Racks of most of them coming back later contain the trophies of their successful hunt. This is a very “macho” environment. This place i... the ultimate man cave on steroids. Whistles and high-five are constantly exchanged as guys vie for bragging rights. I know that anyone staying there is somehow a high level person of some major company. I recognize some familiar faces occasionally, but almost everyone there just goes by a first name only. I’ve never had anyone tell me. It seemed to me to be like a game of chess where the winner gloated over his points won, and the loser simmered and plotted ways to regain what he had lost. Strangely, in this game, being Emperor gave Commodus no extra pull, he was just one of the competitors. Of course, he had more money to spend on his hobby than most people, but that made little difference.The only problem was that if a gladiator lost too many matches, he was shipped out to the provinces somewhere, and the living was not. " John went over and dropped his toy in with others. He noticed that the drive must be doing well as the large box was almost full with wrapped toys. As John walked away from the box he began to feel strange. His body started shrinking as his chest started to swell. He started to walk back over to the old man, but he stumbled. His shoes had become high heels and he had lost his balance. As he tried to stand up, strands of long blonde hair fell into his face. As he brushed them away, he. .. what then?" It's you." Oh." she looked at me with that cool smile. "Oh, dear. Oh, dear, that makes me feel ... how? Makes me feel ... lovely! Thank you. and what ... maybe I shouldn't ask that." She hugged me close and kissed my cheek. "Boys and mothers have a close relationship. It's normal for you to have a crush on your mother. And a compliment to me, my adorable son. I dream about you sometimes, too." Not like this, though." I managed to grunt."Well, sometimes you are a baby again and.