“Who are you?” Hill, widely rumored to be a bastard of either Tywald or Tion Lannister, demanded of the stranger, who seemed to have a lot of reta...ners just then.“I am Lord Gendry Baratheon, son of Robert Baratheon, Lord of Storm’s End and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands. Surrender at once, or else we shall surely take this castle from you, anyway. Save yourselves the difficulties of resisting us. Most of your comrades are already in captivity and heading north for the Wall to take the black.. .' My heart sank as his voice trailed off, waiting for me supply thename which Emma had given him only a minute ago. And he hadn't evenrealised I was a man! He was not only half-blind, he was also in thedepths of senile dementia. 'It's Peter Marks,' I said in what I hoped was a loud enough voicefor him to hear. 'No,' he said. 'That won't do. I'll never remember that name. Ishall call you Jane Smith. That's what I always call my secretaries.'He smiled. 'Miss Jane Smith.' 'Well sir, I really. .unique things that I enjoy, and I need to know if it's possible to get them. I know this might be hard for you to talk about, and even a little awkward, but I swear to you that I'll make it up to you if you just pull me through, man." Harley stated simply, his voice hinting slightly at desperation.Anthony looked almost shocked. He obviously hadn't expected something of that nature. Of course, he still wasn't happy in the least that Harley was there, but at least it wasn't about the incident. Jess had just enough time to gasp before he tore the bra open in front, leaving the cups dangling useless from the shoulder straps and giving him his first viewing of her magnificent breasts.They were firm and perky despite their large size; Jess had been careful to keep them from sagging. They stood out proudly on her slim chest like two perfect scoops of ice cream, and they were capped with small, eraser-pink nipples, which were standing erect and seemed to beg for a pair of lips to suck on.