"She held his face in her hands and looked into his eyes. "Bill, would you make love to me? Right now? Right here on this couch?"In response, he reach...d around and started unbuttoning the tiny buttons down the back of her silk blouse. For the next minute, it was a mad scramble to shed every single item of clothing. Neither was disappointed with what they saw.Bill was stiff and Annie was wet and neither had any thoughts of foreplay. Their need was too urgent. He guided her onto her back on the. I started whipping it against a tree. I whipped it harder every time, until I imagined the tree was Uncle Danny and the shitty little trap started to break up. It took a minute or two to get my breath back, and then I hung the chain on a tree branch with the broken pieces hanging down.Pulling the knife out of my belt sheath, I carved a message on the side of the tree for whenever the trapper came to check. Never. Come. Back.Who knows if it made any difference, but I never found another trapped. Barking your head on the tops of the doorways.Add to that a cash flow like a sluggish stream, choked with sludge and silt, going in no discernible direction except perhaps directly downward. Home where the heart resides and all that. But it's damn near an homage to the former Soviet style of living. Almost but not quite. Not quite but close enough! At least there's no granny parked in a cot in the kitchen. Keeps me from charging down the streets in open revolt.So you wonder now, good lord, you. There, standing in a circle around the Iron Throne, was a party of hostile Gold Cloaks. Seated on it, with a rather vicious smile on his face, was Ser Bronn of the Blackwater. Heedless of the risks, Cersei rushed toward the party, only to find the Mountain diverted as he threw back an attack from one of the corners. Behind them, six Ironborn fell upon Ser Jaime and he had to fend them off as well. Furious, Cersei tore herself away, with the Mountain, Ser Jaime, and three other knights of the.