And it sounded like Brenda. I wanted to run. She had caught me. I was dead. Brenda called again and I stopped. She was standing outside the back p...atio sliders and asked if I could come over quick and help her with something. Brenda’s husband was a truck driver and was on the road from Sunday evening until Friday afternoon, so when Brenda needed anything done around the house that required someone tall or able to lift, she would ask me. I was hoping that was what this was about. The patio. It was that memory that drove him on.The moment the mercenaries had led him away from the smoldering pile that had once been his home, he swore on his family, and especially on Alexander, that he would have his revenge.One day, in Theron's nineteenth year, the mercenaries were resting for a few days in the village of Sharisse, when Theron overheard a conversation in the local tavern."I heard it's still at large." What? The black dragon?" Aye. It's like a nightmare, they say. Only coming and. Wow I felt so good, being middle aged was'nt that bad if I could have this effect on two young men. As a treat, I turned my back on them and bent over to pick up my empty coffee cup, knowing full well that they’d have a great view of my knickers and hold ups. Yes, there faces said it all, Rob said he had to pop home for a minute but would be back to see the rest of the clothes. I went back into the room to change, feeling very proud of myself, standing in front of the mirror, I took the blouse. -imad, can you take a street route to go home rather than the main road?-why?-I wanna practice something!-what?Now he looked puzzled!-just do itI knew he would obey me as I had paid him enough with my body by now.He did just as I expected. Right from the next junction, he turned.There is a fact. Policemen do not usually patrol the streets. When you use streets rather than main road, if you are a convicted criminal, you can stay safer.As soon as he turned, I unzipped his pants.-what are you.