Her titty had felt really good when it bumped up against me on several occasions. I was still unable to come to any conclusions about what Jill's acti...ns might have meant when that darn knocking started up again at my door.I opened up the door and was pushed aside by Donna as she swept past me and into my house. I followed her into my living room and watched as she made a beeline to my kitchen and the fridge to grab a beer. While she was gone, I quickly slipped into my favorite spot on my sofa.. Why did he go to the school? Whydidn't he arrange a meeting at out house? I had an answer for that.Dad. My father hated Walter. But Walter and Mom could have still workedout their sibling rendezvous somewhere else. Except that explanationwas too ridiculous to consider. It hadn't been Mom. She'd never gobehind my father's back. I doubted she knew Walter was out of prison.No, Walter had another source. One he trusted enough he riskedeverything yesterday.I took a breath, reminding myself no matter. Maybe it was he who had declared it, before his death, or maybe it had been she herself, but the word has been spread, that the one who proves to be able to draw the old King’s bow, will be the one to live and reign with her.From near and far, men have come to try to win the prize. Princes, warriors, commoners — strong and courageous men, all of them, but not even the strongest of them has even come close to drawing the bow. When they fail, of course, they have to die.What they do not know (and. The Lord, wanting to quell the threat of an uprising, called upon a hunter to dispense of the menace. The hunter who answered the call in the remote village, was in fact, a Huntress of some reputation--despite her lack of experience with dragons. Many of the town elders complained that her skills were fine for deer or even bear, but that she was surely no match for such a beast. But, her calm resolve and the utter lack of another candidate, earned her a purse of coin...with the remainder to be.