Hers was no different. In the neat, manicured, front yard, the size of a football field, there was a sign proclaiming "HARRIET MAE, PHOTOGRAPHER." A s...aller sign indicated there was parking in the rear and directed me down the driveway.I parked in one of the assigned spots, gathered up my deli treasurers and was standing at the rear of the house wondering where to go, when the back door opened and there she stood.It was obvious that she had used the few minutes delay in my arrival to freshen up. I chose swords as the weapon and voluntarily limited myself to a single sword so I didn’t have an unfair advantage. I even warned him that I was much better with a sword that he was. Your father’s second can confirm that I warned him,” I replied.“I still demand a duel,” he replied.“Are you so eager to die, or are you so much better with a sword than your father was?” I asked.“I won’t make the same mistake he did. I prefer to use a bow,” he said.The baron was now standing next to the son. “Then. She had married a man in her teens, had me and been surprised when he buggered off as soon as I was born. Since then there had been a long succession of arrogant worthless low lives each as bad as the next in their own way. Mostly they had ignored me, just their bitchs brat, but puberty had put an end to that. Steve, the last new dad, had started fucking me shortly after I turned fourteen, mum didnt seem to care, she didnt care about very much at all these days. Ian had carried on where Steve. But just the idea that she had actually done something was already making her wet. Ah well, at least she still had her dreams and fantasies, as well as her small but well-chosen selection of vibrators.It was two days later, she noticed when browsing whilst on her coffee break at work, that she had a message from the website that the advert had appeared on. She glanced at it quickly, aware that management could monitor her computer usage, and then left it until she could read it properly at home.