02 ‘The Tournament’ A confusing, exhilarating din of voices and shouts surrounded me, not assaulting my ears but rather pressing against my entire... body, holding me up as if I could float into the arena rather than descend the wide ramp by foot. Sensei Tom reached back and grabbed my hand as we threaded our way through hundreds of closely-packed, slow-moving bodies. I could feel Lisa’s hand on my upper arm and hoped Jack was keeping up at the rear, as the four of us tried to stay together in the. If, at the end of that, I think you are ready to come home with me, then we’ll go back to Chicago. If not, I will go alone and leave you behind for additional training.”“I know that this change must come as quite a shock to you,” she continued, “but the sooner you make the adjustment in your minds, the better life will be for you. I know that neither of you probably grew up with aspirations of becoming a slavegirl. But that’s what you are now. And it’s permanent. You can either adjust to. Come on then."She took his hand and led him to a group of four, two men, a cherubic faced brunette with a matching figure and a statuesque blonde standing all of five foot eleven."Here you are, Jen," she said. "Someone your own size."Jenny Leathwaite looked at him. "Brains to match?" Of course. He's my brother." She introduced them properly and promptly left pulling one of the other young men away with her.Christopher smiled. "Bossy bags but I love her."Jenny smiled back. "I like her too. I'm a. The heels had remained. But that was it.Instead, the silk of your dark hold ups adorns your skin, the intricate lace design clinging to the top of your toned thighs. And over this, an electric blue dress. Feminine and elegant, it subtly yet sensually accentuated your curves. Curves that until recently you had hidden away, consigned to the memories of youth. The material snug enough to cup the contours of your breasts, coming in at the waist whilst its hem sat just above your knee. Remaining.