Does anybody remember the stories from HalHow? There were posted in the female fighting newsgroups years ago. He wrote some of the greatest stories, and I never thought to save any of them.
I only have 3 of them...http://drop.io/HalHow3
One of the best writers I have read. Not sure if he minds posting at least one, and will remove if he doesn't want his stories reposted. I have others but will wait for a response.
LOVER'S QUARREL
By Halhow3
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It was late on a Friday evening when Janet's old Dodge
pulled into the driveway of the remote country home.
It had been a hard week, and Janet was looking forward to
a long, lazy, weekend with her lover of three years, Anne.
Climbing out of the old car, Janet couldn't help but notice
the dusty Plymouth Fury parked in the front yard. Anne's
car was nowhere in sight.
"Anne is going to be pissed when she comes back and finds
that old car parked on her grass", Janet thought to
herself.
Climbing the steps of the front porch, Janet couldn't help
but feel a sense of dark forboding. Anne's house was
pitch black and had an almost sinister air of waiting about
it. Trying the front door, it opened easily.
Stepping inside, she stood in the dark hallway and called
out quietly, "Anne", but no answer came. Hesitating for a
moment, she noticed a dim light coming from the back of the
house, the room Anne used for a den. Closing the door
behind her, Janet walked softly to the door and pushed it
open. "Anne", she repeated.
The old den was as Janet remembered it. An overstuffed
couch and two chairs surrounding a giant white fur rug. In
front of the rug was an ancient stone fireplace. Even now
a small fire blazed in the grill, its yellow light dancing
off the dark pine panels on the walls.
Stepping into the den, Janet called out, "Anne are you in
here"?
A soft voice answered her from the shadows, "Anne isn't
here tonight."
Janet jumped nervously and then whirled to face the slim
figure she now preceived lounging in one of the large
chairs. "Who in the hell are you", Janet asked sharply.
The figure stood and came forward, slowly revealed in the
dim, flickering, light. A tall statuesque woman, with long
blonde hair and eyes like green fire. "I'm Gabriel. Surely
Anne must have mentioned me to you, after all, she and I
have been lovers since even before the two of you met", the
woman replied with a small cold smile.
"I've heard of you", Janet responded, her nerves still jumpy
from the sudden shock of this unexpected confrontation.
Slowly Janet let her eyes travel over the woman, she had
always quietly hated. Her elusive rival, the mysterious
Gabriel.
Gabriel was tall and slim, with small firm breasts and long
shapely legs. She had a model's features, trim and
attractive with high cheek bones and large green eyes.
Dressed in a short clinging blue dress, her eyes seemed to
be laughing now. Taunting her rival for Anne's love.
Gabriel could not help but gaze over Janet as well. After
years of sharing a mutual lover, she had a firm image of
her rival in her mind. Janet looked much as she expected,
but even better. Long black hair hanging down in ebony
cascades. Full pendulous breasts riding high over generous
hips and shapely thighs. She had only thought she hated
this woman until now. Seeing her standing in Anne's den
dressed in a simple, but revealing black dress, Gabriel
knew that nothing would satisfy her rage until this woman
lay vanquished and humilated beneath her.
Turning Gabriel walked over the couch. Sitting, she leaned
over and picked up a glass of wine, taking her time and
letting Janet have a long, lingering view of her small but
well formed breasts.
"I sent Anne away tonight", she said. "I thought it was
time you and I finally met. I took the liberty of opening
a bottle of wine, will you join me in a glass?"
"Yes", Janet replied, finally finding her voice again.
Walking across the room, Janet sat on the couch, staring at
her rival's long crossed legs for a second, before bending
forward and pouring herself a glass.
"So! Just exactly what did you want to talk about", Janet
asked as she sipped from her glass.
"My aren't you the cool one", Gabriel replied, "Lets see,
we could talk about the stock market, or the weather, or
about you fucking my girl friend for the last three years.
What subject would you perfer", Gabriel smirked, as her
eyes, wandered over Janet's pale cleavage.
"How can I put this politely", she continued. "I don't
like to share."
"Neither do I", Janet replied, "but what made you suddenly
change your mind now. It doesn't seem to have bothered you
before."
"Not true! It's always bothered me, its just that I never
wanted to upset Anne by forcing her to choose between us.
"And now", Janet replied.
"Now I have decided that I don't want to wait anymore.
Anne is simply too nice to ever tell you that your not
wanted anymore. So tonight I'm here to tell you for her."
"I don't believe you", Janet replied. "I know Anne and I
know that it's me she wants, not you. Your fooling
yourself if you believe otherwise."
Putting down her glass, Janet rose from the couch and
walked to the fireplace, leaning against the mantle as she
gazed back at Gabriel.
"I think you should know", Janet continued, "that I won't
give Anne up. I'll do whatever I have to do to keep her.
Anything!"
Rising, Gabriel place her glass on the table and walked
over to the fireplace. Standing very close to her rival,
she gazed into the brunette's eyes and said almost
teasingly, "anything?"
"If your asking if I'll fight you for her, the answer
is yes", Janet replied as she reached out, gripped the
blonde by one shoulder.
Shrugging her hand away, Gabriel turned and walked away,
only to spin back around and face her once again.
"You say you'll fight for her, but will you fuck for her?"
"What are you talking about", Janet replied, caught off
guard by the strange question.
"As much as it would please me to scratch that pretty
little face of yours all up, it wouldn't settle anything
now would it", Gabriel responded.
"You'd just keep coming back whether you won or lost. I
know I would. We're not here to determine who is the
better fighter, the question is who is the better lover.
Anne will chose the better lover in the end anyway. We can
determine that here tonight, if we please. It's not your
nails that I question Janet dear, it's your passion that I
challenge."
Stepping closer again, Grabriel stared deep into Janet's
eyes, then reaching lower, she gripped the hem of her dress
and slowly pulled it higher until her bare thighs where
completely exposed in the flickering light. Holding the
dress up with one hand, she reached down with the other and
carefully tugged the crotch of her white lace panties aside,
revealing her pale blonde bush and tight pink sex.
"You're woman enough to fight me with your fists", Gabriel
continued in a whisper, "are you woman enough to bare
yourself to me and meet in sexual battle for the lover we
both desire?"
Janet stood frozen for a moment, shocked by the boldness
of this woman, then slowly her hands dropped until they
found the edge of her skirt and raised it up. Fumbling
with her free hand, she pinched the crotch of her black
panties between thumb and forefinger and pulled it aside.
Baring her thick dark bush and full sex, to the cool night
air and the devouring eyes of her foe. In a voice both
remote and detached from herself, she answered Gabriel's
question with a single word, "Yes".
Releasing the hem of her dress, Gabriel stepped back.
Turning to the couch, she reached behind a pillow and
pulled an object out before turning and dropping it on the
carpet between them.
Janet looked down and gasped, as she saw the large black
two-headed dildo lying on the white carpet, like some
giant engorged snake.
Slowly, Gabriel turned to face Janet and began to walk
towards her. Janet stepped away from the mantle and moved
to meet her. Stopping only inches apart, the two rivals
for the affection of a common lover, faced each other hands
on their hips. Gabriel's green eyes, bored into Janet's
hazel ones, as they stared coldly at each other, their
hands curling into claws with their desire to slash and
tear at each other. Both hesitated now, reluctant to begin
this delicate struggle. Finally, Gabriel made the first
move.
Reaching forward, she touched Janet on the lightly on the
shoulder, watching her rival jump at this first soft
contact. Moving closer, she ran her hand down Janet's arm,
stroking her gently as Gabriel moved closer still. Suddenly
they were chest to chest, breasts brushing lightly together
through the thin material of their dresses. Reaching up
with her other hand, Gabriel stroked Janet's curly black
hair, before pulling her face closer for a soft but
powerful kiss. As their lips meet, Janet's body shakes as
the tender contact stirs powerful emotions deep inside of
her. As Gabriel's arms slowly begin to enfold her, Janet
realizes, that the fight for Anne has begun.
Reaching out, Janet embraces her rival. One arm slipping
around Gabriel's narrow waist, while the other hand drops
lower, to cup one firm buttock. Pressing herself into the
willowy blonde, Janet let's her passion flow, working her
lips lightly over Gabriel's mouth as the tip of her tongue
begins to worry the edge of Gabriel's still closed lips.
Gabriel's mouth opens and their tongues meet, soft and
moist, aggressive as they press against each other and then
past each other, each exploring the other's mouth. Breath
comes fast as hands begin to stroke and caress, sliding
under skirts and down past necklines as the two women begin
to fondle each other. Starting to move in a small circle,
they stumble and break apart for a second.
Smiling Gabriel kicks off her heels and holds her arms
out in open invitation. Janet kicks her shoes off as well
and steps forward again, flowing into her rival's arms.
The dance continues as bodies press now tightly together.
Lips find lips and tongues find tongues as fingers pluck
and tease. Standing in front of the fireplace the two women
embrace like long lost lovers. Bodies swaying slightly as
they strain together.
Gripping her rival about the waist, Janet begins to slowly
rub her thigh up the outside of the blonde's long left leg.
Skirts ride higher and higher as she rubs her firm leg over
the blonde's shapely thigh. With a light hiss, Gabriel
responds, her fingers plucking at the zipper on the back of
Janet's dress until it finally gives.......zipppppp!
Reaching down, Janet seizes the hem of Gabriel's dress in
both hands and lifts it. Raising it up until Gabriel has
no choice but to stand still and let Janet strip it from
her, right over her head.
Stepping in again, Gabriel, grips Janet's dress by the
shoulders and works it down until the dress drops to the
floor with a whisper. Standing now in nothing but bra and
panties, the two women glare at each other with hate and
envy as their bodies slowly twist together in a dance of
lust and war.
Reaching up, Gabriel seizes the cups of Janet's bra and
pushs up until Janet's large pale breasts spill out the
bottom. Shoving the bra up and out of the way, Gabriel
grabs Janet's breasts in both hands and begins to squeeze
and pinch them lightly, smiling as Janet's moans softly
under her assault.
Retaliating, Janet reaches behind Gabriel and opens the
clasp on her bra, letting it slip forward until Gabriel's
small, firm breasts are exposed. Reaching up, Janet
pinches Gabriel's large pink nipples before running her
thumbs over their hardening tips. Gabriel squirms in her
grasp, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure.
Clutching Janet around the waist, Gabriel slides one hand
down Janet's firm belly and down deep into her panties.
Long, slender fingers make their way through Janet's dense
pubic hair, until they find her warm, soft sex. Standing
on tip toe, Janet gasps as Gabriel's fingers begin to
slowly stroke and rub, smooth and tease, first circling
Janet's delicate clit and then plunging down to rub across
her dampening vaginal lips.
Catching her breath, Janet pulls her rival closer, gripping
her by one firm butt cheek as she slips her own fingers
down into Gabriel's tiny black panties. Practiced fingers
discover her enemy's own sensitive clit and quickly stroke
it into raging stiffness.
Shuddering in each other's grip, they stagger back and
forth across the carpetting, clutching sweat soaked bodies,
as they fight to work their fingers deeper inside each
other's panties. Moans of pleasure mix with snarls of
rage as they battle back and forth in front of the
flickering fireplace. Slitted eyes and bared teeth attest
to their fury as each struggles to force the other to the
brink of orgasm and beyond.
Removing her hand from Gabriel's panties, Janet reaches up
and shoves her rival hard, forcing her back and away.
Enraged, Gabriel rushes forward and pushes Janet back,
knocking her back several steps.
"What's the matter, Whore", Gabriel sneers, "had enough
now? Are you ready to admit I'm the better woman and just
slink away?"
"You're fucking dreaming, you crazy Bitch", Janet replied
with a hiss. "I'm not going anywhere until I hear you
whimper like the little slut I know you are. I just think
it's time we made this a little...easier."
Reaching back, Janet pops the snap on her bra and removes
it, flinging it into the darkness. "Come on you cheap
little Whore, let's get NAKED and DO IT!"
Reaching lower, Janet slips her panties over her broad hips
and lets them drop to her ankles before kicking them aside.
Standing there naked, with her hands on her hips, and her
legs spread wide, Janet stares at Gabriel, challenging
Gabriel with her eyes, to bare herself.
Smiling evilly now, Gabriel responds by slipping the
tangling bra off of her sweat slicked boobs. Dropping it,
she reaches down and works the little panties off over her
hips, dropping them, before stepping forward.
"You wanted me naked, well now I'm NAKED, come and get it
you big titted cxnt!", Gabriel screams as she lunges
forward.
Janet leaps to meet her and the two warring women slam
together chest to chest and breast to breast. Staggering
across the carpet, they clutch at each other, pulling
hair and screaming in both lust and hate. Fighting for
advantage, they stumble back and forth, thighs bulging with
effort, toes digging into the thick carpeting as boobs
rub and slap together.
Spinning on one heel, Janet turns and slams Gabriel up
against the nearest wall. Reaching down, she quickly
plunges one hand between Gabriel's sweating thighs and
forces two fingers up and into the blonde's steaming twat.
Gabriel shrieks as Janet's fingers enter her, slipping past
her quivering lips and sinking deep into her vagina.
"Like that don't you, you little whore?", Janet laughs as
she watches Gabriel's face contorting as her fingers begin
to work back and forth inside the blonde.
Hooking one well curved leg behind her enemy's thigh,
Gabriel grabs a fist full of Janet's hair, forcing her head
back as the blonde's other hand drops lower and forces a
thumb inside Janet's dripping snatch.
"You're not the only girl that ever learned how to finger
fuck", Gabriel sneers as Janet's body stiffens under her
direct and sensual attack. "I've had better bitches than
you in a two-dollar bar. You'll be whimpering on the
carpet before I'm through with you. You will! You will!"
Gabriel screams as Janet's fingers continue to work their
will inside her.
Locked sweating body to sweating body, the two women
continued to torture each other. Fingers pumping away as
they cursed and spat at each other. Gabriel found the room
to be suddenly very hot. The sweat running down her body
matched only by the juices churning and surging inside her
enflamed sex.
Janet gasped and shuddered again and again as she fought
madly to control the passion building inside of her.
Gabriel's fingers worked like magical wands, finding her
every secret spot and stroking them one after the other to
burning pleasure.
Clenched in desperate embrace the two women work on each
other until both are in a seething frenzy. Suddenly
Gabriel can stand it no more. Withdrawing her fingers from
Janet's dripping sex, she shoves the brunette hard, forcing
her backwards until she falls to the soft carpet. Leaping
upon her enemy, the two combatants, quickly lock their arms
and legs around each other and begin a tangled battle on
the floor, rolling slowly back and forth across the white
rug.
"You're lucky this isn't a normal catfight", Gabriel growls
as she glares into Janet's angry face. "I'd have scratched
those pretty eyes of yours right OUT by now."
"Oh yeah", Janet's replies in a husky whisper. "You think
your woman enough to do that? I'd have ripped those nasty
little tits of yours right OFF!"
"I'm women enough to fuck you into the ground and claim
Anne for myself", Gabriel answers.
"Talk's cheap cxnt, Prove it if you can."
Reluctantly releasing each other, the two rival's untangle
and push themselves apart. Gasping for breath, they stare
at each other, breasts heaving, as they both realize the
moment of truth is at hand. Rolling onto her side, Gabriel
stretches out and grabs the long, thick dildo. Dropping it
on the carpet between them, as she struggles to a sitting
position, legs spread wide.
"You think you can out FUCK me, well now's the time to
prove it", Gabriel snarls. "Come on, you against me, cxnt
to cxnt, until the loser cums."
Spreading her legs, Janet began to inch forward. Gabriel
moved to meet her. Closing, each slipped her right leg
over her rival's left, allowing the two women to flow
together, their bodies intertwining. Reaching down,
Gabriel took the long dildo in one hand and worked it
inside of herself, lips pressed tight and teeth clenched as
the dildo slipped within her. Janet took the other end of
the dildo and worked the thick member into her cum soaked
vagina. Sweat ran down between her hanging breasts as the
dildo seated itself within her.
Finally, they sat facing each other, the two-headed dong
buried deeply inside their hot, dripping cxnts. Separated
by only eight inches of black plastic, the two rivals
glared at each other, as sweat poured from their bodies and
dripped to the carpet.
"This is it, Slut", Gabriel sneered. "Just you and me now,
WOMAN to WOMAN. I'm ready to start anytime you are,
Whore!"
"Oh yeah", Janet replied with an ugly growl, "Well there is
just one other thing I need to do before we begin."
"Oh what's that?"
"Just this!", Janet responded as she reached out and
slapped Gabriel HARD across the face.
"Fucking Bitch!", Gabriel screamed as she reached forward
slapping Janet hard in return. Falling back onto her
elbows, Gabriel wrapped her leg's behind her enemy. Baring
down on the dildo, she quickly tightened the muscles in her
thighs and drove the dong deeper into Janet's steaming
snatch.
Arching her back, Janet hissed loudly as the dildo turned
inside her. Curling her legs tightly around Gabriel, she
retaliated, thrusting her hips forward as the dildo
slid farther into the blonde's wet pussy.
Gripping each other tightly with their legs, the two woman
began struggling in ernest. Hips twisting and thrusting as
the dildo moved with stops and jerks deeper and deeper into
them. Rolling onto her side, Janet began to rock her
pelvis back and forth as Gabriel arched off the floor and
strove do drive the dildo down and into her foe.
Legs slipping over sweat slick bodies, fingers digging into
the thick, white carpet, the two women battled each other,
sex to sex. The visible part of the black dong grew smaller
and smaller until finally, it vanished entirely.
cxnt to cxnt once more, the brutal battle continued, as
pubic bone slammed into pubic bone with jarring force.
Vaginal lips smashed together, sliding wetly over each
other as hard clits jabbed and thrust in a rhythmic duel.
Sitting up, the two rivals reached for each other,
wrapping their arms around each other as they came together
breast to breast. Pulling hair and cursing they fell to
their sides, still thrusting the dildo back and forth, as
they began to roll slowly over the carpet.
Forcing Janet onto her back, Gabriel glared down at her
with angry eyes, as she asked, "how does if feel to be
fucked like a common whore?" Pinning the struggling
brunette, she pumped the dildo hard into her rival, again
and again, smiling, as Janet grunted with each thrust and
tried desparately to throw her off.
"After I finish fucking you, I'm going to fuck Anne, with
this same dildo, and you won't be around to stop me."
"NEVER!", Janet screamed as she planted her feet and rolled
the blonde kicking onto her side.
Wrapping her arms tightly around Gabriel's narrow waist,
Janet crushed her to her chest, boobs slipping over and
around each other as Janet forced Gabriel over and onto her
back. Spreading her legs wide, Janet worked her hips in a
slow roll, twisting the dildo inside the squirming blonde.
Grunts mixed with breathless moans as Gabriel wrapped her
legs around Janet's waist, rocking the brunette back and
forth in an attempt to escape.
The dildo felt like it was alive inside of her as the
blonde struggled to throw off her sweating rival. Tit to
tit, she thrust upwards, matching her enemy stroke for
stroke as she battled to free herself.
Janet in turn lay heavily on the blonde, trying to keep up
the fight as pleasure began to radiate within her, like the
heat of a fire.
Jerking each other by the hair, the two women rolled onto
their sides, legs twisting around each other as they sensed
that the end was near. Gripping each other tightly, they
stared deeply into each other's eyes as they traded short,
vicious thrusts of the dildo. Both hovered on the brink of
orgasm, afraid to continue and afraid to stop. Each stroke
could be the last and cost them the fight and the love of
Anne.
The strokes came slower now, with long pauses between each,
as both battled to control the passion raging inside them.
Thrust...and pause. Thrust...and pause. It seemed to
go on forever, as both women panted and moaned under the
sensual assault. Suddenly, Gabriel could take no more and
screamed in ecstasy and terrible loss.
Legs curling tightly around Janet, she was powerless to
resist as the brunette rolled her onto her back and
finished her off with several long, hard thrusts of the
dong. Body writhing in pleasure and despair, she orgasmed
again and again on the white carpet. Squirming flat on her
back before the dying embers of the fire.
Crushed beneath her rival, her face began to run with tears
as Janet lay panting and exhausted above her.
"Well", Janet smirked as she regained her breath. "It seems
we know who the better lover is now don't we?"
Gabriel turned her face away, her whole body shaking with
the sobs that came one after the next and that she seemed
powerless to control.
"Admit it", the brunette continued, "admit I've won."
"You've won", Gabriel whispered between breathless cries.
"You've won OK, get off of me...please get off of me."
Taking Gabriel's head in her hands, Janet twisted her
around and pressed her lips against Gabriel's in a long,
rough kiss.
"That's the last kiss you will get from either of us",
Janet whispered to her. "Get out of here Whore!"
Climbing off the defeated blonde, Janet slipped the
dripping end of the dildo from inside herself and walked to
the nearest bathroom. Gabriel remained curled on the carpet,
a sobbing, sweat drenched ball, the black dildo still
protruding from her hard used sex.
Safely in the bathroom, Gabriel gasped in shock, as tears
started running down her face. She covered her mouth in
horror and sat down on the toilet, as she tried to steady her
nerves again after the vicious sexfight. It had been close,
much too close. Only a the matter of a few strokes separated
victory from defeat and the loss of her oh so precious Anne.
Finally the shaking stopped and she walked to the sink,
splashing her face with cold water.
After a long wait, she found the courage to open the door and
return to the den. As she left, she looked in every dark
corner, half expecting to find Gabriel waiting to bounce on
her and resume the battle in a more bloody fashion. When she
got to the den though, Gabriel was gone. Her clothing had
vanished with her and when Janet peeked out the front window,
the old, dusty Plymouth was no where to be seen.
Sitting down on the couch, Janet reached for the open wine
bottle and poured herself another glass. Gabriel as gone. It
had been a terrible experience, but it was over now. She had
won and all she had to do was wait for Anne to return. It had
been difficult, but the battle was over. Anne was hers now
and Gabriel was gone forever.
Wasn't she....?
THE END
Hal is still about although he doesnt post much. Think he posted a harem duel here a little while back (new story not an old 1). Would be good to see him do more new stuff or you post some old ones.
Would be great to read his others stories.
Very good story: clear storyline, good built up, the girls had clear reason to fight. ¡It's fine!
As requested another HalHow story. This is a violent story so be prepared for violence.
Wondering48
THE DUELLING CHAMBER
By Hal Howard
HalHow
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Edward Jones, slowly flipped through the open folder lying on his desk. It was a pointless act, since he knew its contents by heart. Still, it gave him a few precious minutes to compose his thoughts, before telling the couple sitting in front of him, that their daughter might soon die.
Closing the folder with a sigh, he removed his glasses and placed them carefully to one side. Looking up, he folded his hands in front of him and said, "Mr and Mrs Hartaway, it gives me no pleasure to say this, but I don't see a thing I can do to help you."
Mr Hartaway looked down at the desk top. A plump, balding man, heading into his fifties, he tried very hard not to let anyone see the tears forming in his eyes. Mrs Hartaway, a heavyset woman in her forties with brassy hair and feral eyes, looked across the desk at Jones, like some half wild beast. A mother desparate to protect her child, her bright, probing, eyes burned into Jones, like a searchlight on a moonless night.
"What do you mean you can't do anything", she snapped. "You're the moderator in this case. All you have to do is snap your fingers and the whole things is over. I can't believe that you would even consider letting a girl barely 18 years age engage in a duel to the death! What's wrong with you people anyway?"
"Mrs Hartaway", Jone's replied, spreading his hands before him. "I wish it were really all that simple, but I am bound by the laws governing these cases. As much as I hate this, your daughter is legally an adult and as such is entitled under the American Duelling Act of 2013 to challenge and fight anyone she wishes. If it were up to me, I would refuse this challenge in a minute, but even if I did, it would just be reauthorized by the appeals board."
"She only turned 18 a month ago", Mr Hartaway said, looking up and speaking for the first time since they had entered Jone's office. "Isn't there any sort of waiting period on a crazy thing like this. I just can't believe that two teenage girls can come down here and say they want to duel to the death and our government just says, OK."
"I'm sorry", Jones replied, "but the law is clear. Anyone 18 years of age or older can challenge any other competent adult to a duel. The only other requirements are that both of them be in comparable health and of roughly equivalent skill level. In the case of your daughter and the Thompson girl, Ellen, the medical board has ruled them to be in excellent health As for skill level, neither of them has had any formal training at fighting whatsoever. That makes them equal under the law. I can't find any grounds to legally deny their request. I tried, believe me, I've tried. There's simply nothing left."
"What's left", Mrs Hartaway snapped, "is a grown man who plans to lock two beautiful young girls in a room together stark naked and leave them there until one of them is dead!" Half rising from her chair, Mrs Hartaway, trembled with anger until her husband reached gently over and pressed her back down into her seat.
"Its not his fault darling", he whispered, "This was Julie and Ellen's idea, not his."
"Have you spoken to them", asked Mr. Jones. "Surely you or the Thompson's can talk some sense into one of them. After all, if either one of them refuses then the duel is off." "We tried", Mr Hartaway, replied with a sigh. "We talked and screamed and begged, but it like shouting at a wall of stone. Both of them are convinced that this Davis boy, Jim, is the great love of their lives. Neither of them believe they can live without him and have vowed to fight each other to the death to for him."
"That's just you're typical teenager talk", Jones smiled. "They always feel that about their current love interest. In one month, maybe two, neither of them will even remember his name. Can't you get them to delay this even for a little while. I bet even a short delay would allow this whole mess to just blow over."
"We tried", Mr Hartaway, said with a catch in his voice, "God knows we've tried, but they just won't listen. Everytime I talk to her, she just rolls her eyes and say, 'Oh daddy, you just don't understand."
"Well then there is nothing we can do, but let them go through with it", Mr Jones said as he closed the folder. "Still, things may not be a bleak as you might think." As Mr and Mrs Hartaway looked at him, he smiled and said, "Lots of people have these romantic notions about dueling, but the truth, is its as ugly, nasty business. Its one thing to dream about fighting all comers for your one true love. Its another matter entirely to find yourself, shivering and naked in a small room with another shivering naked person and the threat of eminent violence hanging in the air."
Leaning forward, he continued, "we don't advertise this very much, because we want people to consider dueling a serious matter, but the fact is very few duels ever actually take place. Usually, the hour passes and when the door is opened two cold and embarassed people come walking out out of the chamber without ever having laid so much as a finger on each another. That occurs nearly 50% of the time. I've actually had people apologize to me for not killing each other. Its laughable really. I just tell them to forget about it and go on home. They walk out the door and I never see them again."
"In those cases where the opponents do fight, it is still unusual for someone to get killed. The simple true is that most people don't like fighting and aren't very good at it. All it takes is a bloody nose or a split lip and the whole thing is over. That happens in about half of the cases, where anything happens at all."
"But that means that about 25% of the time, they fight until someone does die", Mr Hartaway, said with a worried frown etched on his face.
"That's true", Jones, acknowledged as he sat back in his chair. "There are cases where people have deepseated grudges or major differences that no amount of talking will solve. Many of these could easily end in murder, if it weren't for the availability of the dueling chambers. That was why they were created in the first place after all. To keep otherwise decent people from going to jail for situations that might never occur again in a life time. Still, in a case like this one, I think we can probably hope for the best."
"I guess we'll have to", Mr Haraway said in a somber voice. Rising from his chair, he turned and took his wife's hand. "Come dear, we wasted enough of Mr Jones time for one day."
"No waste at all", Mr Jones hastened to assure them. "I'm just sorry there isn't anything more positive I can do to help. The duel is scheduled for tomorrow morning I believe?"
"Yes at 9:00", Mrs Hartaway replied as she stared into the distance.
"Are you coming to witness it", Jones asked, dreading the answer.
"Yes of course", she answered, "If our little girl has to fight for her life tomorrow, then we have to be here for her, no matter what happens."
Reaching the door, the Hartaways left. Jones sat down again and stared at the folder a few moments, before dropping it on the stack to his left. So much pointless misery, he thought, so much pointless misery...
(The next day...)
The next day, Mr and Mrs Hartaway were at the dueling center by 8:30. Julie had arrived earlier, driven there by her best friend. An attendant, dressed in a white uniform lead Mr and Mrs Hardaway to a small, dark, room, with nothing, but a padded bench bolted solidly to the floor. The bench faced a thick glass wall, looking into a small white room. The walls of room beyond the glass appeared to be covered in vinyl pads.
"What's this", Mrs Hartaway asked as the attendant motioned them inside?
"This is the witness room for the challenger", the attendant replied.
"Why is so dark in here", Mrs Hartaway continued?
"The viewing window is tinted glass", the attendant replied pointing to the glass wall. "By keeping the lights bright in there and dark in here, you can see the duelists, but they can't see you. The glass looks just like a mirror from the other side. It allows the witnesses to watch without distracting anyone in the other room, during the duel."
"What about noise", Mr Hartaway asked?
"The glass is actually, two sheets of plexiglass, each of which is over an inch thick and separated by a small air space. The duelists can't here any sound you make and you can't hear them."
"Oh", Mr Hartaway, replied as he turned away and stared out through the glass.
"There is one more thing I have to tell you", the attendant continued. "Federal law requires that we to lock the door to this room, before the duel begins. We are not allowed to open the door again until after the duel is finished. Frankly these things can get upsetting for family members. On a personal note, I would like to advise you not to stay. Mr Hartaway looked hesitant for a second, but Mrs Hartaway turned and said, "We're staying", in a voice that would brook no argument.
"OK then", the attendant replied, "I'm required to ask."
Turning he quietly left the room and a minute later, Mr Hartaway heard a small click, as the lock was turned. He noticed with a shudder that there was no handle on this side of the door.
Stepping up to the window, Mrs Hartaway, ran her fingers down the cold glass and then stepped back and sat down, folding her hands neatly in her lap. After a second or two, Mr Hartaway joined her and they sat in silence, just waiting in quiet terror.
After a few minutes, a small door opened in the room and Julie entered the chamber. At eighteen, she was somewhat on the tall side and coltishly thin. Her dirty blonde hair, lighter that her mother's, fell loose about her shoulders and hung half way down her back. Her young breasts were small, but firm, riding high on her narrow chest. In the chill air of the dueling chamber, her nipples quickly hardened to thick, pink, points.
She's so thin, Mrs Hartaway thought. She ought to eat more. Mr Hartaway swallowed and looked up, seeing his only child pacing nervously back and forth, naked, in front of the glass. He hadn't seen her this way since she was 12 and his eyes couldn't help but follow the firm, young, muscles rippling in her tight behind, or notice the wispy batch of blonde pubic fur growing from between her shapely legs. He sat in silent horror as below, he felt his manhood stirring turgidly to life.
My god, he thought, I'm getting turned on by the sight of my own daughter, and now when her life may be in danger. What's kind of animal am I, he asked himself. Guilt washed over him like a great black wave, but his penis continued to jerk and twitch with a life of its own, as his eyes wandered over the pale white body of this woman-child that had so suddenly appeared before him.
"Where are the Thompson's", Mrs Hartaway sniffed. "I can't believe they care so little for their own child, that they would miss this"?
"Wha...", Mr Hartaway, replied his mind snapping back to the present.
"Oh they would be in a room just like this on the other side of the chamber."
"Why don't I see any glass then"?
"Uh, that's because there is a partition in the center of the room that separates the two combatants before the duel begins. I read all about it, in the brochure."
Mrs Hartaway, was about to ask another question, when the lights in the room beyond the glass flashed red three times very slowly, then, almost faster, than the eye could follow, the far wall vanished and Julie was no longer alone in the chamber.
Standing across the room, in front of a floor to ceiling mirror, was another nude girl. Ellen was also tall and lean, but a little shorter than Julie. Her hair was a light shade of brown, and her skin was covered in freckles, like some teenage tomboy fresh from a baseball game. Her breasts were a little smaller and her hips a little wider.
The two girls instantly locked eyes on each other...Julie's green eyes, staring deeply into Ellen's grey.
Hands at their sides, they each took a small, hesitant step forward, looking at each other, like it was the first time they had ever seen each other.
Hands clasped in his lap, Mr Hartaway began rocking back and forth, praying silently,...please....please, don't let this happen. Let them argue, let them cry, please let them do anything, but fight. Please don't let this happen...
Mrs Hartaway, watched as the girls drew a little closer. Ellen is not nearly pretty as my Julie, she thought. What could that boy possible see in that flat-chested, little slut?
Stopping several feet away from each other, Julie said something. Mr Hartaway couldn't hear what she said through the thick glass, but he could see her lips moving in profile. Ellen's face hardened, and she took another step closer, wagging a finger accusingly at her rival as her lips formed a soundless reply.
That's it, that's it...he chanted to himself, just talk. You two can just talk this thing out, nothing here to fight about, just keep talking.
As he continued to watch, Julie spoke again, her lips moving silently beyond the tinted glass. Her reply was short and from the set of her lips, probably harsh.
Ellen put one hand on her left hip and stepped a little closer, her head coming up as she spoke again, her tiny chin jutting out at her rival.
After a moment, Julie put her hands on both hips and swaggered closer, her small white teeth bared, her eyes flashing with anger and hate. Now the two girls were almost touching.
Talk...talk...Mr Hartaway pleaded in his thoughts. That girl,s face isn't even pretty, Mrs Hartaway remarked to herself silently. She looks boyish if you ask me. The girls were almost touching now, their slim bodies swaying back and forth, their firm young breasts, just inches apart. They began to step around each other in a tight little circle. Their angry faces screaming at each other as they made violent motions with their hands. It was like watching a kettle come to a rising boil.
Suddenly, Ellen reached up and slapped Julie across the face. Her small hand, leaving a angry red mark on Julie's pale cheek. Everything froze for a moment in shocked silence.
Taking half a step back, Julie touched her tender cheek and looked up again, almost in wonder, then quickly, like a striking snake, she slapped Ellen back, knocking her rival back a step with the force of the blow.
With a soundless scream of rage, the two young girls threw themselves at each other. Their slim, pale, bodies, slamming together with sicking force. Fingers leapt to hair and legs curled around legs as they tangled themselves together and slipped to the floor, locked in mortal combat. With a helpless groan, Mr Hartaway covered his face with his hands, as beyond the glass, the death fight began. Trapped together in a tangled ball of naked, writhing, flesh, the two girls rolled across the floor of the chamber, the battle reflected back from the mirrored wall.
Long, powerful legs, kicked and twisted together as slim but strong arms, tore at hair and scratched bare flesh. Turning over and over, like some crazy human top, the two fighting girls, rolled over and over, ripping at each other furiously. Clumps of blonde hair mingled with brown on the floor as nails left long ragged scratches down pale white skin.
"They're fighting...they're fighting", Mr Hartaway wailed in a small lost voice.
"Yes, they're fighting", Mrs Hartaway, replied with a growl, "and our Julie is going to KILL that man-stealing little slut!"
"KILL HER! KILL HER", she screamed as the two girls battled each other soundlessly from beyond the glass. Fighting in a tight knot they rolled into the far right corner and broke apart, as they struck the wall. Hoping against hope, Mr Hartaway watched, as the two lay on the floor gasping for breath after their frantic struggle. Hope quickly faded as the two girls climbed slowly to their feet and began to stalk each other in the tiny little room.
The initial damage was frightening. Both were covered in shallow, but bloody scratches. A huge purple bruise was forming under Ellen's right eye, where Julie's small fist had struck with love scorned fury. Julie's nose was bleeding slowly as was her split, lower lip.
Crouching, the two slim, young women, circled each other closer and closer. Their hair hung down wildly about their faces as they stared at each other with expressions of murderous hate.
Hands held high and nails out, Julie leapt forward, clawing with one hand for Ellen's face. Ellen slipped quickly to the left and grapped for her rival's flowing, blonde, hair, but was too slow as Julie skipped back out of reach. Ellen darted after her, claws reaching for Julie's soft, young, breasts. Julie quickly slapped her rival's hands aside and raked her left nails down Ellen's tangling right boob.
Ellen screamed and clutched her injuried breast with one hand, while driving her left fist deep into Julie's stomach. Julie quickly doubled over and Ellen seized her hair in both hands before bring her knee up full into her rival's face.
Mr Hartaway, could almost imagine the sound of crunching cartilage and bone as Julie dropped backwards onto the padded vinyl floor. Grinning demonically, Ellen moved forward, straddling her fallen enemy as she bent forward to seize her by her breasts. Her face covered in blood, Julie howled silently as Ellen's nails sank deep into her tender boobs. Grabbing at her rival's hands, Julie's foot shot up and planted itself hard in Ellen's exposed snatch.
In a soundless scream, Ellen stumbled backwards and fell, clutching at her injuried sex. Julie was up in a flash and lunging at her enemy. Ellen rolled to her knees only to have Julie land fully on her back, taking them both down to the floor again in a tangle of flailing limbs.
Julie wrapped her long, pale, legs around the waist of her rival as the left arm snaked across Ellen's throat. Ellen's hands quickly shot up to try and pry the arm away, but Julie hung on with grim determination as her right hand slipped forward and began to crawl the brunette's right boob.
Struggling slowly, Ellen twisted left, then right, her face distorted with pain as she alternately tried to pry the arm from her throat and pull the clawing nails from her aching breast. Reaching back and upwards, she tried to scratch for Julie's eyes, but the blonde kept her face down, making it hard for her rival to find her mark. Finally Ellen hit on another plan, one hand darted down and behind, sliding down Julie's hard, flat, tummy until Ellen's questing fingers found a fine batch of blonde fur. Curving her nails into vicious hooks, she savagely racked her rival's cxnt, sending the blonde scuttling backwards with a soundless wail.
Swarming up and on top of her now, Ellen pounced on her rival. Straddling Julie's stomach, Ellen first clawed at her opponent's breasts and then wrapped her strong fingers around Julie's throat.
Mr Hartaway, sat in stunned silence, like a man watching a wreck in slow motion, at the events unfolding beyond the glass. Somehow the silence made the whole thing feel distant, like a bad dream that was barely remembered upon awakening. Quietly he watched as Julie began to choke and gag while Ellen sat atop her, glaring down as she slowly throttled her rival.
"Kick her, bite her, tear her tits OFF", Mrs Hardaway screamed as she beat her clinched hands in her lap. Julie, struggled on the floor, as Ellen leaned over her, her small breasts hanging down and dripping sweat onto her rival's reddening face. Tighter and tighter she squeezed as Julie's heels pounded the soft vinyl floor. Julie's hands flew to Ellen's breasts and her nails quickly began to scratch and rip at the brunette's delicate boobs. Ellen gritted her teeth in agony as Julie's long red nails covered her breasts in ugly, bloody, marks.
Determination burned in her clear, gray eyes as she only squeezed harder, making Julie's tongue hang from her mouth as her face began to purple.
Suddenly Julie's right hand, sprang from Ellen's breast and raked viciously down her enemy's face. Ellen sat bolt upright as if jolted with electricity. Releasing Julie's throat, she covered her face with both hands. With a surge of returning strength, Julie threw her to one side, where she lay rocking back and forth with her hands still covering her face, as Julie crawled away, gasping for air. Sprawled on the floor, the two hurt girls, lay apart from each other. Julie's color was returning and she slowly got to a sitting position, her legs half crossed in front of her.
A few feet away, Ellen crawled to her knees and sat up dropping her hands from her face.
Mr Hardaway's stomach did a slow roll as he saw the blood pouring from Ellen's right eye. Mrs Hardaway crowed with delight as Ellen fingered her face and screamed noiselessly when she realized her right eye was GONE. Getting her right foot under her, Ellen's face swiveled from left to right, until her good eye spotted Julie sitting only a few feet away from her. With a howl of rage, she threw herself onto the blonde, carrying them both back and onto the floor. Tumbling over and over the fight resumed, as Mr Hardaway closed his eyes and simply wished he could die.
Battling wildly, Ellen forced Julie onto her back and clutching her around the waist with both arms, began to fight her way up Julie's twisting body biting and scratching all the way, like some wild animal.
Julie squirmed in her grip, clutching at her hair and kneeing her in the ribs and sides, but the pain seemed only to enrage her rival and lend her new strength. Ellen worked her way higher until he r questing teeth found Julie's right breast. With a vicious lung, she snapped forward, her fine white teeth closing over Julie's small, pink, nipple.
Julie, screamed and threw Ellen to one side. Sitting up as blood jetted from her right breast. Ellen turned her head and spit something onto the floor. It took Mr Hardaway several seconds to recognize what was left of Julie's half chewed nipple.
The vomit rose in his throat and he dropped to his knees, retching loudly as his wife jumped to her feet and screamed in rage and horror.
Beyond the glass, Ellen was crawling toward Julie again. Julie spun on the floor and kicked her half blind rival full in the head with one beautifully formed foot. Ellen fell back to the floor, stunned as Julie flung herself forward and onto her downed opponent.
As Ellen rose on one arm, Julie locked her legs around Ellen's waist from behind. Falling backwards, she jerked the brunette down and onto the blonde's chest. One slim arm quickly snaked over Ellen's throat. Locking her ankles around her rival's waist, Julie gripped her wrist with her free hand, and began to tighten her grip around Ellen's neck. Tangled again in deadly embrace,it was Julie's turn to grin as Ellen slowly choked. Pulling on the encircling arm with both hands, Ellen squirmed and twisted in her enemy's grip. Clinched tightly, they writhed on the floor together, two once lovely girls transformed now into blood soaked angels of death.
Realizing the futility of pulling on Julie's locked arms, Ellen reached upwards, feeling for her rival's face. Julie tucked her face down and into the niche formed by Ellen's shoulder and neck. Ellen's nails raked her head and pulled at her hair, but couldn't reach her eyes.
Mr Hardaway looked up from the floor to see his wife's face illuminated by the light from the glass wall. All compassion was gone, erased and replaced by an expression of unholy pleasure as she watched her daughter slowly strangle the "other girl".
"She's got her now", she exclaimed, her hands pressed tightly against the glass. "Strangle her! Choke her! Throttle the life out of that little cxnt!", she screamed as she pounded the glass in her excitement.
Fighting fo r her life now, Ellen dropped her hand and reached back between them forcing her fingers between their clinched bodies until her fingers found course fur. With a wail, Julie released the choke hold as Ellen's nails found her delicate sex and dug in, scratching and gouging. Half sitting up, she tried to scoot back, only to have Ellen turn and drop full on top of her. The brunette's nails continued to maul her clit and vaginal lips, even as the blonde seized her rival's hair and shook her head from side to side like a rag doll.
Ellen released her grip on Julie's sex and her nails slashed forward, both hands finding her rival's face. Julie held onto Ellen's hair with one hand, while her free hand clawed for the brunette's left eye. Nails clawed flesh and bodies convulsed as the two tore at each other and then fell apart.
They lay still once more now. Mr Hardaway looked up from the puke spattering his new pants to see them both sprawled face down, blood everywhere as their bodies shook and twitched like puppets on invisible strings.
"No, oh no, they've killed each other", he cried, struggling to get to his feet.
"Shutup you fool", Mrs Hardaway snapped. "She's going to be all right, she's just resting, that's all, just resting."
Lapsing into silence, they stood there, watching as the two slashed and mangled bodies of once beautiful young girls lay trembling on the cold floor.
Slowly there was movement. Julie was first, rising unsteadily to a sitting position and staring outward from two blood streaked sockets that had once held striking green eyes. Across the room, Ellen sat up too, her face now an bloodcaked and sightless as well.
Mr Hardaway trembled now, his heart pounding like some distant drum in his chest. The sickness poured out of him in gasping, wheezing breaths.
"My baby. My baby. Look what that dull-eyed, witless little tramp has done to my baby", Mrs Hardaway howled as she struck at the glass with her fists.
At least its over, Mr Hardaway thought, there's nothing left now. Nothing to do, but wait till they open the door and the attendants take them away to the hospital. Jones had been a fool he thought. In his heart Hardaway had known that there was too much fire and passion in his daughter to let this matter pass unmarked. If only the Thompson girl had been different, he thought bitterly. With surprise, he realized that his wife had fallen silent. He looked up and saw to his horror the events unfolding beyond the glass.
Sightless, blood falling in thick drops from their mangled faces, the two girls were beginning to feel around the room for each other. Blind and on their hands and knees, they crawled forward an inch at a time, supporting themselves with one arm, while the other made wide sweeps, searching for their bitter rival.
Hardaway looked down at his watch. How much time had passed, it seemed like forever. After an hour had passed the attendants would open the door and stop this terrible thing. To his complete shock, Hardaway discovered that only 18 minutes had gone by. Looking up just in time, he saw Julie's hand brush Ellen's as the passed near to each other. Turning toward the contact, they reached outward and touched each other. Moving forward, they gripped each other tightly, both reluctant to give up their hold as they worked their way closer together.
Clutching arms and legs and hair, they pulled themselves to each other and began to wrap themselves together. Exhausted, but driven by some animal urge to hurt and kill, they tangled their bodies together, slowly drawing each other into a tight deadly embrace from which no more than one of them could possible emerge alive.
Legs wrapped over and around each other's body. Arms clutching bloody backs and sweat drenched hair. They twisted more and more around each other until Mr Hardaway could no longer tell where one blood soaked girl ended and the other began. Then, slowly and deliberately, they began to bite at each other.
Julie's head moved inward, and she found Ellen's right breast using her questing tongue. Her teeth quickly closed on the fat little gland and she bite down hard, shaking her head until she ripped a chunk from the savaged breast.
Mr Hardaway felt his stomach flip again but couldn't look away. Ellen curled her head forward and down until she found Julie's left ear and quickly bite half of it off. Julie jerked backwards and then surged forward again forcing her head under Ellen's chin and pushing upwards as she searched for the brunette's throat.
Ellen twisted her head free and pulled her chin in. Pushing downward, mouth open, she found Julie's nose and bit down once more, snapping the tip off before Julie could react.
Julie angled her head back and caught Ellen on the mouth ripping her bottom lip wide open. As blood poured down her chin, Ellen turned her head to the left and forced her mouth into the cleft between Julie's neck and her right shoulder. Julie arched right and found the corner of neck and shoulder on Ellen as well.
Winding tighter and tighter together. They strained against each other in this final embrace. Like two school girls trading secrets, they buried their chins into each other's shoulders. Strong white teeth found soft flesh and began to bite and chew as each battled to open her rival's throat. The struggle had gone beyond teenage attraction and petty rivalry. Now it was an animal struggle for mastery. A savage conflict from which only one could rise the winner, if indeed even one would survive.
Trembling bodies pressed and strained and then suddenly went slack. Crumbled like some worn and discarded dolls, they lay, locked together in bloody union. Mr Hardaway sank to the floor while his wife mindlessly struck the glass with her hands.
Time passed...no one moved. The two tangled bodies lay as if dead. The parents of a once beautiful young girl, too shocked to do more than breath. Finally the red lights flashed again and a door opened. Men in white suits entered the room. Adjusted to a diet of horror, even these stern men, paled at the sight which greeted them.
Moving forward, they pried the bloodied tangle of woman flesh apart and checked for signs of life. The Hardaway's stood silent now, holding their breath in hope that something could yet be saved. The man kneeling over Ellen motioned for a stretcher to be brought. The man kneeling over Julie looked up and shook his head.
As Mrs Hardaway sank to the floor screaming and tearing at her hair, Mr Hardaway watched as the body of his once lovely daughter was placed in a bag, zipped up, and taken away.
Once the girls were removed from the chamber, men came with hoses and began to wash down the walls and floor. Behind them Mr Hardaway heard a distant click as the lock to their room was opened. Staring through the glass, he stared into space as his whole life washed down the drain in the the floor, along with his daughter's blood...
(Three Months Later...)
Edward Jones, slowly flipped through the open folder lying on the desk before him. Like some old rerun of a bad television series, Mr and Mrs Hardaway sat once more before him. He couldn't get the sadness of this out of his mind as he looked at Mr Hardaway's lost and distant face and his wife's half crazy, half crafty smile.
"Mrs Hardaway, I can't believe you really want to go through with this. What's done is done and there's nothing you or I can do to change to past. Won't you please change your mind."
"What's the matter Mr Jones", she smiled. "Am I not a competent adult, choosing of my own free well to challenge a health rival of equal skill"?
"Yes that's true, but this is nothing but revenge and a hollow revenge at that. Fighting Mrs Thompson will not bring your daughter back. Mrs Thompson felt like you did, she opposed that duel from the start. What can you possibly hope to gain by killing someone who has already suffered and shared in your loss."
"Shared in my lose you say", Mrs Hardaway replied, her smile gone brittle. "In case you haven't noticed, her daughter is alive and mine is dead. I don't think you can understand my lose."
"Her daughter is alive yes, but is a blind and mangled cripple. It will take years of plastic surgery to restore her features to even a shadow of their former appearance. I'm not sure that she would agree that she got the better part of this sad event."
"I don't care if she agrees to that", Mrs Hardaway snapped. "All I care about is that she's agreed to fight me and that she's done."
"I don't understand that either", Jones replied.
Like a man talking in his sleep Mr Hardaway said, "My wife told Mrs Thompson that she would kill her daughter one night, if she didn't agree to the duel. She knows my wife doesn't care whether she lives or dies any more and thus is capable of anything. That's why she agreed to the duel, to protect her child."
"Is that true Mrs Hardaway", Jones asked, his eyes gone hard and black. "If that is so, its a felony crime."
"Of course not", Mrs Hardaway smiled, her eyes gleaming in triumph. "That would be illegal, just as you say. But don't ask me, ask Mrs Thompson, she'll tell you the true....I'm sure."
Jone's closed the folder with a snap.
Looking up at Mr Hardaway, he said, "I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do."
Mr Hardaway looked at at him a second and then looked into no where again. His voice distant and detached, he said, "I know, there is nothing we can ever do."
...
The next day, Mr Hardaway stood again in the witness room. Like a bad dream that only comes back again and again, he stared out into the white room beyond the cold, glass. Timed passed like small drops of water falling from a leaking faucet and then a door opened and his wife of 23 years stepped into the room, naked.
Her strawberry blonde hair, shot through with streaks of grey, fell in tight curls around her neck and shoulders. Her heavy, sagging breasts rested just above her somewhat pudgy stomach. She stepped quietly into the middle of the room and turned to face the partition. He could see the dimples in her heavy thighs and the pale, rounded flesh of her fullsome buttock as she waited, hands on her hips. Suddenly the lights blinked red and just as if a magican waved a magic wand, the separating wall was gone, leaving only the mirrored surface beyond and Mrs Thompson. Mrs Thompson, had dark hair, cut short with bangs. Shorter than his wife, she had plump, conical breasts and was wide in the hips. There was none of the nervous pacing of the girls or the hesitation. These were two mature women, who knew why they were here and exactly what they had to do. This was not a fight over summer love or teenage passion. This was two females fighting for their young, one lost and one yet to be saved. Neither of them could leave the chamber satisfied if the other was still alive. Both were willing to die for their cause and both were willing to kill, neither would give mercy or expect it.
Without haste or pause, they simply walked into each other. Bodies met and melted into each other from breast to belly to thigh, as they reached out and gathered each other up in their arms. Clutching each other tightly now, they sank slowly to the floor and began to roll slowly, over and over, locked in what both knew would be a long and brutal fight to the death...
THE END