The clicking of his heels was now a constant as he rounded the corner, the flirty godets at the hemline of the black silk, bias-cut skirt fluttering w...th every feminine step. The skirt came to slightly below his knees exposing his slender, hair-free legs encased in sheer dark beige pantyhose.'My feet are beginning to hurt,' he thought to himself while looking down at the evening sandals he wore to work today. Maybe he needed a new pair of shoes? Or a job that didn't require him to stand all. When he had told Robin he was keen on her it had been something of an understatement. He was extremely keen on her but he knew that she was a very popular girl and he did not rate his chances high. He had held himself in check, frightened that anything he said or did might cause her to drop him. Certainly they had hugged and kissed and he thought her responses were encouraging but he had never allowed his hands to wander and he had held back from saying anything that might lead her to think. Wildfire.“Prepare the jars! Prepare to launch!” Yara ordered the crew, even as Lord Darren Haerd, her lover and deputy, began to carry out her commands.Now was the test of her strategy. There was no doubt that the ships would burn. The only question was ... what would happen to the wights when they did? Would they swim, contrary to expectation? Would they drown? Would they burn, too? So far, they tended to burn or drown, but what if they took up swimming? What could the Westerosi expect. " The man was in his late thirties and wore a dress shirt, tie, suit pants,and the ubiquitous white jacket that let everyone know he was a doctor. A stethoscopewas draped around his neck. He extended his hand. "I'm glad to meet you.I've been reading your forms and I just have a few more questions that I thinkthis exam should answer." Shannon stood up and accepted his handshake.The doctor continued, "If you'll remove your jacket and blouse, we'llgo ahead and get started." Shannon unbuttoned her.