“You do not trust anyone, and yet you seek me out,” the Red Witch appeared flattered as she stood and approached Daenerys. Melisandre had a way of...wielding her tits the way a man wielded a sword. She could mesmerize with her exquisite beauty. She had a mystical and dangerous quality about her and a morbid expression of detachment at all times. She did not fear death or the wrath of a jealous queen. She knew exactly why she was here.“You wish to know if the dreams will end? No, they will not,”. "8:00 AM" I tell him."I’ll be down in a few minutes" he says getting up and getting dressed.I leave heading down stairs and starting the bacon and eggs. Ten minutes later max enters the room "I thought you’d have the women cooking" he says seeing me in front of the stove."I like to cook, but usually the women do the cooking in the afternoon" I tell him putting the bacon and eggs on a plate and serving him."Aren’t you having anything?" he asks seeing me turning off the stove."When you finish. Add to all of that the fact that he was just about the nicest guy you’d ever want to know and I was head over heels. I tried to be near him as often as possible no matter how much sleep I lost while splashing out load after load every night fantasizing about him. I was driving myself crazy with mad desire for him but I couldn’t make a play for him in this early 80’s small town. I wasn’t as worried about being found out as I was over the possibility of losing our friendship. In retrospect I now. These were the last twenty-eight out of seventy. They were also the most fractious. The foals and yearlings were an added bit of confusion but mostly it was the horses we were after that gave us trouble.Three big mares and one nice sized stallion broke through the line almost at once. They knew what was coming and made their break while there was still a large spread between the hazers. I already knew they were going to be sad to find out we weren't giving up easily.The foals and yearlings were.