You really aren’t dressed to go out with me. Let me change real quick and I’ll take you home so you can change. While you’re changing, I’ll ex...lain to your parents the new project we’ve taken on and the necessity to go out on Saturday nights. It’s project prom.”“So you see, prom is like a big thing for me and I know Jacob is a little inexperienced about these things. So, we need to get things ready.”“Things like what?” Mom asked. I’d changed into my slacks, a button-down shirt and dress. “You can always make me tell you.” Come on… hint number three. His grin spreads across his face as he steps so our bodies touch each other. “Oh really,” he whispers, “and what would that entail?” What? He wants me to say it. Oh boy oh boy. His muscular body presses against me and I shiver. “What do you want me to do?” he breathes leaning down. I close my eyes thinking he’s going to kiss me, but he nuzzles my neck instead. “Hmmm,” I groan deep in my throat. “Tell me,” he insists. “I want you…” I. "Sorry? Who's this?" I replied."Deleted my number did you? I'll give you a clue if you'd like?" Go on..." The last time we saw each other we were both naked in my tent." Emily???" Glad to hear you still remember me. See you soon ;-) xxx"I didn't reply and quickly deleted the message, but saved the number as "E" in my phone.*Later that day I was out for a run when I bumped into Dave who was out walking his dog with his little sister Emily in tow. I tried to wave a hello and swerve past, but Dave. “What of Lord Walder Frey in the Twins?” Ser Loras dared to mention that old prick.“Well, as to the Boltons, I can answer in a word. Dead. All of them. Dead. Well, Walda Frey or should I say, Walda Bolton, is still very much alive, but she’s a hostage at Winterfell against the good conduct of the Bolton bannermen. Rickon Stark now rules in Winterfell. Yes, he’s alive after all. Perhaps a deal can be reached with him or his sister Sansa, assuming that he doesn’t cast his lot with Stannis.“One.