the search for the damn lion. I guess with all the activity he had to investigate those strange animals we had seen getting off the boat.

I decided that I might as well see if I should check into the contest. All day people had been snickering and pointing. If I didn't know better I'd think people were making fun of me. I had prepared before leaving the club, I had girded my loins , I had polished my pugil staff, I had put the tunic back on and I had worked on my chest and legs doing massive sets. I never did like the silly oil that some people put on.

I arrived and checked in, and watch the festivies that are going on. An individual wearing a tunic that stated I MAKE WOMEN WET walks over and says that he will be pouring the water on. I looked at him and laughed. I stated that I would much prefer a female attendant. Not only prefer but demand.

My glare at him caused a stammer to occur as he requested what music I had, and I if I had a pass. I was actually getting a bit upset at this time. I stated that I didn't need music, that the martial staff swinging would create it's own music, and if he were lucky I wouldn't use his head for a percussion piece. He scurried away. I would visit a few people and see if I had any chance at all.