..it was only a joke.Finally...my turn to fight was on, I took off my black bamboo sword and stood there, ready to fight...he was the last one of the ...roup that was selected to fight me in the end...so he was obviously the best, I was excited in fighting him and a bit scared too...some people cheered for him...his name was John Cole...he was a nice looking, well built guy, he was blond and had deep blue eyes, he had painted his sword in white...I found that ironic...as I was wearing the team's. Julia askedme how I felt trussed up like a Christmas turkey as she put it. To behonest, it felt great. I enjoyed the feeling that I was gettingsomewhere - I felt encouraged that a woman like Pamela who was what I'dcall 'old school' and very correct should have said what she said to me- another step forward. Julia said that I'd have no difficulty at allfinding a straight skirt I liked in a size 14. She slowed as we cameupon a fashion shop - she said, ''Come on, this looks as though theyhave some. He had survived a wreck, a crash landing, and a miserable trek across a wasteland only to be killed by a snake? ‘God, I hate snakes,’ he thought with a shivered resolution.“NO!” screamed Porter at the top his lungs. The tingling in his arms suddenly surged into pinpricks of pains and his hands clamped unmoving around the wood. With a surge that began with a tightening of the muscles in his chest, Porter felt power dash from his body and up the pole. Blue lightening fired into the open gullet of. ” “Get fucked!” Eric whispered from his heroic position face down on the carpet. ”Anything you do say may be given in evidence against you,” Harrow finally finished. Norris entered the room and pulled Eric up onto his feet, who continued to protest despite the inevitability of the situation. This all felt like some bizarre nightmare, Eric had never done anything quite this reckless and stupid before. I struggled against the cuffs and finally found my voice: “Pl-please … please don’t take.