I am average built, 5’ 8, wheatish complexion. Any unsatisfied ladies/housewives seeking a good company can drop me a mail to So here goes my expe...ience of getting lucky… it was a lazy Sunday and I heard of a new spa that opened up in the area. I decided to pamper myself by getting a good hair spa. When I checked out space, it was very up-market and well-maintained place. When I enquired the various services they offered, I was highly tempted to try out their ‘swedish massage’ and thus began. "This is all ... this whole ... Josh! Everything here, all of it ... women DIE Josh. There's no doctor Josh! There's no civilization, no help! We DIE here Josh. We die young. Men usually die fighting or hunting, but not now, you're solving that!"She took a breath. "But! You're not solving OUR problem, the women. There's no medicine, no midwives, no doctors. There's no new penicillin, no new surgeons. BOUNTIFUL DIED, JOSH!"All I could do was try to hold her, but she shook her head, tears. This was bit after the very early days and the big early losses, during the desperate fighting to delay the orcs long enough to get the corresponding huge armies trained.The battle was slightly larger than average with about five thousand goblinoids led by about hundred orcs against a force of ten war-chanters, thirty blade masters, six portal mages, including my mother, fifteen rangers and ten other specialists trying to delay the enemies long enough for the high command to gather a larger. " She said, speaking the last words with a hint of amusement. It had taken some time for him to learn that some last names denoted a bastard status to the people of westeros. He smiled as he approached her, dropping his clothes and letting her take in his chiseled body. "Still think me a bastard, Lady Tully." He asked as she smiled. "Perhaps. Only a bastard would continue to take a mother while her daughter watches secretly." She said. If it was a chastisement, Jon could only smile and ignore.