Her tits were displayed proudly on her chest, and as if that wasn’t enough, before leaving the house, I’d written SLUT on her left tit, and WHORE ...n the right tit. Mom proudly walked through the middle aisle of the food court, with nary a care, and men whistled and clapped for her, while mothers would cover up their kids’ eyes. My mom saw this, laughed, and kept walking by, but this time, she hiked up her skirt and bunched it up around her waist so that her uncovered pussy and ass were showed. A car horn shook the agent out of his thoughts and he swerved out of the way of a car.“Hey!” he shouted angrily, looking towards the other car and seeing a convertible with the roof down driven by what looked like a tall, blonde man. On second glance, however, Matt found quite a few unusual things. For one, the guy was tall; it looked like he would’ve towered over Matt, and he knew that he wasn’t short in his own right. In the same vein, the guy was built, his entire body seemingly covered in. I had met her on a train a year earlier. A beautiful tall blonde with a nice figure, not skinny, with a beautiful complexion and deep blue eyes that reflected the NOrth Sea (we were travelling through Alsace then!).We had hit it off immediately. With a keen eye for details, she had immediately identified me as being at least North-American before I even opened my mouth. She had given me her phone number and address, never expecting to hear back from me. How surprised she was when she heard my. The floor of the glass room was ten feet from the ground. From this room the adjudicator would make his judgment on the truth of the matter. When he did so, would be his decision.In the hour it had taken to make the arrangements, Hunters from around the area had gathered. The trial of tales is a sacred ceremony. It is not a spectator sport. The only people allowed were Wings. The bench surrounding the field was filled. Every Hunter within a hundred miles had come. The equivalent power of each.