But the unexpected event that was about to unfold forces us to such situations.A week ago we got into a heated argument. That argument got started whe... I got home from a bad day at work with my bully of a fucking white trash supervisor. Stressing out I emptied bottle after bottle of beer, Gaolee came into the room wearing a very sexy one-piece lingerie. She crawls on top of me, rubbing and touching me. She whispers “Hun, I need your hard cock, like right now”.I told her I’m not in the mood and. Next, the murderous Freibergs were in the area andnow this whole Bromberg situation.I glanced at my watch and saw that it was time to go for my finalfitting of my wedding gown. I excused myself and headed over to theshop.As I mentioned earlier, my wedding gown was very old, although it lookedbrand new. It had been passed down from generation to generation forhundreds of years, and one day it would be worn by my daughter.The seamstress was a woman named Leslie and yes she was magical. She. " Oh getting ambitious are we?" David. I have twenty years with zero rations, I need to catch up, even if it kills me." More likely it will kill me." Oh no. I shall be very gentle with you."Ann arrived at my house just after seven. She was wearing a long coat. Now I had a fantasy for years that one day a woman would meet me wearing just such a coat, and would open it to reveal herself completely naked. Ann did just that. I took her in my arms, kissed her lips, kissed her breasts, then dropping. Just know this. You will never grace my bed again. Are we clear? That’s over. Done. Not just because of this. Also because of why Tyrion wanted you to stay behind. I’m getting married. This morning. At dawn. To Jon Snow, of House Stark, the King in the North. We will rule Westeros together, as King and Queen, husband and wife. You knew that this day was coming the moment that I left you behind and told you my reasons. This won’t be like my Meereenese marriage. It’s already one of flesh, not.