”James suddenly stopped in mid stride. His gloomy face then began to morph into the overly smiling face he’d had when he followed the Emperor down...here. His smile crossed from ear to ear and his eyes formed into squinted slits as he looked directly at the Emperor. Seeing this smile again, like being eyed by a dangerous predator about to play with its food, Artimus had a sudden chill run up his spine.“Old Arty, don’t worry about it. I got most of what I wanted anyway. However, some things. Mario asked Robert how much he was willing to pay.Robert had checked and other Ranchers paid about five dollars a day or thirty dollars a six day week.He told Mario to pay six dollars a day, or thirty six dollars for a six day week.Robert had to drive by the ship yard in town every day to go to Ward Ranchero.He had watched the sand blasting of that sea-going house yacht as it was being done. The painting was done in epoxy and the hull was a pretty blue. The small ship's topside was in white.One. "Are you working right now?" Um, no. I was involved in a research project at Rutgers University exploring the effects of oral stimuli on female orgasm but the project ended and the grant will not be renewed. So, I am currently not working," I answered."Could you just reiterate your credentials, briefly for me." Well, I have a degree in human sexuality with a minor in psychology. I also have a master’s in teaching. Why?" I asked."Wow, that is perfect. Would you be interested in accepting a. Seems like the organizers of this tournament wanted the participants to look pretty while they kicked each other's asses, with good reason too. When the tournament started, each match was gonna be livestreamed on the Internet, where my good buddies could watch in the comfort of their own houses.As for the conditions my friends gave me, they were simple: just sign up, and they'd transfer the money they'd gathered to my bank account. According to them, I didn't even have to win. Just 'look good',.