The day is finally here! I’m in the hallway, under the bright lights. The passage echoes distant movements, smells of testosterone and sweat. There�...�s a laminated ‘Access all areas’ pass around my neck. I twist the little string lanyard this way and that, my fingers giving away my jitters as I wait for my older sister. I owe her big time. Ginny works for my favourite football team, in the marketing department. She has ensured that I was ‘lucky’ enough to win a fan competition to hang out with. But bad as it was, all the men bought into the act. Because she looked the part, and because they wanted to. They wanted to believe the real Lara Croft was talking to them, and needed their help. She didn’t end up giving any them any of the money she’d brought—they wouldn’t take it, trying their damnedest to impress her with their chivalry. Well, if it had made them feel good about themselves, fine and dandy. Margie never liked her real name anyway. It was an old lady’s name, or a fat girl’s. They were on a gigantic wall, and he had a glowing sword in his hand.The one he was speaking to was the most powerful Guardian there was. He knew this, because he had similar power, just not quite as much of it. Still, he was expressing confidence to his leader.Soon enough, a battle was joined with those in revolt. He could not believe that they were actually trying to overthrow the ONE!He fought, filled with a tireless energy. Where his sword struck, those in revolt lost form. It would be ages. Her warm groin pressed against his rigid cock and Charles groaned as his hips involuntarily pressed upwards against her. She got up and stepped away from his obvious need. Shaking it off Charles got back up and walked over to Sally, gripped her waist and pulled her in close. He took a deep nasal breath and let it out really slow saying “Sally, you better be as good as you say, I will get my money’s worth, and he will get an eyeful of just what he missed out on. I hope.