“Ok then, let’s do it!” she smiled with a twinkle in her eye. Peter asked incredulously “Really, you’d let me salt and pepper your pussy?”...Kitty laughed and responded, “Of course, what can it hurt? We use good Himalayan Pink Salt Crystals and make our own lemon pepper from all natural organic ingredients. What can it hurt? Oh yea, let’s do it, a peppered pussy, a well-seasoned woman.” Peter started laughing now. He was so lucky to be married to one of the sexiest women on the earth. Who else. “Oh, how lovely. They’re divine. You are gorgeous my dear.” Her elegantly slender fingers gently caressed one of my breasts and then tenderly teased its nipple. Needless to say, my heart was racing! She gently pushed back my blouse exposing all of my upper body. She glided her hands over me and cooed, “You’re beautiful” She squeezed my arms, “and, I must say, very fit,” she uttered sensuously with a wry little smile. She proceeded to undo the belt to my skirt, looking up at me leeringly, “let’s. But it’s my understanding that when they brought you in you told them downstairs that a car ran you off the road. Is that correct?”A nod.“Mr. Azzhat, do you know a Steven Anderman?”A pause and then finally, a nod.“You went to college with him, right?”A nod.“In fact, the other three in your car also went to college with him. You were all part of the same fraternity, right?”A nod.“Mr. Azzhat. Were you all in town to meet up with Mr. Anderman?”Another pause and then a nod.“Did you meet up with him. , “ the High Sparrow preached at me before I cut him off.“Fuck the Faith! Fuck your Sparrows. Fuck your Most Devout, your septons, your septas, your septs, fuck all of that! Listen to me now, bitch. Right now, I’m the closest thing to a god of any kind that you’ll ever meet in your life, as I am the only one who can end it. My name is Roger Waters, I’m a maester’s bastard, so I know the lie behind clever words uttered in pretty vows. I am the new Lord Commander of the City Watch, too. I do not.