" Why assassin, or spy? Of course, I did not have a gun or know any military secrets! But they acted like I might be a dangerous person.Laying nude in...this filthy cell and eating horrible food the next day like wormy apples and unbaked, course prison bread; my stomach was about finished, when some high-up officer, with shinny boots, smart cap, and all kinds of medals, twirling a baton, bangs on my cell."You scum! Understand English!" Of course, of course!" I understand you are a spy?" I don't. It looked like that because it is made of dragon scales. I read your journal, you hid here for a long time before coming to Astrid, so you’re familiar with what has been happening in Skyrim. How many people have sets of dragon scale armor that you’ve heard of?”“Again, the Listener is asking excellent questions! Before Cicero met you on the road, I’d never seen that armor before. Must be really rare. Oh, there were rumors running around that there was some daughter of Akatosh, killing dragons. I have been going out with my girlfriend for nearly five years now. She is incredible in so many ways. I consider myself very lucky to have a girl who is as good to me and as pretty as she is. Perhaps it’s good genes or just sheer luck, however each of the three females in her family are beautiful for different reasons. Now, my girlfriend has a great body, with her ass being her greatest asset. I often see both boys and girls checking it out. But now I’m at a point where she is not the only. "No....they didn't get in. I guess the neighbors pulling into the driveway next door scared them off." She didn't let go of me. "Matt, stay with me till Daddy gets home in a couple of hours. Please?"I would have been insane not to; here was a young girl clearly in distress; never mind she'd been my best friend's daughter.We sat in the living room and talked awhile, Casey eventually calming down."You know your dad always tells me to look in on you and take care of you while he's gone," I.