...what?...How do you know Tara?" Listen Bart. If I'm going to help you, the least you can do is pay attention. I'm a wizard, remember?"Bart nodded."N...ow, let me put this in simple terms...an analogy if you will. Wouldn't you agree with the saying; 'three strikes and you're out?"Bart continued to stare at the older man in astonishment. He hadn't even told his friends about his first rejection...how did he know about any of them!?! "Don't feel too bad. Tara hasn't really been playing fair with. All of the sweat, tears, and pain of the long, hard runs with the ROTC cadets, the combat training with Sergeant Tate, the weightlifting, agility training, and the Aikido… it had not been just to get in shape, or to battle the Consultant of Crime. It was for this moment, for this match. It was all done to defeat Cindy Ross in this tournament. Would it be enough? *CLANG!* In addition, I thought as our crowbars clanged, I had declined to get into the ring with Cindy, so she could not see my. You have a desk fan next to you, but it doesn't seem to do very much. A few minutes drag by as you continuously stare at the same question you've been on for what feels like hours. You look over to your mom who's cleaning the lounge area. She surprisingly seems un-bothered by the immense heat."Hey, mom?" You call her. She looks up, holding a cloth in her hand. "Could we go to the store? I need something to cool me down." You ask, with a helpless grin ."Honey, I'd love to but I have to clean the. We hadn’t really gotten to talk since the Orlando terror attack. He’d gone back to LA to take care of Rita, Trip and Halle. He’d also lost a friend who he’d just hired. Paul said Fritz had needed some time to get his head back in the game. I was glad to see him.“Paul said you have pictures from your fishing trip,” Fritz said.I could tell he wasn’t ready to talk about Orlando and the aftermath, so I got my iPad out and showed him the pictures. I told him that Paul had been the key to our success.