He’s been rather quiet this week since his last raid,” Tormund cautioned now.“That’s quite possible. The Night King is clearly resourceful, mo...e so than we at times, alas. He can be rather devious and he has had thousands of years to plan this second war of his. He has probably learned from his previous blunders by now. He could be up to anything at the moment, and poor Sandor is in no shape to fight him off alone. I had hoped to put him to good use, but so far, he has only been thrown into. “Hi Molly,” I said brightly.“You’re in good spirits,” she enthused. “Is that good or bad.”“It’s pretty good,” I admitted. “What can I do for you?”“I was wondering if you’d made any progress on our little arrangement?”“Our little arrangement?” I asked incredulously.“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” she asked.“I haven’t forgotten,” I said slyly. “In fact, I’ve laid the groundwork for almost all of you.”“Almost?” she asked airily.“Everyone but you is accounted for,” I said flatly.“Saving the best. I quickly peeked into Mr. C’s office. “Sir … uhmm … Mr. Olsen is here …”He rose up from his desk and quickly closed the space to the door where he stretched out his hand. “Gerald! Wonderful. So glad you could come.” I was still confused. This meeting wasn’t on his schedule. He looked at my reaction with a laugh, “Do you think I am completely helpless without you, Abby?”Mr. Olsen remarked as his eyes scanned my body covered only in heels and stockings, “Tell, Joe, does Abby even own any. It clung erotically to her skin in such a way that every movement she made filled me with a great desire.I might have expected her to cover herself with her hands, or perhaps hide her modesty under the sheets while I disrobed, but Rose languidly stretched her body as she watch me reveal myself to her. All the while, her deep brown eyes sparkled with a playful glint, and her gaze shamelessly flowed down my body until it came to rest on my growing manhood.Reaching out, she took me into her hand.