....The fine English ladies over tea.A beautiful,young,British maiden ravished and sodomized by a dark heathen.Dreadful?Awful?Evil?........Maybe if th...y knew what she had just experienced they would be insanely jealous!The large tent was spacious and brightly lit.Mansod,reclined on a heap of multi-coloured,poufs.Nibbling on a bowl of dates.He took the pitless fruit in his mouth,chewing like a horse.The interior of the tent was heady with the aroma of incense.To his left sat ten chatting young. The same goes for her full and plump lips, but while her eyes, much like their mothers, could also mean your demise, her lips are the promise of passionate kisses and mischievousness in its most naughty variant.Oh, if I didn’t love this universe already, I’d be head over heels now, Lyonel thought to himself and wondered if his “sister” had inherited the susceptibleness to “close familial relationships” his “mother” was prone to. It’s a long way from Kings Landing to Winterfell and he vowed to. There are rounds going off, people getting wounded and people dying. That's combat."The Major came over and looked at the nick on my stalk and said, "This is what happens to Special Ops guys when they get sent home. Is he fit for duty?"The corpsman was finished patching me and said, "He'll need some stitches, but he'll be alright for now. I'm waiting for him to come down and go into shock."Dave said, "You'll wait till hell freezes over. Once you've been through it several times, you don't get. And I know you pissed her off big time. She called me immediately after she heard your stupid message, and boy was she angry.”Ninon looked at Donna with a very serious look.“And for the record, I am pissed too. I have gently trained you, I have been nice to you, I let you know what you were up to. And still you did something as stupid as this.”“It was Vivian, she convinced me...” Donna started, but stopped.“I’m not going to put the blame on Vivian, she is dead!” she thought, “How can I say such.