" Fear? I do not fear, Griffin," Dom replied. "I mourn. I mourn for the pilotswho died, I mourn for Terra's people, and I mourn for the setback to our...rogram."Conversation ended as the group filed into the gargantuan, brightly-lit,chamber that housed the Council of Champions. All nine seats in the towering,horseshoe-shaped black granite dais were occupied, and the observationgalleries along the walls were packed with lesser officials and Terra'selite. Dom's group stood respectfully in the. She had a sort of blank expression on her youthful face, but other than that she appeared normal. She was wearing a pair of faded designer jeans with little stylish rips in it that had cuffs cropped up almost to her knees, exposing her calves and ankles. Her shirt was a soft, light white t-shirt that had a large picture of "Elmo" on the front—the shirt came down to just above the top of her pants, revealing the slightest bit of her firm, flat belly. Her hair was held back with a sort of. I could see why this man was in construction. Yet, on top of all that muscle was a big pile of fat. His chest might’ve been outstanding but was overruled by the extent of his gut. His belly was so big that it stuck out from under the plain white shirt he was wearing, as if it had erupted from his cargo shorts. He plumped down in a tatty chair right next to the bed. It was only then I saw he was holding a beer can in one of his thick bulky hands. ‘‘I see you made yourself a new friend.’’ Unlike. That's when I met Betty & Glen. They were from a nearby town and were a long time swinging couple. I'd responded to one of their ads posted in a magazine, saying they accepted single guys. We met over dinner and had a great conversation. That's when they found out I'd had a desire to try out a swing club.They were members of the area's oldest and largest on-premise club. They told me they had some single lady friends and thought they might get one to accompany me to the club as my date. The.