. "She probably wants us to
sign (with Mary, it's always us) to a long term contract to play football for
her team. But I've decided not to."

"Why?" I asked my incredible wife when I heard her say this. "I mean, look at
what you accomplished in just this year alone Mary. You all but destroyed
every N.F.L. team you faced this season - including crushing the defending
champions in the Superbowl. Why on Earth would you want to quit now?"

Mary smiled, took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "So I won't have to
repeat myself when I speak to Linda honey, I'll explain the reasons for my
decision when we meet her. And I hope that you'll both understand and respect
my decision. But even if you don't, my decision is final."

Like me, Linda was shocked when my mighty wife told her that she would not be
playing football for her - nor anybody else for that matter - and had instead
decided to retire from playing professional football. This despite the fact
that Linda's offer to Mary was far more lucrative than what Mary had earned
for playing football this season (and that was a lot). But Mary stuck to her
guns and then began to explain to Linda and me exactly why she had come to her
decision. And it was as reasoned as it was compelling:

"First, I want to thank you Linda for the wonderful opportunity that you
offered me to play football for your team. It was an experience that I will
never forget for as long as I live. But I've come to realize that there are
bigger issues at stake here. If I were to continue to play football for your
team, we would crush every other team we faced. We all saw what I did to the
defending Superbowl champions last week; right? We smashed them, and it wasn't
even difficult for me. I'm not bragging now, I'm just telling you the truth.
Yes, we all had a great deal of success and made a lot of money. But let's
look at the larger picture and face a simple fact."

"For whatever reason which nobody seems to understand, I'm both stronger and
tougher than anyone else; male or female. But I'm also very much a woman (Mary
looked at me and smiled), and try hard to remain so. That's why I played this
season in the specially designed uniform which highlighted my female shape and
went to the beauty parlor before every game to get my hair done; so that I
would always look like a woman, even while wiping out the best football
teams."

"I think that this season was an anomaly, a strong, powerful woman playing
football in the N.F.L. - and kicking ass while doing it. But you have to think
about it in the long run. If I were to continue to crush the best football
teams from year-to-year for years to come, as I know I can, I believe that
interest in football will drop dramatically. I mean for how long would people
pay good money to watch their heroes get smashed by a woman? Not too long I
believe. And then interest in football would die out and everyone would lose
money."

"Linda, you gave me an opportunity to prove to everyone what I'm capable of,
and for that I will always be grateful to you. But for the good of the sport
I'm afraid I'm going to have to retire from playing football. But I sure had
fun doing it (grin). And maybe you can use that generous amount of money that
you were planning on paying me to hire some good players so that your team can
be competitive next year. So I've decided to return to the circus world and
resume simply being The Marvelous Mary - The World's Strongest Woman. And
trust me when I say this, I'll be perfectly happy to be just that."

After a long period of silence, Linda smiled and said, "Thank you for being
completely honest with me Mary. And I both understand and respect your
decision. You singlehandedly led my team to not only an undefeated season, but
a Superbowl championship to boot; just as I suspected you might (wink). And
that's good enough for me." After another long pause, Linda flashed Mary a
cryptic smile. "But I'd still like to give you a little something for all that
you've done for me; if you catch my drift."� Mary looked at me, I smiled and
nodded.

7) Epilogue - Six Hours Later

As I was lying off to the side of the large bed in Linda's huge master
bedroom, I glanced over at my wife and Linda and wondered, "How long can these
women keep this up? I mean it's been nearly six hours now. How many times can
they bring each other to climax? And don't they ever get tired?" Noticing that
I was watching them, Mary said, "Why how rude of me." She reached over and
gently began to fondle my penis with her strong right hand. "You shouldn't be
just a spectator in all of this honeybunny. You should be able to have some
fun too. So come here and start to suckle my breasts while Linda is pleasuring
me with her tongue. And after a while you two can switch places so I can judge
who is better at pleasuring me."

When the strongest woman in the world (Mary is actually the strongest person
in the world), who can almost singlehandedly wipe out the best teams in
professional football, asks you to do something, it's probably in your best
interests to do as she requests. So I did, and enjoyed every minute of it. And
although Linda proved to be much better at pleasuring Mary than I was, she did
give me a few pointers on both her style and technique which I can't wait to
try out (smirk).