The two princes on the arena, however, did not pay any of them any mind. Hell, they were not even aware of any of their worries to begin with.These tw... boys have hated each other for so long, this fight between them had to have been coming sooner or later. To them, this was nothing more than a predetermined destiny.No words needed to be exchanged between themselves. They've known each other long enough to know what the other was thinking.I will be king, no matter what. Thomas glared greedily to. Afterthe game he went to the media room for the post-game interview. Then tothe training room for treatment to help him recover from throwing 100plus pitches. When Mike finished his treatment he walked into thelocker room and froze.What he saw horrified him. He saw his fellow rookies wearing verygirly clothes. He saw a crowd of vets around his locker, laughing andsaying to Mike, "Ok stud you're next".Mike nervously walked to his locker and saw that his uniform and all ofhis clothes had been. "What does that mean?" Richard asked skeptically."Just be on your best behavior." Didn't know I was usually that bad," Richard mused.The girls laughed. "Lobby in twenty minutes?" Emily suggested."Half-hour. I need to shower. This room's an oven." Come to the room when you're ready, then," Sandra said with a smile.The shower was heavenly. He let the music leave his body along with the sweat from the day's effort, and when he got back to his room, he almost felt cool."This heat is killer," Jer. Well, Grant and Anita are having a conversation. I’m too busy enjoying Anita’s fluttering fingers and my post-orgasmic bliss to pay it much attention, but I’m sure that Anita asked Grant for the water which for some reason seemed to be a bit of a problem. “Do you have the water?” “The water?” Yes, the water.” “For her?” Grant gestures in my direction and I give him my best, happy smile by way of reply. “Yes, for her.” Anita’s talking slowly, enunciating every word clearly, a far cry.