She said ‘Sir I have emailed you the gifting chart for this year. Need your opinion on a few names.’She stood next to me while I opened her mail a...d began reading it. The list was long and she bent down a bit to point out a few names and asked me ‘should this person be in category A or B?’ While she was pointing this out to me she was very close to me and I could smell the perfume that she was wearing. The fragrance was almost like a ‘come take me on’. While giving her the answer, I looked at. It's not like we haven't been through this dozens of times before. You know I'll catch you eventually.This time, you don't even make it out of the bedroom - I grab your arm as you get up, just above the elbow. I manage to brace myself well enough to drag you back towards the bed in a single motion, yanking your body backwards and lifting your feet clear off the floor. You land awkwardly on the bed, more shocked than anything - you were accelerating towards the door one second and flat on your. His parents loved one another, and married at the Isle of Faces. The babe is the heir to the Iron Throne." He managed to say whilst looking into her eyes, but soon dropped his own as his voice turned to almost a whisper and tears grew in his eyes. "I promised her I'd protect him.."Catelyn was stunned. This was a huge shock to her, knowing that this boy was the child of the two who began the war that had changed Westeros. Whilst she was internally glad that her husband had remained faithful, she. Frank whistled softly as he looked over to the corner. Blushing furiously and obviously simply dripping with embarrassment, Betty Anderson was standing in the corner with her face to the wall like a naughty but overgrown child. She was costumed perfectly for Frank's purposes--white blouse, pleated black jumper, black stockings and spike heeled black patent leather pumps with straps from behind the ankle tied in a large bow in front. The jumper was hemmed to end a few inches higher than the.