That was no shock. Even a self-appointed Ironborn king could not stand against a sellsword of such quality as Ser Bronn after all. I saw Euron as he c...ept into the same room and prepared to fall upon Ser Bronn. I slashed at Euron with my cutlass and picked up Balon’s sword with my other hand and attacked him with that. Euron fell in utter shock as I chopped off his head at last.“You have paid the iron price, my dear knight of the Blackwater. The Iron Islands are now yours by right of conquest.. To them, social skills were not necessary to be a scientist.My mum was not interested in the concept of further education, for she was a widow and could not afford such fripperies – as she thought of university – and she saw it as unnecessary for a future life. To her, my future was as a factory worker, bringing in some cash to the household. Again, it was the teachers who came to my rescue, finding me grant aid from the school and from the university; persuading my mother that by allowing me. I have to thank Elena for teaching me all those things)Suddenly she saw something on the cabinet beside the washtub.Jen: (Hey wait a minute, is that? What the fuck?)She saw her mom’s dildo sitting on the stand. Jen grabbed that and went back to Elena.Jen: Elena, what the hell is this?Elena: What? Heh?Jen: You took this from my home! I searched everywhere!Elena: Hey, I was going to give it back, eventually.Jen: Seriously Elena, what the fuck!Elena: I’m sorry.Jen: Well, I’m taking this back home. We introduce each other and are greeted by the store owner, Sandy. She is in her mid- to late-twenties and of fair build. It is almost closing time, but that didn't seem to matter. "You caught me just in time," Sandy says. Sherry explains that she would like to get some slacks and that she wanted to see if she could measure me up, as well. "I'd be most delighted," Sandy says with a sweet smile. After switching the sign to "Closed" and locking the door, the three of us go to the sewing area in.