First, he was exhausted mentally and physically.The bathing routine was a very embarrassing and humbling experience andit only got worse. He had to b...ush his hair one hundred times. He hadto learn a facial cleansing and moisturizing routine. Finally, afterpulling on a pink hairnet, donned a bright yellow nylon and chiffon babydoll nightie with matching ruffled grannie panties. By that point hecould barely keep his eyes open and the psychotropic drug was takingover. Before Rachel left, put. And Daario Naharis,” Ser Jorah let that last bit of bad news sink in really hard.“Uncle Benjen ... dead? I thought that he was dead once, only to learn that he was only half-dead from Sansa and Theon. And Howland Reed ... a very close friend of Father ... sorry, Uncle Ned. It still takes some getting used to the idea that the man who raised me as his bastard son was my uncle, not my father. Thoros of Myr ... a Red Priest famed for wielding a flaming sword into battle. Far better known as a. ...As I continued to ponder it laying there looking at myself in the mirror, I got this excited feeling. So with one swift movement, I threw the covers to the side. Only thing looking back at me was myself in a t-shirt and panties. the t-shirt went about half way down my thighs, so I could only get a little peek of my white panties that I was wearing. Then I lifted the shirt, just until it was to my belly button. I took each thumb and hooked the fabric clinging to my hips, holding my panties up. After a few minutes I heard the toilet flush and Barbara rejoined us.“Everything OK?”“Yeah, fine.”We all continued chatting for a while, but when Sue finished her wine, she announced that it had been a long day; and that she was going to shower and turn in early.It was barely past 9 o’clock when Barb and I found ourselves alone again. I was surprised that she went right back to where she left off—sitting very close to me, we were soon ‘making.