Like Jam, she knows how to use a pistol. She might be more accurate with one than I am.”All was quiet as we learned our places. We assembled after a...couple of practice runs to go to the dining hall for a banquet. I remembered that we would toast the couple at the dinner. We were seated. Jam was next to me. Charles was next to his son on one side and me on the other.We were served. He noticed the pistols that Jam and I were wearing. “Jar, are you ready for trouble?”“Yes, Sir. Berthold figures. Next day I went to college with a target to know about her but couldn’t succeed and this went on for a few days. Suddenly one day I could see her in the library where she was reading some motivational book. I kept on looking at her from behind the book and we exchanged looking each other twice.I followed her till the reception when she left and while signing of saw her details in the register. The work was half done, I was quite afraid to directly approach but also didn’t had any other option. She needed him badly."Before we go any further," he said. "We need to establish some things. You're new at this, so I can't treat you like I would my usual women. It'd be unfair on you."She whined in protest. The last thing she wanted to do right now was talk."In case you haven't noticed, I'm a dominant. I like you Harry, you're so hot and strong and yet you submit to me so easily. But we need to lay down some ground rules, okay? If you are uncomfortable with something, or you want me to stop. How lovely to see you again,’ he said, taking her by the arms and kissing her just to the right of her mouth. ‘It’s Amelia.’ ‘I know dear, your are my dau…oh god, I called you Elizabeth.’ ‘Early senility daddy?’ It wouldn’t go down as one of the most fascinating reunions between a father and his daughter. Amelia was appalled. She’d prepared herself to remain a little distant, to be in not hurry to bridge the gap and her tactical approach had proven unnecessary. Simply by calling her by her.