We realized just how conservative this was once we got to the dining area. Most of the men were in shorts, t-shirts and other typical tropical attire....It was the women that thrilled. Some were strutting around in teddies and baby dolls while others wore string bikinis with wraps. They had just had a body painting contest so several women wore what looked like flowered tops at first glance. But a second glance revealed erect nipples barely disguised with paint.After dinner Sally changed into one. It had been a long day and I hadn't eaten much considering what I'd been up to for much of it. Food was greatly appreciated.He wanted to know about the seizure of the bireme so I told him about it, leaving very little out of my description of the battle. What he was most fascinated about was the fact that I'd flown into battle on the grav bike. Of course he didn't refer to the grav bike as one. Instead he called it a flying horse. I smiled at that simple description and didn't correct him. All. Make you bear my child in your Womb. A new Heir to the Riverlands." Jon said as Catelyn'seyes widened in lust and shock though not even trying to resist."I'll give you a nice going away present from our encounter today. And after that I think I'll pay aunt Lysa a visit as well and get a foothold on The vale. Leave her nice and pregnant with my heir after a tumble or two. My children will be in charge of the north for generations to come and all because you were a lustful little Whore. I'll give. There were presents at the table. Rory walked in. There was the sound of wood scraping against wood, and then a blur of blue. Next thing he knew, Rory was on the floor, flat on his back and the back of his head hurt just a little. “Happy Birthday tiny one!”, Amy screamed. “Don't call me tiny! And that hurt!” Rory retorted, a tad irritated. His mother rushed over. “Amy! get off your brother!” she said with a stern voice but a smile on her face. “Junior is 9 today!” came his father's booming.