Money was no object; Mother must have the best care.We left and drove to the State Police barracks. Aunt Katherine had a conference with an investigat...r while we sat in a waiting area. When we left, she told us that the drunk that had rammed the car was still in jail because he was unable to make the bail that had been set at a hundred thousand dollars. Our car, the trooper car, and the truck, had all been taken to an impound lot as evidence. Since a State Trooper witnessed the accident, and. I fell to the ground crying. He leaned over me and spat on my face. “Get up here and suck this cock faggot!” I knelt before of him as he pulled it out and slapped it on my slut face. I wrapped my lips around his tip and slowly sucked it. I looked up at him to see he was filming me. “Whats your name faggot?” I hesitantly answered “Tom sir.” He talked to his video “this faggot Tom thought he could flake on me, no one flakes on me! I’m gonna punish this bitch until he begs for more!” He proceeded. He is my King, too. If the North must return to the Westerosi fold, then let it be under my brother’s rule, even if he must share the power with a Targaryen. If he had bent the knee, that would have been harder to stomach, of course. He needed to marry, anyway, sooner or later,” Sansa declared, not in a mood to be the victim of Littlefinger’s machinations.“All true, yet this reminds me that you yourself should marry someday. Someone not Ramsay Bolton, of course. Have you given any thought to. Better yet, the sun joined in and shone down on the happy occasion. Her dress had arrived on time and fitted perfectly.The groom looked immaculate in his tux and tripped over his vows where his nerves mangled his tongue in a mouth that was drier that the Sahara dessert.The lavish reception had been no less a success. Seamus's best man made a speech, which although bawdy in places had delighted and entertained all of those invited. Uncle Mick did his usual party trick of dancing like a puppet.