More giggles.He knocked on my door. "Uh, miss? Are you all right?"Me? I hadn't hit myself on the head with an antique hair blower. I'd hithim. "P...oh!" I said under the covers. I guess I hadn't really hurt him at all. He was a lot bigger than me, I remembered, nearly a foot taller perhaps,with wide shoulders and dark hair cut in a sort of short shaggy,post-Beatles look. And he'd been young, half my original age probably. Which would make him much too old for Amy, me, that is.I squirmed at. I could feel my skin crawl a little. Screw him I thought. I decided to pay with cash, since I expected that he would doubt my credit card was for real. Cash usually worked well. The little clutch bag I carried at night, since we found the murder victim in the deserted factory, contained a money clip with very close to a thousand hundred dollars.Even after I gave him the money, he looked like we were going to steal the towels. He should have known what we were there for, since we didn't have any. I was wearing a fake gotie and mustcahe to make myself look older. i walked into the room they were sitting and saw them. i looked around while making my way, looking for the exit (found it) and everyone elese in the room (about 10 other people). I saw the boys. God they looked beautiful. they were dressed in a collard shirt and jeans. a little under dressed but what ever. me: "excuse me sirs" they all looked.Dylan: yes?me: "im specail agent Tony Baur, with the FBI" i first showed them my. “Or what? You’ll strike me? Just like your father hit your mother!”Joffrey felt his last inch of restraint snap. The little bitch wasn’t ripe enough for him to seed yet, but she would learn her place.“Guards!” as the young king called out the doors burst open as the royal guard stormed into the room and surrounded the suddenly terrified girl.“Let’s see if we can’t get make you a little more gentle. On her knees”Two of the guards to Sansa’s side pushed the girl to her knees; she began to.