Sasskind,’ I said, ‘where were you Thursday night?’ ‘At the Hyatt Hotel.’ Tina said. ‘Getting my brains fucked out.’ Most people would r...act to that, and the lawyer seemed shocked. Didn’t faze me a bit, though, and Cindy was more than used to it by now, as well. Tina noted our lack of reaction. ‘By whom?’ Cindy asked simply. ‘By two different men.’ said Tina. ‘One was Paul Claisson, a Frenchman. The other… I don’t even know what his name was. But he had a big cock. A really huge dick.’ ‘Does. There I started a fire in my stove and retrieved a full bucket of fresh water. I was filthy with sweat, dirt, blood and gore. I needed a bath. I used a small cloth and two fingers of grainy soap that I'd managed to produce from wood ash and rendered animal fat. It left me wonderfully clean. I re-dressed and carried the water out to dispose of in the bushes.My next task was unenviable but it had to be done. I had to cut down the carcass of the bear and salt the meat. After the salt had drawn. I’m to be taken to face the Hand or perhaps the Queen? Or what other grisly fate? I have heard what you did to Grand Maester Pycelle, after all. A grim, dark fate for him, and he had already experienced the black cells once at the hands of the Imp. Well, if I’m to die, so be it, but don’t waste time seeing me off to my end. You serve the Crown, do you not? Do not cheat the royal exchequer of its money’s worth. Remember what I taught you about efficiency,” Varys assumed the worst, quite. But I promised.The night before, we had picked out what I would wear on the trip down. Well, Roy picked out what I would wear on the trip down. It had already been decided that bras were out, so we set aside a nice pair of hiphugger panties, a blouse, and a short skirt. I just knew he would want the skirt. It was the shortest one I owned, one I almost never wore.So, we were off and up onto the highway when my dear husband reached over and put his hand on my knee. Here we go, I thought. And, he.