Grabbing my shorts by the waistband, she pulled me closer, her eyes not leaving mine. Then she looked down and as my chest almost touched her protrudi...g, heaving breasts, she licked up the rivulets rolling down my chest. Following through, she let go of my shorts, lifting onto her bare toes and licked the moisture of my neck before biting lightly into the skin below my left ear. “Hmmmm, testosterone… yumm!” she whispered. Still standing close, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over. I appreciate youbeing honest enough to own up to it, though. Tom Chapman didn't even tryand bring it up when I saw him." That's very good of you Marcus," I sighed with relief. I'd done somepretty mean things to Marcus when we were in school and judging by lookshe could throw me the length of the train carriage now if he'd wantedto. "You saw Tom Chapman again? When was that?" Ah, he turned up to an interview at my company the other day. Needlessto say I didn't hire him after what he did!" Marcus. I looked over at Keith and gave a little half smile. He was looking downand turning red."It's okay, dude."I thought about the single tap. E. Which meant-"So..."I tapped out the letters M-D-M-A on the table. Keith nodded."I see." So I assume you'll want some," said Max."Why is that?"He looked confused. "Because you were asking us for some last night?"Interesting. "Maybe later," I said.The food arrived. Keith had orange juice and a grapfruit. Max had some kindof special that included eggs,. .. she was long past delicacy of any sort.“Of course, milady. I meant no treason, mind you, just pointing out the prospective suitors, as you no doubt have considered to at least an extent, even with this whole dreadful business of war, both with the Dead and with the Lannisters. After all, there’s no guarantee that your brother’s union with Daenerys Stormborn will bear fruit any more than her marriage to that Meereenese nobleman did, or her rumored affair with a mercenary called Daario.