If you do want to go,though, I don't think you should let this shirt stop you. I mean, asidefrom me, nobody who knows you will see you. From strangers...' point-of-view,it's a normal kind of thing for girls your age to wear. I promise you thatI won't think differently about you, or think less of you, if you wear it.It's just clothes. And, truthfully, I've already seen your new stomach alittle bit - that day when you were climbing on the tree, when you hungupside down, some of your stomach. "This is the javelin. It is a fearsome weapon, and no man here should think less of the boys and men who wield them. Look."Roja hefted the javelin lightly in his hand, and then turned to face a tree from which hung a stout bronze shield. "The men we will fight carry these shields, heavy ones."Men grunted in affirmation of his thought.Roja tossed the javelin, almost off handedly and it stuck, quivering in the shield. "And now it is heavier still." Men laughed."Solost, come here." Roja pointed to. It had been her for several months now. Every time he closed his eyes she would be staring back at him, and it was even worse when he fell asleep. It was as if his mind was literally one track and that track was her. Colin rubbed his eyes and slowly swung his legs over the side of his large king size bed. He kept his eyes closed and tilted his head back letting the sunlight hit his face from the window. “I can’t keep doing this,” Colin thought to himself. He opened his eyes and finally stood. I mean, come on, mybody was basically a quarterback's with a stripper's tits bolted on thefront. How often would you expect to find a bikini that would fit that?And yet, I had no problem shopping around here.Of course, that also brought its share of trouble. Sitting right outsidewas that trio of men from earlier - the ones who had been ogling thegirls and who Elizabeth had swapped around. They seemed to me to bekeeping to themselves, but I knew that was just because I was obliviousto the fact.