The Stormlands is known for its windswept coasts and forests, the Reach for its fertile soil, and Dorne for its sweltering desert climate. You might b... able to hunt in the Stormlands' vast forests. In contrast, the Reach could use your help bringing in their bountiful harvest, and the people of Dorne would surely appreciate some help digging wells.In the East lie the Vale, ruled by House Arryn, and the Crownlands, ruled by the King of Westeros from his capital of King's Landing. The Vale is a. “Weren’t you at Brian’s house? I thought you were staying the night?”“We broke up. He really sucks in bed.”Leslie sat next to her daughter on the couch and rubbed her back. Her daughter was very upset.“What did he do that upset you?”“First, he had a small dick. Second, he didn’t know how to fuck!”“That’s a shame. Have you been with a lot of boys to compare?”“Not that many, but enough to know how good it feels when it’s done right.”“Was Brian mad at you?”“Not really. He was probably glad that he. Some of us may have had our doubts in the beginning…myself included," he admitted with a wry grin. "But you never gave up on us, and you never let us give up no matter how hard it got. You didn't just bring us through this mission Commander, but you helped to save everything we hold dear and fight for to begin with. Thank you. Hip hip." "Hooray!" the Normandy crew shouted in unison as Pressley led them in an old traditional cheer. The normally hard Commander felt a knot in her throat and tears. Two days later the doctor told him he could go home. He decided against discussing whether he had one. The nurse brought him the suitcase that was supposedly his, so he might find some clothes to wear. He found silk camisoles and satin panties, bras, garter belts and pairs of stockings. On top of them was a pink nylon apron with frilly straps.Half an hour later the nurse asked him why he wasn't dressed and ready. He blushed deeply and shrugged, kicking the open suitcase with a dangling foot..