“As a maester, I highly recommend it. It would make it easier for me when chronicling this era. ‘Ser Bronn Blackwater’ sounds more aristocratic,...and yet in step with the times, than your current formal designation. House Blackwater can pass Castamere down from father to son, said son can then be ‘Lord Blackwater,’ can point with pride to your legacy as a hero of Blackwater Bay, that kind of thing. Any thoughts of names? Gilly and I were thinking of a few for her next little brat. A fat little. Halfway down the stairs I started hearing my mom's voice mixed with Margie's coming from the basement. They weren't talking or laughing. I remember catching my breath as I realized what I was hearing. My mom was moaning, breathless. I knew what I was hearing but couldn't believe it. I reached the bottom of the steps and turned down the hallway to the kitchen. I was barefooted and wearing just a long tee shirt, so I'm sure I made hardly a sound as I traipsed into the kitchen. My eyes. She remembered hitting the water, but the next thing she remembered was waking up on a beach. She blinked her eyes and looked around. It seemed to be about the same time, the sun was still hot, and the ocean was the same color. She looked around her and found the island was a riot of green, going right down to the ocean.How unusual, she didn't remember anything. She also noticed the trees, while looking familiar, had strange fruit, purple and red and shiny and seemingly burning. Not knowing. When he came, I wrapped myself around him and held on tight as we driftedoff to sleep.**That night changed everything. Finally, months after arriving at hishome, Roberto and I had our honeymoon. He was a voracious lover and I washis plaything. He showered me with wonderful lingerie and I sashayed aboutlike the Queen of Sheba. Some days he wanted me in my chastity, othertimes I wore one of my now large collection of butt plugs. But no matterwhat I wore, I lavished all my attention on him and.