", so she felt safe to ask, "How did you get on with your phone call, Freda?" Oh, my dear! It was most peculiar. When I got through, a female voice sa...d, "Hello. Brelsford Farm. Can I help you?". I was struck dumb for a second or two, then said, "This is Mrs Brelsford. Can I speak to my husband?" and she said "Yes, of course, Madam." Then I heard the phone being laid down and she shouted, "Ian! It is your Freda at last."The phrase 'Your Freda', told me a lot. The girl regarded me as an. The Late Lord Frey (how fitting a name for him!) seemed very fond of throwing banquets, at any rate. A good way to show off his wealth and splendor and flaunt his growing power in the face of old rivals and foes, I thought, even as I pulled out my shotgun and aimed it directly for the salty old prick.“I have come to drink blood and kick ass ... and I’m all out of blood!” I deliberately paraphrased John Nada’s line from They Live as I unloaded directly at Walder himself, “but yours will do.”That. FUCK YOU!!!’And with that she quickly cleaned herself up with the nearest cloth she could find and stormed out. I felt like so much shit and I didn’t know how to fix it. That week things just got worse, she had told everyone that I tried to forced her to blow me but she refused and gave me a handjob but I came instantly everywhere. My reputation was absolutely ruined and I could only walk around the halls in shame. Apart from Megan I didn’t really have a whole lot of other friends and since I. "Stand up," the young officer said to me after nodding at the girl.I stood, weaponless since I had left even my belt and bayonet upstairs, planning on getting some more girl after we ate."Why the blanket?" the ensign asked as his sergeant stood smiling behind him."Britches wore out," I said."Really?" he said, poking at my covering with his crop. The blanket slid to the floor, and the young man said, "My word."I grabbed him by the wrist, spun him around, shoved his arm up the middle of his back.