"Cat, we have to slow down. Take it slowly."A sad look swept across my face and she took my hands in hers and smiled."I'm not saying we have to stop.... What I am saying is we need to slow down and do this right. Now, take a sip of your drink and then take a minute to really think if this is what we want."She passed me my glass, and I obediently took a sip. Our eyes met across the rim of the glass, and I knew what I was feeling was a lot more than lust. I put my glass back on the table and. .." She started thinking about it again.I need to do something, it's not healthy for her to keep thinking about the battle.Jon touched her silver hair and kissed her forehead, her cheek, and finally her lips."You don't have to, Jon. I know you're tired"'I'm never too tired for this'When Daenerys Targaryen left the Slaver's Bay with a massive army at her back in her quest to take the Iron Throne, the last thing she expected to find was someone like Jon Snow, the so-called "King in the North".. ”“Here is something to get you some groceries.”Handing her two hundred dollars rolled tightly, she reluctantly accepts the bills, not able to determine the value. Slowly pulling away from the curb, I watch as she unrolls the wad of four fifties. Her look is one of astonishment, and then she looks towards the Suburban.On the way home, I use the time to contemplate. Zoey could be the perfect choice. She has the tools to be my bookkeeper. She is alone in the world and a good job offer would help. She would push the boat out and surprise her benefactor with a full and slow disrobing, go all the way with it rather than the usual topless only. This time she would strut around his office and show him the lot. Then for good measure she could climb up onto his desk and loll about open-legged and abandoned. She would caress and stroke and finger herself in some nice places and whisper things to him, dirty wanton things, in her softest and cutest baby doll voice, whilst lying there lewd and.