I smiled.I turned my hand over, wrapping my fingers around Jenny's neck. My thumb caressed her jugular. She looked up at me then, her eyes dilated wit... lust and fear. I kissed her, and she moaned, curving her body toward me.I parted her lips with my tongue, and she turned her head, settling her neck even further into my hand. I squeezed lightly and she moaned again. I kissed her for a few more moments, then pulled back. She tried to follow, but my hand on her throat wouldn't let her.Mark was. I couldn't keep my trousers fastened now. Maybe it was the fact that Robert was naked and stroking beside me or the magazine had made my trousers seem so tight that I couldn't fit my hand in them anymore. I undid my trousers and pushed them and my pants down a little so I could get my hand on my cock and I began gently stroking myself trying not to make myself cum. I picked up another magazine which had men on the front cover just at the same time as Robert reached for another his hand brushed. Carrie was clearly shocked that her clothes were gone, whereas Jenny had only lost her bath towel. They looked at me, at each other, recognizing me, but not the Muses. Both started to walk toward me when womanly hands held them back. They fumed at me in their jealousy, both screaming for the women to unhand them, only to discover that none understood them.“They can’t understand you, girls. This is King’s Landing and we’ve just left Flea Bottom. You’re in Westeros now, in a somewhat more. Baumgartner, the Principal. He's expecting you," John added."I guess that settles it. Speaking of going to school, do I have a car in Tennessee?" No. But I'm sure we could find you something. I think Liz has an old Pontiac Tempest. A '63 I believe. I'm sure you could use it until she gets back from Tapato in three years," John said with a grin."Thanks, Uncle John," I said as I stood. "But I think I'll look into my own mode of transportation when we get back from the islands." With that, I left.