And we are not kidding around here. Weapons are allowed, as well as items, magic and whatever else you can think of. Only requirement is that you can ...arry your gear and enter the arena alone. Gnarly.”After a short pause, perhaps to gauge if I was actually paying attention or to take a breath, she continued.“Fights lasts until one participants gives up or kicks the bucket. But, chillax dude our spooky, scary necromancers have you covered. The whole arena is drenched in a Level 3 reviving spell,. I smiled back as he winked at me and said 'you enjoy looking at a mans cock or are you out scouting. I looked at him in amazement muttering 'I...I...I...' He smiled and came around the rack and said as he nudged along 'it don't matter, let us get out of here I know just where we can go.' Stunned I moved along with him in a trance like state, not protesting or resisting yet not understanding why I wasn't refusing to go with this stranger. We went into the parking lot, where he took better hold. Gee, that ticket is a clue to who you are. There is a reason that you acquired it and a reason you are supposed to go.”“What reason?”“That’s the point!” Karen said, frustration creeping into her voice. “We don’t know the reason. You have to promise me that you’ll go to the fair and even go to that ride. Just look around and observe. There’s a reason for you to be there. There has to be a reason.”“I see your point, and I’ll go. I just don’t feel compelled about it. It would be easier if you’d go. It seemed to break all of the rules that governed our secret world. Short but simple, it just said ‘I’m coming to NY. A business trip. Would you be so kind as to meet me for a drink Tuesday night at my hotel?’ My mind began to race at the thought of meeting her. That night I arrived early at the hotel restaurant, sat down, and ordered us both drinks – she had long ago told me the kind of wine she preferred. Although I had still never seen her face, I recognized her instantly when she walked up.