“Hit a ground hog hole,” he yelled back. “Mind giving me a lift into Fort Smallwood? There’s a gas station owner there with an old-style chain...hook tow rig. He can right this thing for me.” On the way to Fort Smallwood – which is really no more than a crossroads, not a town – Bob told Terry about his conversation with George and Isolde. “What did they think?” asked Terry. “Well, neither of them exactly said so in words, but he had a gleam in his eye like he was interested. And she sure. Among the spectators, a dozen maidens sitting on wooden bleachers set apart from the others, young, naïve, easily impressed, and most importantly: fertile, ovulating. They were but prize. It was not them that the knights had to impress, but their families, their noble fathers.An imposing figure removed his helmet, revealing a bearded, flushed face traversed by a scowl. The stranger bowed, grabbing Helen’s gentle, pale hand in his calloused paw, kissing it unceremoniously.The brute bent on her. " Simon replied. "Look over there,Banana's and lots of them." Peter shouted out. "Ok see what'sripe and close to being ripe as we need to have both."Simon said.The boys picked some ripe and not so ripe bananas and placed themin the wooden box. "Let's go in here and see if we can find anything."Jackson asked. The boys walked into the jungle and soon all theireyes lit up." Holy cow, what's that." Wesley hooted. "I thinkit was cannon of some sort; it's all rusty and bent." Peter said."Well. I noticed that Lauren had put down avideo recording camera. She laughingly said, "Just in case you want towatch yourself in action or review to perfect your technique."I got one last sip of tea and arranged my robe and we left to thetransformation room and the technicians.Upon our arrival the technician at the desk called me by name, "Jami, sohappy to see you for your second treatment. Please go over the samechecklist from yesterday and add anything or delete. If it is not there,you can.