”I watched as Vince did as I asked. “Now, how deep is my print?”“I don’t have a ruler Mr. Reynolds.” The kid looked like I had spit in his...cheerios.“That’s alright son.” I pulled my multitool out. “I’ve got one here.” I unfolded the ruler and handed it to him.“Ok, Vince, measure the depth of my print and your print.”“It’s the same. There’s no difference.”“Welcome to the compression rate world kiddo. If you step on concrete that has set, you won’t leave a mark. But fresh concrete and you’ll ruin. “Alright, listen up Dude! The 129th Rasheul great slave tournament features a grand total of 128 combatants. In seven nail biting and chest pounding fights you will have to hack, slash, bite and blow your way to victory in a no holds barred match. 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 carry your gear and enter the arena alone. Gnarly.”After a short pause, perhaps to gauge if I was. Valerie is also tingling from being so close to John’s body. John put his lips next to Valerie’s ear and whispers, “Your dress is amazing. You look beautiful and ever so sexy.” Valerie blushes a little and thanks John for the compliment. She tells him that he is also looking very handsome and thanks him for the Champagne and the car. Valerie tells John that she’s having a wonderful time. John looks at Valerie and moves his face close to hers. Valerie’s eyes widen in anticipation and then she. ’ ‘No problem,’ he said, kissing her mom lifted Leigh who squealed like a wacky teenager over the railing and on to the decking. ‘Next please.’ ‘Keep your hands to yourself,’ Dyan snarled softly. As she was attempting to step over the railing her foot caught in her two-layer sari wrap and she fell sideways and only just recovered her balance but with a foot hanging into the closing gap between the boat and the jetty. Dyan looked down and saw the gap was no longer closing so held her scream. She.