I moved to sit closer to him again, lacing my fingers with his when he took my hand. "I'm gonna have to go in there," he announced. "If we wait, I won...'t have you home on time and Aaron could be passed out anywhere for all I know."I sighed, and looked at the clock. It was after eleven now, and I could understand Seth's concern. I had the same one--that we wouldn't make it back on time. Only, I'd been the one insistent on going with him, so if I was going to be late, it was my own fault. I looked. His death had surprised most of the court. Even in his seventies, the Warden of the East had been as healthy as a man half his age and he had passed away in a single night, fallen victim to an unknown illness. Lyonel was not prone to grievance, but his dreams last night had been unpleasant to say the least. Jons words rang through his head and he tried and tried to make sense of it.The seed is strong.Jon Arryn was an expert in economical questions, but Lyonel doubted he was telling them to look. My trousers had tented fully when I felt her hand cupping me. "I know that there are rumors as to my 'orientation'. I'll let you decide." she said, squeezing my stiffness as we kissed again. Another sloppy, lengthy, wet kiss.Coming up for air, she suggested that we move to the back seat. "It seems a lot roomier."As much as I hated that highly unfashionable car, it had way more maneuvering room than anything more contemporary. She sat up and asked me to help her with the zipper of her dress. In. However, it was becoming obvious that was all they were meant to be. The chemistry just wasn’t there for anything more.That the problem might be hers never occurred to Sandra. The fact that she was the kind of girl who just laid there and opened her legs was a big part of why the sex had been unspectacular. Moreover, she wasn’t about to even consider the idea of oral sex, either giving or receiving. That was, she believed, the sort of thing only trashy girls did. If she ever got the nerve to.