3 comments/ 137388 views/ 4 favorites Harriet By: Kirk482002 *Note – This is a work of fiction. Short one. Not to be taken seriously. I grew up as a “baby boomer”. I had about 16 assorted cousins but only 2 around my age. Karen (who is destined to be the subject of another story) and Harriet, (Harry), both related to me on my mother’s side of the family. Harry was kind of a strange girl. She didn’t speak much and when she did, it was usually very short and to the point. She was a very ‘matter-of-fact’ type person. She didn’t mince words and she didn’t pull any punches. Trying to find a sense of humor in her was useless. “Hey, Harry?” “What?” “Knock-knock.” “Who cares?” My aunt and uncle lived in a rural area in a house out in the sticks. It was a good 3-hour ride to see them so it only happened every couple of years or so. One time, I was about 18 years old when we went to visit. After the usual ‘hello, how are you,’ I asked for Harry. “She’s down by the stream, looking for some rocks for her collection,” replied my aunt. “Go out the back door, head down the path about a half mile and you’ll come to the stream. She should around there somewhere.” The last time I had seen her, 4 years ago, Harry was starting to turn into a young woman. She wasn’t very pretty, never combed her hair, dressed like a guy, but her body looked like it was going to make up for it and then some. I reached the stream but I didn’t see her. I seemed so peaceful here. No noise from traffic, just the sound of the stream gently rolling along. I took off my shoes and started up stream. As I came around a bend, noticed someone lying in a small clearing on the bank. It was obviously a woman and she was naked with the exception of a pair of army boots she had on. I quietly backed off so I could still see, but not be seen myself. She was in the process of masturbating herself. Both legs were partially drawn up and her knees were rocking from side to side as she pleasured herself. Her face was covered with dark brown wavy hair and through that hair I could hear gasps and moans. As one hand was busy down below, the other was tracing itself from her abdomen to her large beasts that spilled slightly off to each side, and back down. Shortly, her body stiffened and remained that way for a few seconds. Then her hands slowly moved to lye on the ground next to her, while she appeared to be trying to catch her breath. After a minute or so, she blew air out of her mouth and wiped the hair off her face. It was Harry. I had started to back up when I noticed that she had replaced her hand on her crotch and was again playing with her breasts. I now had a very stiff member in my pants and it was starting to become painful. I quietly pulled down my zipper, freed my cock, and started to stroke myself. I watched her, trying to take clues from her breathing and the moans so I could cum the same time as her. Soon she stiffened again and I sent several bursts of sperm into the stream. I zipped up and quietly moved downstream. I passed the path and continued downstream for a while. After about 5 minutes, I turned around and headed back to the path. This way, if we bumped into each other, it would seem to be an accident. As I was reaching the path again, Harry appeared from the opposite direction, wearing army fatigues, the boots, and needing her hair combed. “Hey, cuz,” She said. “Hey, Harry. How did the rock hunting go?’ She replied by holding up a plastic bag that appeared to be half full. We headed back to her house. I tried to make small talk but other than some one word answers I was basically doing all the talking. When we reached the house, she asked me to come down the basement. She wanted to show me her collection. It was an unfinished basement with a heater, washer and dryer, and shelves and shelves of rocks with pieces of paper hanging under each with a short description on them. It smelled of fabric softener and mold. Looking at her, you could tell that she had really matured nicely. She was well proportioned, still not all that pretty, wasn’t wearing any makeup and still needed her hair combed. She opened the bag and placed the stones on a table to dry. Then she took me around the room explaining the different rocks and where she found them. She started to get technical and it soon was going over my head, but she genuinely seemed excited about her collection. That was about the only time I ever saw her excited about anything. Afterward she took me up to her room and showed me all the sports memorabilia she had collected as well as Solder of Fortune magazines. I was beginning to get the feeling that she was a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ candidate. After dinner, it was time to leave and make the 3-hour trip back. I hugged my aunt and Harry goodbye. “Maybe we’ll see each other, soon,” said Harry. I guess I was the only one that took any interest in her hobbies. Three years later it was time for another visit. My parents didn’t think that I would want to go so they were surprised when I told them I would go with. When we arrived it was another round of hugs and handshakes and again I asked about Harry. “She’s down in the rock dungeon,” replied my uncle. So, I went down to the cellar. It was pretty dark as I descended the steps, but it was anything from quiet. On the table, Harry was wailing away on her womanhood again. Again, she was naked as a jaybird with her boots on. I started to go back up the steps when I heard, “Where’re yah going, cuz?” “I’m just giving you privacy.” “Didn’t stop yah last time,” she said, matter of factly. I stood frozen on the steps. “Okay, so I’m a little over sexed,” she sighed. “Come here. I’ve made some improvements to myself since the last time you were here,” she said as she clicked on a light with a string hanging above her. There sat Harriet looking better than I had ever seen her. Her hair was combed and styled, she had makeup on that worked well with her face, and had trimmed that Amazon growth between her legs. “Well, what do you think, Cuz?” “Great, I guess.” I answered, unsure or what to say. “Look, I’ve got something to ask you.” She said. “Okay.” “I know what you did the last time you watched me. Did looking at me make you cum or was it watching what I was doing?” “Both,” I answered. “How about right now? Did you cum in your pants?” “No.” “I didn’t think so,” she said. “Do you have a girl friend?” “Yes.” “Do you two fool around?” “Yes.” “Are you able to control yourself with her?” “Mostly.” “I thought so.” She said. “This summer I met a guy. I hadn’t really cared about them much till I met him. We both like the same things, including rock collecting. So I tried to look a little more like a girl and started to date him. On our third date, we were parked down by the creek, when started to fool around. He got his hand up under my shirt and started to feel my boobs, and suddenly said he had to go home. I had no idea what it was about until he went to drop me off. When I opened the car door, the light came on and I saw a large wet spot in the crotch of his pants!” “I felt bad for him and pretended like nothing happened. Later that week, we parked again, and I had his pants open and was starting to, you know,” she said as she showed me an up and down jacking motion. “He had his hand in my pants and was doing a good job on me. I wanted him to suck on my tits while he played with me, so I pulled up my shirt and bra. Almost as soon as his lips touched my nipple, he came like a fountain,” Harry said, as she mimicked a blasting cock. “He was barely able to finish me off, and was a total waste after that.” “Maybe he just likes boobs a lot,” I said, as I took a good look at them. “Maybe it’s too much for him to take.” “I don’t know,” she said. “He seemed fine until he touched them,” she said while hefting them up and down. “It was my idea to pull up my shirt. He didn’t ask or try. He wasn’t even ready to cum yet.” “Sometimes that happens,” I said, remembering a few embarrassing incidents. “No, I mean he wasn’t even really warmed up yet. I mean he was hard, but he wasn’t getting close or anything.” She pointed her boobs at him and asked, “Are they that exciting?” I actually was sporting a nice bone in the pants, and it was getting awful cramped. “Well, I’m getting the whole picture, here,” I said as I looked at her newly feminine body. “I can see that you like looking at them,” she said pointing at the tent in my pants. “Sorry, Harry, but you’re the naked one here.” “You know what? I think I have magic boobs,” she said, deadpanned. “What?” I said, as I started to laugh. “Magic boobs,” she repeated. I just laughed. “I think I have magic boobs. If you touch them, you cum. It’s the only logical explanation.” “I’m sorry, I’ve never heard of ‘Magic Boobs’ before,” I said, still chuckling. “Touch them,” she said, holding them out to me. “I don’t think so,” I replied. She reached with both hands to grab my arms and I pulled away. “What’s the problem, Cuz? They’re just boobs. Give them a rub like Genie and the lamp,” she said, as she sat straight up on the table, rocking them back and forth to me. “No for two reasons,” I said. “One, if you’re right, I’m going to make a mess in my pants and I’d have to stay that way until I got home. Two, if you’re wrong then we both are going to feel pretty stupid.” “I don’t care about stupid,” she said as she grabbed my pants and boxers and yanked them down. “Now you won’t make a mess.” My cock sprung out to the cool air of the basement. She grabbed it a second, gave it a tug and let go. “You’re going to make some girl awful happy with that thing,” she said. “Okay, no more excuses. Start playing.” “Okay,” I said as I reached out and touched one with the tip of my finger and pulled back. Suddenly, my cock expanded to the max and the head turned deep purple. “See. Look at that,” she said as she pointed to my throbbing cock. “You barely touched me and you’re ready to pop.” “That’s just because you got nice ones,” I said, blushing. She grabbed my hand, pushed it into her boobs, and held it there. Within seconds, spunk was roaring up from my balls to slash on her legs and floor. She let go of my hand and said, “Told you so.” I just stood unable to understand just what happened. One second I was fine, the next, hard and throbbing, and the next being wracked with an orgasm. All in the space of about 30 seconds. She went to a cabinet and got some paper towels. When she finished cleaning up, she grabbed me in a bear hug, smashing her boobs into my chest. Ten seconds later, I was emptying my balls again. “I think that pretty much proves it,” she said. She got dressed, I pulled my pants up, and after dinner, my family drove home. I didn’t see Harry again for 25 years until the funeral of her Father. She told me that she had a very well paying job at an impotency clinic. “Seems that I can work wonders, even with the most severe cases. All I have to do is…, well, you know, Cuz.” Harriet and The Harlequin Horror H-Cupped Hootered High School Harlot Harriet Humper stars in: "Harriet And The Harlequin Horror" Written by Victor C. Nathan * "Oh, golly, gee whiz, Chuck!" Harriet Humper sighed in a 1950s teenybopper voice of childish seduction, her heavy H-cupped breasts heaving hornily with their nipples erect and pointed as her boyfriend Chuck Dicker slipped his waning hard-on from her sopping wet tunnel, her slippery and so delightful to fuck pussy. "Holy fucking humpsticks in Humperland, you're a good, good fucker! I'm multiorgasmic, motherfucker! It's the gift that keeps on giving!" "Harriet, baby," Chuck managed to breathe as a trickle of postcoital cum leaked from his urethral opening and dripped onto his tawdry- tittied girlfriend's naked left leg. "I lost so much jism, it may take a fucking week to get my balls refilled again. Your big goshdamn boobies and your tight pussy are like cum-builders or some shit. Damn it! I can't fuck till they fill up again! Oh, look! Now those big motherfucking titties of yours are slapping together! Oh, just let me feel 'em one more time." "Why, of course, Fucky Chucky," Harriet cooed as her horny boyfriend placed a hand on each of her "cum-builder" bazooms and squeezed them in a way that made her know he was still hungry for knocker, for her oscillating orbs, her heavenly hooters, her weighty whoppers, her bobbling boobie bombs, her sweater puppies, her glorious globular globs of great girth and giddy girlishness. "Baby, I haven't had that many orgasms since I fucked your daddy last week, Long Dong. Of course, his dong is a little longer. But you win in the thickness contest. You stretched my little pussy wussy cunny wunny with that shit, Humperfucker. Your cervix crusader tore that shit up, bitch. You could park a truck in my motherfucking pussy right now. Or maybe the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile. Tee hee." "Sweetheart, I haven't sucked titties as big as yours since I fucked your mommy last week, when I had my pee wee up her snatch. Mmmmmmmmm, yeah. Her huge honking hooters are big as studentfucking mountains! But yours have bigger nipples on 'em. You win the areola contest, you big-tittied bitch." "I love you, Chuckie," Harriet breathed silkily as she rubbed the sharp nub of her left nipple against Chuck Dicker's wrinkly balls, while at the same time he still caressed, kneaded, pulled, yanked and tugged on the abundant warm flesh of his girlfriend's pillowy plush feminine glands. "And I love this thing." The young, lithe and ludicrously top-heavy Humper reached lovingly for Chuck's sagging penis, his seven inch soldier that was now drooping after its ejaculatory explosion inside of Harriet's accommodating, receiving and thoroughly nurturing cum-loving, cum- hungry cunny slot. Harriet raised his shrinking stalk straight up until it pointed towards her sweat-soaked brow, the brow that was surrounded by her sweaty blonde hair. Her high, proud, firm, yet danglingly heavy H-cupped boobs jiggled as she leaned forward, advancing her body in the direction of Chuck's private parts, his cock and his balls. Both of her bomb-sized bosoms wiggled, waggled and wobbled around the organ that she loved the best, though it certainly wasn't the biggest dick she had ever rubbed, sucked or fucked. It was at this moment that the stacked student threw her moist tongue across the surface of the head of his pecker, snagging the string of baby batter that still oozed like a slinking snake from his pee pee hole. "I love you too, Harriet," Chuck replied, smiling as the most beautiful, busty, voluptuous and vivacious girlfriend he had ever bedded slurped the semen from the end of his male member, savoring with orgasmic excitement the taste of his salty discharge. "And I love these things. And this thing." With his right hand, Chuck Dicker fiercely pawed, unashamedly and with some sense of entitlement, her man magnets, her naughty bulging pillows of mammary glory, quivering, fleshy and floundering as they were under his touch. With his other hand, he pulled her closer, plunging several fingers into the nether region of her female anatomy, her slippy happy honeypot, savoring her insides, her pussy, her cunny, her tunnel of carnal love and penile reception. Two of his fingers found the tiny nub of her sexual bliss, her clitoris, her rosebud, twanging, pulling and stroking what Harriet called her "cute little clitty witty." He kissed her bosom's rosy nipples and sucked at them, nipping and biting, yearning for her areola as he fingered her pussy. Harriet and Chuck fondled and tasted each other's bodies, their sexual organs, their receptors of pleasure. Harriet enjoyed his slowly inflating penis, he her bobbing and bouncing bra-busting boobies and her tight and skillful pussy that could milk a prick and its gonads of every ounce of their spermy excrement. "Chuckie, I need this thing back inside of me, Humperfucker," Harriet almost begged as she rubbed the swollen head of his now fully erect warrior against her thighs, making her tits slap noisily against each other. "Mr. Wee Wee's gonna take another fucking trip to Cunnyland. I want him inside me so bad, big boy." "Geez, Harriet," Chuck laughed as he now worked both of her knockers between his ten outstretched and rapidly feeling fingers, their pliable flesh wobbling and giving way inside his greedy grasp as he leaned towards her chest for another taste of her boobie bounty. "This almost feels like a romantic story we're in." "Fuck!" Harriet snapped with a naughty laugh as she felt waves of sweet tingles course through her soccerball titan twins like heavenly fucks and barely perceptibly touched the helmet of Chuck's fuckstick against her stretched labia lips. "I sure hope it doesn't feel too romantic. Cause I'm just hungry for fuck." "The sentimentality is killing me," Chuck said with a wince as he naughtily bit down on a protruding nipple and accompanying areola and tweaked the other between his thumb and forefinger. "This is like some Harlequin shit." "You're right," Harriet agreed with a smile, pulling away from Chuck and bounding, her naked jouncing, bouncing titties and all, to the door of her bedroom, throwing it open and leaning her head into the hallway. "I'll fix this shit, Chuckie." "Okay, Pumpkin Tits," Chuck retorted, rubbing his seven inch length of penile pipe to keep it firm and hard as he admired his girlfriend's big round fanny and the edges of her overgrown titties that he could still make out from his view behind her. "Cause I don't want to turn this shit into serious romance." "Mom!" Harriet yelled down the hallway, loud enough for her voice to carry to where Hilda resided in the kitchen fixing dinner. "Can you get up here with those big titties of yours and double up on Chuck with me? Chuck and I just feel like this is getting too romantic and shit and if you and I both fucked him together, it would make it more ridiculous and funny and shit." "Sure, baby," Hilda replied from her place in the kitchen as she reflexively began to shed her blouse and her triple J boulder holder from her mammoth chest like she was hatching two giant dinosaur eggs. "Just keep his wee wee nice and hard and warm for me and I'll be right up to fuck. And I'm bringing my big ol' boobies with me, good fuckers. Chuckie! I'm comin' to fuck ya and suck ya and play with your big cock and balls! Keep 'em warm for Mommy!" Harriet skipped back to the bed, her full-figured body wiggling and jiggling in the tittie and ass departments and slid onto the mattress beside her still erect and ready to fuck boy toy. "Holy shit, Chuckie!" Harriet sighed amidst her laughter before she placed her lips on the head of his penis just to keep his penis firm till her mother arrived. "That was close. It's a good thing Mom's coming to join us in bed. My big titties, your big wee wee and my wet stretched pussy almost had a Harlequin romantic moment. Scary, isn't it? It's frightening to think how close we came. I mean, I almost felt something there for a second." THE END Harriet and The Wolf First of all, apologies to those who want the next installment of the Trading of Freya...I haven't finished with her yet...but I'm afraid you'll have to wait until the Easter holidays! Anyway, I wrote this piece because it was meant to be a five minute, gratuitous sex kind of story, but as usual with my stories, it managed to develop a life of it's own! I hope you like it! --------------------------------- Harriet had known that he would be coming for her. But not now, not this soon. She stared at her friends, human and otherwise, sitting on sofas and stools all around her; all talking, drinking and laughing. None of them had noticed the man who had just walked into her favourite pub, The Black Castle. Harriet smiled at Juliet, the bubbly looking witch sitting next to her. "I'm just going to the toilet; I'll be back in a sec." Juliet smiled, said "Ok." and then resumed her conversation with their other flatmate, Simon. Harriet made her way to the bar, as if heading towards the toilets. As she walked by the dark-haired man, he reached out to grab her arm. "Not here!" she hissed, ignoring his frown "Outside." Thankfully the street was almost empty, something Harriet was immensely grateful for as she lit her cigarette with only slightly shaking hands. She tensed as she saw that the man had followed her out of the pub, and was now standing next to her, looking at her cigarette in disgust. "Why are you here, Seth? You said I could complete university before I had to come to you." Seth looked down at her, his dark brown eyes flashing amber for a second. "You have finished university, Harriet. Your last exam was weeks ago." "No!" Harriet calmed herself quickly. She didn't want him to see how desperate she was feeling "The graduation ceremony is in six days. You cannot expect me to miss that. Can you? It'll be my last chance to say goodbye to all my friends." She pleadingly looked up into Seth's eyes "Please?" Seth sighed and then leaned down and grabbed her cigarette. Harriet watched him grind it out on the floor beneath his heel "Hey, I was still smoking...oomph!" Seth suddenly slammed Harriet against the wall, pressing his body hard against hers, trapping her hands between them and making her very much aware of how much bigger and stronger he was than her. He leaned in and whispered "Fine, you may have one more week." Harriet then found it very hard to breathe as he pressed his lips against hers, forcing her mouth to open and accept his tongue. One hand tangled in her hair, holding her head in place; as his other hand slipped up, finding her breast; squeezing and massaging. She whimpered as her nipple hardened, almost painfully. He finally released her bruised lips and stared at her flushed face. Her eyes were shut and she was breathing heavily. "Harriet," He whispered in her ear. Her eyes opened and stared up into his "In seven days you will be mine and there will be no further delays or excuses." He shook her a little "Do you understand?" Harriet nodded, staring at the shirt button at his throat "And be warned, if you decide to...do anything silly and I have to track you down, I will be....most displeased." Seth gave her an almost gentle kiss and then stepped back to allow Harriet to straighten her clothing. His face softened as he smiled "I could always come meet you at your graduation, since your parents won't be there?" Harriet stared at him for a second, before bursting out laughing "Yeah right, can you imagine it? And I'd introduce you to my friends as...what?" she sneered at him "The werewolf my parents sold me to? My master and owner?" Harriet lit another cigarette, her hands shaking quite a lot more this time. Anger showed on Seth's face as he stepped closer, his eyes again flashing amber. "You have known about this agreement for years. It's not like it's come as a shock, at least try to be a bit more gracious about it! I could have taken you when you were eighteen, but I thought that you'd be more willing to come to me if I gave you a few years of freedom, but the reverse has happened, hasn't it?" "This 'agreement' was made without my knowledge or consent years before I would even have understood what it meant. Do not expect me to make this easy for you!" Harriet spat through gritted teeth "My parents sold me. You bought me. And I utterly loathe all of you. It's that simple!" Harriet threw her cigarette on the ground and walked towards the entrance of The Black Castle "Now if you'll excuse me, I think you'll find that I have another seven days before I have to start suffering your company." As Harriet flounced back into the noisy pub, she failed to notice the appreciative grin spreading over Seth's face. Juliet groaned as she looked at her alarm clock. 7 o'clock? What the hell was that noise...? Stumbling, she made her way down the stairs, only to stare at Harriet hauling a huge suitcase out to her car. A bleary-eyed Simon then appeared by her side, clutching a large glass of warm blood. "Don't ask! I swear, she has officially gone nuts today!" The vampire took a sip as Juliet turned away, gagging. "God Simon, how many times do I have to tell you? Put your blood in a sodding cup in the mornings! You know I can't stand looking at it so soon after I get up!" Simon sighed "Sorry, but the early morning wake-up call caught me by surprise." He nodded his head toward the struggling figure of Harriet before heading back into the kitchen. "I'll get you a coffee. When she comes back in, make her sit still long enough so we can find out what's going through her obviously disturbed head this morning." Juliet waited until Harriet came back into the house. "Alright, stop!" Harriet stared at her in surprise. "I, well, Simon really, will get you a cup of coffee and a cigarette if you'll just sit down for five minutes and explain what the hell you're doing!" Harriet said nothing, just nodded and headed into the living room. Juliet yelled for Simon to make one more coffee before sitting down opposite Harriet. A few minutes later they were all huddled over their cups of coffee, or blood, and cigarettes. Simon examined Harriet through narrowed eyes "Harriet, you've been acting weird for the last three days and today you've just obviously taken leave of your senses! What's happened?" "I can understand you wanting to run away from Simon," Simon bared his fangs at Juliet, pretending to be offended "but at 7 o'clock in the morning? On today of all days! We didn't even leave the grad party until 4 o'clock this morning!" Juliet thought back to the last time they were at the pub, when Harriet had started acting strange "Three nights ago. What happened at The Black Castle?" Harriet closed her eyes and leaned her head back against a cushion. She had known that she would have to explain herself to her two best friends one day, and she guessed that she had better do it today, before she disappeared. And on reflection, she didn't need to be in such a hurry as Seth wasn't going to come looking for her for another three days. Reluctantly, she explained about her parents, Marie and John Winter, getting heavily into debt when she was sixteen years old. Both her father and her mother had developed unhealthy gambling habits and had ended up owing a substantial amount of money to some rather unfriendly vampires. Her father's boss, Seth Beringer, had then found out about the debts through some contacts and had tried to help them out, making them swear that they would stop gambling. When the full sum of their debts was disclosed though, it was clear that they would never have the kind of money needed to pay back their debts. Marie and John had something to bargain with though. Eventually, they decided on, and signed, a legally-binding agreement, in which Seth would pay their total debts that one time, and in return, he would have 'ownership' of their daughter from that day onwards. Harriet was at boarding school at the time and remembered being confused when her parents had suddenly informed her that they were going to work abroad and she was to stay with her guardian, Seth, during the holidays. They had never been the most concerned or loving of parents anyway, and after relinquishing their parental rights, had never bothered to contact or come and see her again. She was, obviously, very hurt by this, but then she had found out that within two years, they had managed to get themselves into massive debt yet again and had vanished from the face of the earth. No-one, not even Seth, had been able to find out whether they had vanished deliberately though, or if their disappearance had been 'assisted'. Juliet stared at Harriet "So, this man Seth. He 'owns' you? Like, body and soul?" Harriet nodded, staring at the carpet. "And when I left school, he told me that he'd decided that I was to be his mate." "Wait a second," Simon butted in "he's a shape-shifter?" Again Harriet nodded, still looking down. "Werewolf. He's the Alpha of the Southern Pack and an Elder on the Shape-shifter Council." If this had been any other situation, Harriet would have laughed at the stunned look on Simon and Juliet's faces. Simon was the first to speak "But that means that you'll be the alpha female? And that means that you...you'll become...oh no." he looked horrified "He's going to turn you." Tears began gathering in Harriet's eyes "And I don't want to become a werewolf!" she lit another cigarette, sucking the smoke into her mouth almost desperately. "I want to carry on travelling to other countries. I want to work abroad and go on lots of holidays." Tears were rolling down her cheeks now. She got up and began pacing the room, trying to stop herself from losing control "It's bad enough that I'm supposed to mate with someone I barely know, who's over four hundred years old and that I'll be tied to him forever, but he's also got to turn me into a bloody wolf to do it and then he's going to make me have puppies! I don't even want to have a baby, let alone a litter of puppies! And just to make my life REALLY unbearable, the Council have just forbidden shape-shifters to leave the country because of too many 'incidents' overseas." As the last words were wailed, Juliet and Simon both grabbed the hysterically crying girl and pushed her down on to the sofa, hugging her, one on each side. Being the best friends that they were, they knew to just hug her, without saying anything until she had calmed down. Half an hour later, a much calmer Harriet was slurping a fresh cup of coffee and sucking on a new cigarette and a plate full of incredibly unhealthy but tasty Danish pastries had appeared on the coffee table. "So," Juliet was determined to get the full story "bearing in mind the fact that Seth and your parents are arseholes, you still haven't explained what you were doing packing your car so early this morning." Harriet told them about Seth's visit to The Black Castle. "Except that I told him that graduation was six days later, not three. My plan was to escape as soon as possible after the grad party, which would give me three days before Seth finds out that I'm gone." Harriet looked at her soon-to-be-ex flatmates expectantly, hoping for their approbation. "I've got plenty of money to keep me going for quite a while. I've been saving it for the whole time I've been in uni, as Seth's always been more than generous." She knew she could always count on Juliet's support "Sounds like a good plan. I just wish you could've told us about it sooner; we could all have disappeared together!" "Speak for yourself!" said Simon "My parents would literally kill me if they found out that I'd gone against a Werewolf as powerful as Seth! You two are so lucky, having no parents or a family reputation to worry about" "Well, as there's no-one to worry about me, I can still come with you, Harry!" Juliet's eyes were sparkling "Simon, you can cover for us when Seth comes looking and Harriet, we'll do the best vanishing act since your parents!" Harriet couldn't stop herself bursting into laughter when Juliet winked at her outrageously. "Alright, done! If you're serious?!" Juliet nodded enthusiastically "Let's go get your stuff in the car then. And Simon can send on the rest when we're settled somewhere safe." Harriet smiled, suddenly feeling like her future was brightening up a little. At least she wouldn't have to face it alone now. An hour later, the two girls waved at Simon as they drove away from the home they'd shared for two years. They had refused to tell him where they were going, so that he couldn't get into trouble with his parents or Seth, but they had promised to keep in touch by e-mail, so that he knew they were safe. Six months later Harriet and Juliet walked out of Heathrow Airport, tanned and happy. They'd found an excellent place to hide from Seth; volunteering for a wildlife conservation charity in Botswana! Harriet had hastily sold her car in London for much less than the car was worth, but the buyer was prepared to pay her in cash. When they had the money, Juliet had cast a spell to hide their tracks, just in case anyone tried to trace their footsteps. She and Juliet had then gone to Heathrow and found the first flight to South Africa. It was while they were in Cape Town that they had discovered the volunteering opportunity in Botswana. There, they had done so well that the supervisors of the Botswana branch of the charity had asked them both to apply for some job openings in their Borneo branch. The only snag was that they had to be in London for the interviews. It would be ok though, they figured. It had been six months and Seth was bound to have given up by then. Probably. Maybe. And the jobs sounded so good that they figured it would be worth the risk. Sitting in the black cab, heading towards their hotel, the girls were quiet. Juliet eventually turned to Harriet and said quietly "Do you think there's any chance that he'll find out that you're here?" Harriet gazed at the sights of London flying past the window "I don't know. I hope not." She smiled at her friend "its ok, I'll protect you if from him!" They both laughed, but sobered up quickly, as they both wondered what Seth would do to Harriet if he found her. And what would he to Juliet, her accomplice? The next day saw them both jittery and nervous. They called the charity's headquarters and were told that they were both scheduled for interviews between 2 and 3 o'clock. A few minutes before 2 o'clock saw them presenting themselves to a receptionist. They looked around the waiting room and were a bit taken aback to see that there was no-one else there. Juliet was a bit un-nerved when she felt the receptionist was giving them a strange look. "I'm not sure I like this." Juliet muttered to Harriet, so the receptionist couldn't hear her. Harriet frowned and looked around. There were no posters, no signs, no information on the company and she couldn't actually hear any sounds from the offices surrounding them. "Neither do I. You don't think Seth...he has a few companies under his thumb...uhh...and maybe a couple of charities...?" Juliet paled as she considered the possibility. "Shit. You know what, screw this. Let's go." As she stood up, a man hurried up to the receptionist, apologising profusely "I hope I'm not too late for the interview. I should have known the blasted trains would be late, as usual! Have I missed my slot?" He was panting as if he had just run all the way from the train station. The receptionist laughed "No, no, you're not late at all. Please have a seat and get your breath back." The two girls relaxed as the man sat down opposite them. Ok, so maybe the interviews were legitimate after all. Juliet sat down again as the receptionist came over to them. "It seems that Mr Anderson is going to be a little longer than he thought with the current interviewee. Would you care for some refreshment while you're waiting? Some water? Coffee? Tea?" "Ooh yes, I'd love a coffee!", "Mm, yes please, me too." Coffee was always welcome to the two caffeine addicts! The man sitting opposite smiled and also asked for a coffee. Seconds after the receptionist had disappeared, the office door nearest to them opened and a smartly dressed lady walked out, thanking a kindly looking older man. The lady walked towards the lift and the man came over to the trio in the waiting area. "Hello, I'm Mr Anderson. Sorry to keep you waiting. You must be Mr Guthrie?" He shook hands with the man opposite and gestured for him to go to his office. Before leaving the waiting area he turned to the two girls, eyes twinkling as he smiled at them "I'll try not to be too long, but while you're waiting do try Jessica's coffee. I don't know what she does to it but it's the best coffee I've had in London!" After he had vanished into his office, Jessica the receptionist re-appeared with a tray of coffee. She gave the girls their coffee and then went into Mr Anderson's room with the two remaining cups. "Mmm, he was right, this does taste good!" Harriet sighed. There really was nothing to beat a cup of good coffee, except maybe a coffee accompanied by a cigarette! Juliet nodded in agreement, finishing her coffee so quickly that Harriet doubted that she'd even tasted it! "It could have been hotter." Grumbled Juliet, suddenly stifling a huge yawn. Harriet agreed as she finished her cup too. And then she yawned as well. She leaned back against the wall and tried to keep her suddenly heavy eyes open. She felt Juliet lean against her shoulder and knew she should make her sit up, but she just couldn't find the will to move. Much better to just close her eyes and rest them for a second.... Harriet opened her eyes and then shut them again. Maybe she would try again when the room stopped spinning... She realised that she was lying down, in a comfortable bed with incredibly soft sheets and blankets. Nice. Was she back in her and Juliet's hotel room? She couldn't remember getting there. Hang on, she couldn't remember the interview either. What had happened? And where was Juliet? Harriet sat up, slowly, and opened her eyes. Looking around, she thought the style of the room looked vaguely familiar. And this room was very...masculine. Oh no. Her eyes widened in horror, and then widened some more as she realised that she was also totally naked under the sheets. Ohgodohgodohgod, please don't let this be Seth's room! Harriet winced as she tried to get out of bed; her legs were semi-asleep and were refusing to obey her. She staggered a few steps from the bed before collapsing to the floor in an undignified heap. "Shit!" Harriet winced again as she swore much more loudly than she'd intended. She didn't want anyone coming in while she was prone on the floor! She managed to stagger/crawl to a chest of drawers and was just rummaging for some clothing to cover herself with when she heard someone coming in. She stared at the opening door, wide eyed, suddenly terrified. Seth walked in and stopped when he saw the empty bed. Glancing around quickly, he saw her sitting on the floor, her hands still in an open draw. Sighing, he merely walked over to her, pushed the draw shut and picked her up, ignoring her embarrassment at being caught naked. Harriet was deposited gently on to the bed and covered with the sheet. She looked up at Seth through her eyelashes, confused. "You're not angry with me?" Seth smiled down at her "I'm absolutely fucking furious with you sweetheart!" he said cheerfully "and, trust me, I'm going to make you pay for running away like that. But at the moment you need some rest, the sleeping drug we gave you is still in your system. That's why your legs won't work." "You drugged me! How could you?" She began to remember falling asleep in the waiting room "Wait, what about Juliet? Where is she? Is she ok?"