A male mouse that would intimidate another male would be submissive to it soon after. Dosing the mouse with more of the formula at the right times to ...eep its confidence up would work for a few days, but then the mouse would die. Every time. Stop the treatment before it died and the mouse would spend as much time as wimpy, scared creature as it had been the aggressor.During a discussion about it Mike said something that caught my attention that most scientists would never contemplate. “There. Arise, Ser Brienne of Tarth. Now, good Podrick Payne is a true squire of a true knight!” I proclaimed, causing her to beam with pride at her new status, “now, you must with come with you to Winterfell and offer your services once more to Lady Sansa Stark and her brother, Lord Rickon Stark.”At that point, I clicked my remote thrice and we appeared in Winterfell, whereupon, Ser Brienne knelt before Lady Sansa, presenting her with Oathkeeper. This was the sword gifted to her by Ser Jamie. She didn’t move, only whispered, “Hello.” The gentleman slipped off his shoes and un tucked his t-shirt from his worn out jeans. He then knelt on the floor, placing his knees on either side of his lady’s legs and leaned forward and kissed her neck several times. Lifting her night gown above her shapely rump he noticed that she had decided not to wear panties. He grinned and leaned in and kissed once on each cheek.She smiled slightly and moved her right knee out so that he could have access to. Some of the wine had even run down into her cunt-bush. She was beginning to smell like a wine bottle, but she didn't care. She imagined herself a whore-slave, a tramp. How disgusting she must look! She giggled. If the rich boys could only see Miss Lynn Smith now, she thought. Would they kiss her ass now, or would they piss on her? Who cares? She might enjoy that for once - getting pissed on."Lynn, you're the whore of the earth," she said out loud, listening to the words stumble out of her.