I had flown in for a formal occasion the following weekend. The party began with the usual procession of Aunts, Uncles, random relatives and various f...amily friends. There was Pimms and polite conversations and plenty of ‘Oh how you’ve grown’ (even though I am nearing 40). ‘How’s the wife and family?’ the usual light banter. Then it happened. The last time I had seen her she was a shy awkward teenager, this was no longer the case. Immediately we connected. We spend some time making general. In her own way, she was much attuned to the urges of appetites long suppressed by the fear of eternal damnation and the condemnation of rumor-mongering peers. She had many sins to atone for but had no intention of curtailing her nocturnal impulses until she was much closer to her final breath.In all honesty, the good lady was much impressed with the handsome Sir Lawrence and she harbored some dark thoughts about his possible needs for feminine companionship whilst a guest in the privacy of her. For whatever reason, the Sealord of Braavos has shown no interest in crushing any slave revolts, possibly due to the servile origins of the Braavosi themselves. Nor has the Iron Bank been permitted or shown any interest in lending money to aid the Free Cities in hiring any sellswords or sailors. Then again, they haven’t called in any loans, either.“Also, it appears that the Golden Company has refused to contract with the Free Cities, which is a rather noteworthy absence for all concerned.. "Damn, I thought work would never end," I said, as I yawned.She just smiled at me, and I wasn't sure what that was about."What are you smiling at?" I pondered."You, is it not OK, to stare at my long time boyfriend?" she wondered."No, I didn't say that. Stare away," I put on the record, as I got in the bed with her.We cuddled, and just watched TV together. There was also something else going on that night, it was the two year anniversary, of the first time we had sex. The night we truly became.