Exhaling in relief the taste of a bitter and chill wind filled the figures lungs and as she saw the overgrown stone path which led upwards to the keep...��s walls, Cersei Baratheon: Queen of Westeros swore she’d never again set foot in Winterfell.The forgotten path was as out of sight as her brother had said and was every bit as unstable, suddenly the thick leather boots Cersei had taken seemed just as valuable as the fine silk and priceless jewellery she wore under her cloak. She scowled to. .,"You always say the right things, you were a fun c***d and now are a pleasant, although horny, young man," she observed. With that she released her grip on me and started to walk away into her living room while I sipped the last of my coffee. A few feet into the living room she stopped and bent over to pick up a piece of lint the vacuum had missed...I gazed towards her and was blindsided by a glint of light...from a chrome plated butt plug of all things placed into the very thing I had. The principal, a very stern nun of about seventy years, scolded the girls about appropriate conduct on the school grounds. There were lots of warnings about inappropriate touching and fornication. Genna and I caught each other’s eyes and barely contained our laughter. It was obvious they were scolding us for laying together under the tree. Typical Catholic school overreacting. After the assembly, Genna walked up to me and grabbed my hand. We mockingly skipped to our next class holding hands.. At the age of 16 she began to write about experiences with several different partners. One night by the lake, a young man brought a blanket to lie on. He later told her he didn’t want his parents to see the pecker tracks on it, so he gave the blanket to her to throw away.She detailed in her diary the many subsequent lovers who had left pecker tracks on it. I unfolded it and sure enough there were many, many, dried spots that had left the fabric stiff.“What an odd trophy,” I thought.I picked up.