Do you understand me?"Jane was still in a bent over position with her backside well-battered but she nodded her head in assent and promised her husban...,"Yes husband, I will be attentive to Master Higgins needs and will be ready to service him when he is in need."Jane noticed lately that the village folk had taken to whispering behind her back and she feared the full extent of her sexual exploits were the subject of much rumor-mongering behind her back. The spell of the wicked witch was so. Another sound came to her: Cutie crying. If her friend was crying, Janelle, even dead, wanted to help and comfort her. She moved toward the shower, and passed through the translucent wall!It was the wall thing which startled Janelle. She had been in Cutie's bathroom dozens of times, and seeing her friend naked was no big deal -- they saw each other naked at least five times a week after PE or Swim Team practices. Some weeks, when there were extra practices, and a Saturday practice or a meet,. Three hours later I had the cook shack pretty well cleaned up, and set up camp there. The doors and windows had been boarded up, which kept all the animals out. The shack was well insulated, airtight and had double pane windows. There were two rooms on the side of the building. One would’ve been the bedroom for the cook. The other was probably an office with an indoor toilet between the two of them. The place had been wired for electricity and there was a three holer, out back that was still. Just how many of these new wights did the Dead have on hand to throw against Pyke and the Night’s Watch, anyway? Did Tormund Giantsbane and Sandor Clegane now had any to spare for relief to the castle or not? If so, would they send such troops or wait to see if this was a diversion and the main onslaught was against them?For that matter, what about Yara Greyjoy, the much vaunted Queen of the Iron Islands, known by her epithet of Yara the Bottomless? Would she appear any time soon, and if not,.