Ragnar0k,
I seem to recall some time ago, in one of our exchanges, that you wondered if you could write a decent sexfight story.
Well, I'd like to say right now that such reticence is/was completely unfounded. This is a great story! I'm enjoying it immensely.
But, Ragnar0k (if that's your real name) don't think I can't see what you're doing here!
There I was, on the edge of my seat, (I always sit on the edge of a seat. I don't know why. It's uncomfortable, but I've gotten used to it.) expecting this daughter/daughter battle to be settled. But at the end, Laura leaves the hotel room and nothing is resolved!!!
You devious bastard!
This is all part of some wicked, evil and yes, heinous plan to compel me to continue reading, isn't it?
I can just see you right now, in some ominous looking old castle on the coast that the villagers avoid because of the evil doings inside, crouched over beakers and test tubes in its dimly lit laboratory, rubbing your hands together in Renfield-like fashion, screaming to no one..."I'll show them who's mad!!!"
Seriously though. I'm now looking forward to getting into "The French Exchange." Excellent work, brotha man.
(Shak gave me permission to call you that.)
A.P.
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