" She stood up holding the girls hand. Looking right atthe Director of the intelligence agency she said, "Isn't that rightCardinal?"Not waiting for an...answer she walked out to find the others alreadythere.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++In a building run by yet another agency a very different interview wasbeing conducted."Miss Owens, please just answer the questions." I already told you I know nothing about Aliens or conspiracies or whatnot. I run a respectable Ballet theater,. She wears her dark hair long and often tied in ponytail. She's got a piercing at her navel and a little rose-shaped tatoo at the bottom of her back, but she's not otherwise really audacious or adventurous. She's not a vulgar bitch nor a "try any drug" girl. She just lives a cool life by her parent's while finshing economics studies. She had a couple of boyfrineds but nothing really outstanding and their sex life was rather average. Now she's single. In order to get some money, she still goes. I was so fucking turned-on by this classy lady that I'd have made love to her on the spot had she made the offer! As it turned out, she was parked only 2 cars away from me, so I was able to steal glances at her as we both loaded our purchases into our back seats. She was driving a newer-looking, white Suburban, and I had to wonder if she was Mormon (Suburbans are jokingly referred to as BMWs here, as in "Big Mormon Wagon", so named because of Mormons' propensity to crank out 5-7 c***dren). I. . ,” she groaned as she blinked her vision into focus, “Where ... where am I?”“No!” she shrieked, “NO!”Brienne was on her back. Surrounded by jabbering goblins. Her arms were outstretched as her both of her wrists were tied to a thick wooden pole that ran beneath her. Wide-eyed in fear Brienne looked down to see more goblins binding her ankles to another pole...“By the stars! I’m naked!”Actually this wasn’t quite true – the bound blonde was still wearing her bra and panties. But all her armor.