She checked through the peephole, unlocked the door, and smiled at her Savior. He was maybe 17, handsome in that pimply-faced, college freshman way, a...d best of all, he had her pizza. He read off the ticket attached to the warmer bag. “Medium pizza and breadsticks and sauce?” He looked up and his eyes popped, and then Chris realized what she must look like. She was wearing a gray half shirt that said “Property of”. The remaining half which indicated to which major league franchise she. And finally, ME, waiting to win and be a slave to those beautiful mistresses. The round details are started to get announced. It will be an Ultimate Surrender round. Four contestants will be divided into a pair and each pair will fight within themselves.The two contestants, one from each pair will be selected to the finals. Judges announced the pairs, it was me against my cousin sister and Baasha against Uma. I was surprised. how can I fight her? She was very dominant and I always used to fear. When the bartender handed her a drink without even being asked, I knew she came here often.“Hello, Kat. Who’s the fresh meat and what will he be drinking?” The bartender had just a hint of that stereotypical campiness. And, yeah, she was no stranger here.“Get him a shot of liquid courage and a Sierra. On my tab,” Kat replied. “Any single tops out there looking tonight?”“Well, not for a virgin, unless he can wait until I get off.” Pause. A suggestive glance in my direction, and a wink.. I once had a gerbil here. It was a cute little rat, which was it’s own fault. I ran a few small tests on it, to see what would happen. I wanted it to learn to talk to others like it did me. So I decided not to feed it until it did. But after a few days I got interested in another experiment. I wanted to find out if I could train it to do tricks. You can’t train an animal without using food to reward it. Right? You see, I know how it is, I’m not crazy. Right? It wouldn’t do.