All that was left were her tiny white panties, thigh high white stockings, and a garter belt I had failed to notice before. Something was missing. "Pu... your veil back on," I ordered. She disappeared and came back with her veil on, flowing about her tanned shoulders and naked back. Perfect. I slid to the foot of the bed and placed my hands to hold her hips. I kissed her belly down to the band of her panties, and up her ribs to the birth of her tits. She lifted one leg to kneel on the bed as I. After a couple years Hector designed a better, more “intimate” interface that allowed him to flash-read my reactions, see through my eyes and augment my memory. It was like having a superior fully-indexed Wikipedia built into my head. Bloody amazing.At first I had to learn an odd pidgin language that Hector could understand. During the first few weeks our dialog was painfully stilted and exacting. Looking for common world views which were defined by easily agreed on defined symbol libraries we. I would pass the information here and there between them and also would make them confused about each other so that I could get some money. About me, I could get the advantage of my dad. Now I understood the whole thing how to lead the life. I was making a plan how to them close as they have not thought and could get money. Here at home, I wanted to be a good girl means Dad is dad how he is, it does not matter. I saw ups and downs but everything would be up now.Now I wanted to tease my father. Well, for now, at any rate. That was a wonderful holiday in King’s Landing, but it wasn’t to last forever, was it?As for Tyrion, who knew? It was hard to say with the Imp. He definitely still drank like a fish, but whores were harder to come by of late, on this northward march that was much more about marching to face the enemy, the Army of the Dead. At least the drinking seemed to keep his mind sharp, a paradox that still bothered and puzzled Ser Jorah. It was, after all, the opposite of what.