“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. When the couple learned that the Super Bowl was going to be on their new TV, they decided to have a party. Lulu Belle, Abe’s wife, made big plans to invite kin and neighbors to have a party that no one would fergit.It would be sort of like a church potluck cause differnt folks would bring differnt things. She worked out a plan for vittles and beer and shine. As it developed, only two of the half-dozen men were gonna bring their wimmen.This was a big fucking deal and everybody got pretty lit on. Inland, the mountains looked much the same as they had up in the San Francisco Bay area, though there seemed to be more tallish mountains closer to the water here than the hills near San Francisco were.The buildings were either large warehouse type buildings, squarish and corrugated steel sheet on steel-frame types, or they were WW-II-era wood frame construction. There were a surprising amount of cars and pickup trucks, and many boats on trailers. Some of the boats on trailers were haphazardly. Minutes later, CJ knocked discretely on a closed wooden door and they were admitted into a dark, smoky room.Ducking under the curved top of an archway just beyond the door, Dani stepped through into a most unlikely setting. Under soft, hidden indirect lights, she was taken aback by the sophistication and elegance of the room and its furnishings. Couches and chairs of soft gray leather and black ottomans were grouped around several small tables lining the walls of a room that was much larger.