Starting from the top left corner of the glass panels, I begin counting the blinking lights. I used the same trick when I was younger, if nothing I di... could make me fall unconscious.One...Two...Three...Fou- something catches my eye.The silhouette of a bulbous head, with gleaming white eyes stares menacingly at me. A small, Rattata squeak escapes my lips as I tighten the grip on my sheets. Maintaining eye contact for a few brief seconds, the head ducks down, and the sound of something heavy. We were never truly divorced. There was no annulment, either. I am still lawfully your wife and you are still my husband. Just because you’ve fallen for a Queen who can never give you herself, her body and soul, especially not her heart, doesn’t mean that you’re hers. You’re mine, Ser Jorah, just as I am yours. And I’ve come back to get what belongs to me,” Lynesse persisted, still a bit shaken that Ser Jorah didn’t just fall at her feet in gratitude for getting her back.“No, I’m not yours. I don’t know where she got the energy as she told me she had to work late 3 nights that week. She always seemed horny and turned on. I ran her a bath when she called to say she would be home soon. She loved to soak in the tub and it was not long till she slipped her naked body into the bubbles. I enjoyed picking up her dirty clothes to take them to the laundry basket her panties were always wet smelling of sex and sometimes had the smell of spunk on them. She said it was mine, from the night. The whole idea made her sick.The next day was without incident and the day after that Sloan went home. He had promised to bring Sara to meet them as soon as possible. The days passed quickly and nothing strange happened until one morning Jamie went out early. He was headed to the bunkhouse when he noticed that there was something on the hood of his truck. It was a hammer. His front window was shattered, and the front seat was slashed. Nothing was missing inside but someone did quite a number on.