By the Gods, Lady Livia looks stunning in that soaking wet gown! I could just stand by and watch her get dunked time and time again. See how her skin glistens in the sun, the tiny beads of water like diamonds covering her body? Oh! and her feet! tiny and pretty; well pedicured and wet! *thinking about Livia's booty, as I toss the ball from hand to hand* *grin* I watch from the side lines almost mermerized by the line of AWers taking their turns at trying to dunk the lady. Of course, I yell for their success, as I don't want to see that gown dry off AND I'm hoping that the pressure of the fall into the dunking tank will cause her gown to rush up around her tiny waist! OOOOhhhhhhhhh the possibilities, my mind reels. I remember once I attended and viewed a similar dunking booth, where the dunkee's cloths were so uncomfortable when wet that she finally shed them to the delight of the crowd AND the growing length of the line to dunk her. OOOOh, imagine the possiblities of THAT! *lol* Imagine when she falls into the water, off balance, arms and legs...............oh,ok, my turn.My pitching arm warmed up, the muscles of my right hand stretched and ready to pitch the ball at the target that will dunk the lovely wet Roman Lady Livia, I raise my arms over my head in the wind-up, my left leg raises in the air, my power growing, my right arm, ball in hand thrown back behind and beyond my right ear, my anticipation grown, I take a deep breath, follow through on the wind-up, releasing the ball, aimed at the target. The ball flies through the air, wizzing past a few amazed on lookers......straight past the target and bounces off the hard head of my dazed and confused friend Titus Pullo!
Oh my god, I hear someone in the crowd whisper "did he do that on purpose?"