“Well, I have some more work to do, in any case. I arrived here, fully expecting to die and never return to life. I did not plan to live longer than...this point. You can thank your fellow Red Priestess for that. Melisandre. She told me that I have to die here, in Westeros, just like her. Well, I have died. In Westeros. I just never thought that I would come back from the afterlife, except that apparently, there isn’t an afterlife. How strange is that? A god who brings people back, but doesn’t. “Abbi, no... I... I can't.” He said, finally. “Please, I've waited so long.” He sighed, and let is actions take precedence. He kissed me swiftly, and by the way he was breathing, I knew he was hard again. We went into his back seat, and he pulled the seats down so that we had more room. He shared one last, hot kiss with me, then started to take off my blouse. I was thankful at that moment only that I had worn my beautiful green and black lace bra that showed almost my whole breasts. He looked. .controversial to you, but we are paying you way more than you could earn from a similar job. And I know that this method is being used in the most lucrative jobs I London and New York...You know, record companies, movie productions, TV companies…The last part was of cause a lie. “So, in short, if you don´t want to be a part of this, I want you to leave right now...The next bus leaves from the village in about two hours, if you hurry you should be able to make it in time…No one said anything or. “I’ve got her address. She’ll be fine.” I heard the elderly Asian taxi-driver tell my friend. I looked forward and spotted his dark brown eyes staring back from the rear-view mirror as he adjusted it. Not realising what he was doing I smiled back at him.“You look like you’ve had a good night” the man grinned through his tobacco stained teeth.“Yes…yes I have.” I slurred as I remembered the shafting that I’d just had from Alex.The taxi sped around a corner making me slide along the back seat..