Not wrestling you where my parents can hear.” Let alone her sister.“I’ll behave.”One of the secretaries at Barb’s job got sick. Barb started...typing sometimes -- if not regularly. “What I want to know,” Barb said, “is when I’m going to get a raise.”“Don’t think about that all the time,” their dad advised. “People get paid what they’re worth. Try to make yourself more valuable to your employer.”“And,” Barb asked Sandy, “are you going to take typing?”“Right after driver’s ed.”“All those. So after a couple of more years, after things had gotten back to normal after the cholera epidemic had run its course and business was once again booming, I decided to sell the business to one of my best girls. Her payments would provide me with a sizeable cash flow for a number of years while I decided what to do next.It was one of my former regular clients that provided me with the answer. One day, not too long after my “retirement” I received a note, delivered by the man’s coachman, inviting. He sat down very near to me and took a brandy bottle. He asked me whether I would join, but I said no. I was thinking of wild sex with this man. He sat in front of me. The smell of alcohol and his body made me very horny.I slowly started moving my hands towards him when he suddenly turned to me. I was surprised and he asked me to scratch his chest. I was happy that he gave the lead for me. I scratched it for some time and started to rub it and then slowly to the stomach. He had a flat belly. I. . command about him. While his clothing and armor were a bit ragtag, it was well maintained, as was the large axe that rested upon his back.The woman who stood next to him was white, and though she looked to be just as old as he was, she appeared no less fearsome. She walked with a measured gait, her eyes darting this way and that, always looking for something. What exactly it was, no one knew, but her green eyes had a hawkish glint to them. Her auburn mane of hair was tied into a basic braid.