Then she looked at me and told me I knew what I had to do. I picked a day and I decided I would tell her sorry, and that I loved her too. I got lucky... almost like the fates helped me, and it was a day she was all alone in the house. I knocked on the door, and she asked who it was, I didn’t answer, thinking that if I did she wouldn’t open the door. She opened the door, and when she saw me she just left it open and went back into the house. I followed her and closed the door. She went to her. He could be very intimidating when he needed to be and he knew it – and didn’t give it much thought other than that. Although she could swear sometimes there was a shadow of something else. These eyes were so much to her. She’d never felt more beautiful in her entire life than when he was looking at her. Finally he leaned in to kiss her. She loved kissing this man. He knew exactly how she liked to be kissed – because he liked it the same way. Passionate, hard, and neat. Never getting sloppy. “Yes, well, speaking of marriages, I’ve had an offer from Lady Melessa Tarly of Horn Hill. She offers her daughter, Lady Talla Tarly of Horn Hill, her hand in marriage to our Devan. Imagine such a match, by every god known to man! Our boy ... married to the heiress of Lord Randyll Tarly himself! That would make Samwell Tarly, the Grand Maester, his brother-in-law, too. What do you think, dear ... and what do you think, Salladhor Saan?” Lord Davos asked both his wife and his old friend at. My heart begins to race. This is it! My sweet little wife is going to have sex with another man. I feel jealous, excited, aroused and rejected all at the same time. Now I return to reality. My head clears as the sound of silence sets in. I listen-nothing. About 30 seconds, which seemed like and hour, still nothing. Then I hear the sound of movement. Are they engaging in sex? More time goes by and I then hear the sound of pleasant laughter. I visualize him laying on his back. My wife straddles.