100 Great Sex Games

“No one?  All cowards?  Surely there is someone.  Send down two—no, three men.  Three centurions!  I will fight three centurions!  That’s fair.  Who will come?”    Taranis felt proud to be a Celtic warrior of Caledonia.  He cheered and hooted as loudly as anyone on the hill.  Even Lon had perked up because of the 100 Great Sex Games.  The Romans looked troubled as Bronix strutted back and forth, shouting his challenges.  If the situation weren’t so serious, it would have been comic.  Bronix was right; he could stop a whole army in its tracks.  The Romans had been poised to attack and now they stood there listening, and growing anxious.