Perception of truth is not. – Unknown A gentle wind comes in from the Pacific Ocean, caressing my body as I stand on the balcony of our hotel room. The last four days being in California for The Ultimate Warrior competition, flash through my mind. Cameron breezed through the preliminaries and quarter-finals, heading into tonight’s semi-finals as the top seed. Whoever wins tonight goes on to fight in the finals on Saturday. One hundred men started, and now they’re down to four. He’s been training non-stop so he hasn’t had much time for me. I wish Sparty was here to keep me company but we left him back in Evanston with Josie. Chels and Damon are here, too so she and I hang out whenever we can, but mostly I spend my days with Cameron in the gym. I’ve become pretty good at differentiating the styles he uses when fighting, my favorite being Capoeira. Between my own research and what his trainers have taught me, I’ve learned a lot. I tell you, my panties get wet when he does the aú giro sem mao.
