My attention was caught by a news item, and I sat watching the television for a few minutes. My viewing was disturbed by a ring on the door bell, and ... went to see who was there. I opened the door to see a man of about my age. He greeted me with a cheery ‘Hello!’, but I was aware that his attention was not on my face, but rather lower down. It was then that an awful feeling came over me. Not only had I left my underwear on, but I had forgotten to remove the padding from my bra! His eyes were. It was clear to everyone in the room that Greg Welkens would win each element and thus win the overall competition.The final three events on Saturday were less melodramatic, simply because half of the schools enrolled had already pulled out and returned to their towns. By three o'clock, the contests had been decided, and as anticipated, Greg had finished with the top score in each routine. Those in attendance who had remained to view the entire competition had never seen anything quite like it. Standing straight she had one hell of a figure, but bent over as she was put a strain on the front of her blouse that threatened to bust buttons. That raised leg had her short skirt pulled up enough for me to see she was wearing a pair of thigh high stockings and nothing else under it. The shadow of the skirt kept me from seeing much other than a tuft of bright red hair. I looked at her, not hiding the fact of where I had been looking, and then winked. ‘I like your open invitation,’ ‘It’s not. I am a man of nineteen full cycles and a peaceful master of the Numbing Touch. ‘ ‘Then you will be taken by me weak man.’ Drawing her sword her advance was quick and strong. Blocking her strike she quickly followed up with a spinning high kick. Ducking the kick I swept her standing leg. La’Sha stumbled back and I advanced with my staff attacking her wrist. Yet her skill prevented me from disarming her with easy motions and moves. Spinning my staff I pushed away her swing and side-stepped her.