“Good morning, Mr. Wendt!” a voiced boomed from the back of the empty room. Chip could see the shadow of the large man, and he moved in his direct...on. “What the fuck is this?” Chip whined, “You want to play spy, get someone else to do your shit for you!”“That’s fine with my employers,” said the man, “But I’ll need the initial payment back.” Chip was only a few feet away now, and he could see the man was bigger than he first thought. “I don’t have it,” Chip’s voice dropped off, “Fucking divorce. We then stopped at a few women's apparel boutiques to pick up some packages. It seemed that the women were out shopping also, but their car wouldn't hold their "loot". My Amex card took a real beating that afternoon.The driver and I became close friends since I was forced to sit in front with him. The entire back seat was filled with purchases from the women's shops. Back at the house he and I made quite a few trips up to the bedroom before the limo was empty. The ladies were waiting. Her only stipulation was not to kill Euron or remove his arms and legs.Daenerys wanted to see pain and humiliation, and she watched hours of it.Offa used heated tongs to stretch Melisandre’s nipples. Melisandre showed signs of agonized pain. The Red Witch cried out in a language that Daenerys could not recognize that sounded something like Old Valaryan but with distinct differences. It seared her skin but a trace of a smile appeared on her beautiful face as she endured the stretching of her. ” Judy said without looking at him. “What was on that door?” She asked. Both men turned to look at the bedroom door at the far end of the hall. It was painted white but there was about a square foot of area at head height where it was brighter. There must have been a picture or something hung on the door keeping the area clean. “No idea.” Al told her. Sandy laughed. “My wife has quite an unusual eye for detail.” He said. Al looked at her and smiled “Would you like to take a look inside?” He.