"The door creaks open and Catelyn's eyes linger on her son for a moment longer, before lifting to greet the newcomer. She pauses entirely at the rough... dirty, rag-clad man in the doorway. A blade flashed in his hand and he mumbles unhappily as he crossed the room to Bran, "You weren't supposed to be here. No one was supposed to be here."Her scream of surprise turned to a scream of terror as the dagger plunged at her throat, only halted by her hands releasing her robe - revealing her nude body -. She began to walk closer as I lit the joint and we both got comfortable on the bed. She opened up to me a bit and told me more about herself. She said she was almost 70 and that she had just moved to South Portland about 10 years ago and about how she always loved the beaches in the area. I made a joke about how I wouldn’t be able to contain myself if I saw her in her swimsuit. “Oh your just saying that, I’m sure you have a lot of young ladies chasing after you” she was blushing a bit and I. His l****a was all he thought about. At times he would try not to think about her in ways that no father should think about his own daughter, but he really couldn't help himself. At night that's when the dreams would come. They were not dreams of Teddy Bears and lolly pops. No these dreams were hot and nasty, the kind of dreams that fuel his lust for her. The very first dream had him waking up in a cold sweat. The image of her long lean brown naked body coming to his bed. Standing. The mob of village women was orderly and eating with each other as I entered with Palus and Swarta. Laudus greeted us at the door kissing each of my ladies on the cheek and savoring my lips for a few moments. "Good morning, my Lord," Laudus said, and then exited the woman's center. A few older former widows stood within the entrance too, each greeting us in turn as Laudus did and then leaving for their duties. Warm greetings and kisses preceded each foot I took, as I edged closer to my favorite.