Jon Arryn was an expert in economical questions, but Lyonel doubted he was telling them to look out for a good harvest in the near future. Lysa, Jons ...ife, had claimed he meant to praise their son. A narrative Lyonel thought to be nothing more than wishful thinking. No one in their right mind would connect Robert Arryn and the concept of strength without putting in some form of negation.A blinding light flashed before Lyonel Baratheons eyes, after which the beds occupant knew exactly what Jon. "Can't you squeeze past?" asked Pat with a slight smile on her face although they both knew that he could not."Um, no, I don't think so," said Ian looking at Pat or more specifically, at her big arse in a black skirt."Why don't you try?" she said with an increased smile, almost daring the younger man to try to push behind her.Ian knew that if he tried they would come into physical contact and his penis knew it too as it started to harden.Ian was still unsure, so Pat goaded him some more, "Are. Aval idupil konjam kuda kozhupu illai, iru mulaiyum perithaaga irunthathu. Soothum sexiyaagave irunthathu, avalai naan kangalaale paathu sigt adika aarambithen, kanimozhiyum ennai aval thanthaiku theriyaamal paarthu sight adithukondu irunthaal.Avalidam konjam kudika neer irunthaal kodungal endru keten? Udane aval antha kudusaiku ulle sendru kudika neer eduthu vanthu koduthaal. Appozhuthu naan athai vangum pozhuthu avain iru kaiyai pidithu vaanginen, aval appozhuthu ennai kamamaaga paarthaal.. Now I'd wished I'd taken the damned meds. She was right, it was a ransom note. The standard bullshit about not going to the police or you'll never see her again, blah, blah, blah; a number, a pretty big number, to be transferred to a numbered bank account in China and a deadline. It looked legit; if it was then it looked like Tink had been taken."What do the cops say?" I asked."Our lawyers said not to call them," she answered still crying. The shysters were probably right for once. If history.