“You guys can’t just barge in here like this! Just leave! Go about your business elsewhere.” “Big talk for an old gomer outnumbered three to o...e.” Karen interrupted my attempt at being macho, saying, “It’s alright, Grey.” The one called Len said, “That’s one pretty smart lady you got there. Follow her lead and everything will turn out just fine.” He began to unbuckle his jeans, adding, “Now, pretty lady, you need to get up on your hands and knees.” Turning again to me he said, “You, gomer, you. ” As she said that she leaned over on my shoulder and began gently crying. I put my arm around her and stroked her hair understanding how she felt. Amy comforted her also knowing we had all been there at one point.Amy stood up and moved to the edge of the bed to comfort Denise. As she hugged her, I saw her hand brush against Denise’s breast. Denise stiffened at the touch and let out an exceptionally soft moan. Her face was on my shoulder, so it may have been quiet enough that Amy had not heard.. ..there was something I saw.” “And what you saw was?” “I’m not really sure how to describe it.” “Jesus Christ, just tell me already.” I told Chris about how I walked to the end of the street and discovered that angelic white house, and then how I decided to take a look and saw how all the people of the local town were having one massive orgy in there. Chris nodded the entire time I told him about it, and let out sigh when I finished. “Man, you’re so full of shit.” “I’m not lying!” “I. Loghain was good at rooting out those problems, but it didn't change everyone's opinions."I don't know what I'm going to do about the situation. Anora ... well, it's complicated. But while I figure it out, having an heir will stabilise the succession, appease the bannorn to some extent. You're a Theirin, Alistair, as much as it may pain you. Had I died at Ostagar, it would have been your duty to assume the throne. That won't be the case now, Maker willing, but I still have no heir. So my first.