”“What do you mean?”“What if I’d said I wasn’t comfortable, or asked you if we could fuck later? She might have been all ready to tell me ... shouldn’t have annoyed her with lessons if I wasn’t ready to sleep in the bed I made. But what of you?”“I’d like to think that would have gotten my attention.”“I think it would. And of course I could have just told you to stop. Sure there would have been consequences for that. But remember only the three of us pledged to accept any that come as assurity of. It felt like a pillow was underneath me when I sat down. I was so excited to flaunt my new athletic, powerful, and ultra-feminine body at school, which was beginning in only two weeks. One day, Natalie got off the phone very excited and came running over to me and gave me a big hug. "Guess what!" she squealed, "We have a date tonight!" I couldn't believe it. A date -- with guys? "Of course, with guys -- studs, too. Big football guys," she leaned in and whispered to me. "Big horse cocks,". One of her irregular fucks was a bloke called Wesley. Apparently he used to call round to her bedsit now and then, like all her boyfriends at the time he was black. On this particular day M was in bed when her doorbell rang, it was about 7am and she dozing before she had to get up and get ready for work. Anyway Wes was at the door and she let him in. She was only wearing a night shirt but it was down to her knees. he had come round because he had left a bag of something in her flat a week or so. All of them. Dead. Well, Walda Frey or should I say, Walda Bolton, is still very much alive, but she’s a hostage at Winterfell against the good conduct of the Bolton bannermen. Rickon Stark now rules in Winterfell. Yes, he’s alive after all. Perhaps a deal can be reached with him or his sister Sansa, assuming that he doesn’t cast his lot with Stannis.“One war at a time, though. As your mother-in-law once told Ned Stark, ‘When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.’ We cannot take on.