“See me? I am a real God! I transcend this world and so many others! My name ... is Zeus! Unlike the Seven, I exist beyond the veil of this realm. D... not judge what you do not grasp or comprehend, Lord Randyll Tarly of Horn Hill! There are many Gods, but my kind is far more powerful than any that live in this particular dimension. I am above all of that, after all. Now, it is up to my servant Roger here whether or not to save your life. So, what’s it to be, Roger? Shall he live or die?” Zeus. When she come back, she found me jes' a-sittin' an' a-rockin' in that ol' rockin' chair she keeps by her bed. I don't know how she guessed what I was gonna do, but she let out a yell an' took off like a rabbit tryin' t' get outa the house. I had t' hound-dog after her an' drag her back. She was a-twistin' an' a-kickin' an' a-hittin' an' a- scratchin' an' a-tryin' 't bite the whole way back from the kitchen. She was in a awful lather. Her face was all red an' she was a-shakin' an' a-shiverin'. I asked her if she had any children and she politely said no. I was not going to push the subject. Her house was clean, polished, and refined. We walked in through to the living room and she told me to grab a glass of water while she left for the bathroom. I grabbed a glass and hung out in the living room, still skeptical of anything possibly happening. I heard the spray of water from the bathroom and realized she was hopping in the shower, making me very aware of my own sweaty body and its. A few weeks later I would get her to sit over the edge of the bed while I massaged her legs, then I would move on to her thighs and massage them; while doing this I would get peaks at her upper thigh and pussy area, but I couldn’t get a clear view of her pussy as she never opened her legs properly. One day She came and stood next to the bed and handed me a little bottle of massage oil and asked me if I could give her a massage. I accepted with evident enthusiasm. I looked at her and told her to.