. my hate, my anger, it is not against you. I cannot hate you. You’re the one good thing that happened to me at the Red Wedding, well, you and our s...on. Hoster Tully, of Houses Tully and Frey, the one true heir to both houses. The next boy, though, gets named Brynden, are we clear on that?” Edmure told Roslin, unable to withstand her tears, her remorse, and her apparent humility.“Thank you ... thank you, milord. Thank you, husband. You still desire me, then? You will not cast me aside?” Roslin. I was working at a private accounting office in downtown Chicago. My boss was a beautiful, sexy, 5’7″, with nice round ass and big tits. She was 25 and I was 20 at the time. All I dated back then were married women; it was just the thrill of knowing that I can get them into bed. Most of the time when you work in a place like that, you would know about the office tramps. But I did not hear anything like that about her, just that she was hard to please when it came on to work and she was. She had found a defensible position. A room with stone walls to protect her back. That made sense. Leaning against the wall, I inhaled deeply, nose all but touching the door jamb. The scent of her fear was practically intoxicating. If the trace of moisture and moss in the air is any indication, she also has an escape route.I whispered, “Clever girl,” with a smile pulling at my lips. Then knocked loudly.The foxkin shouted, “I left our valuables in the courtyard. Please, just take them! It’s all. “Amanda,” Amanda replied. “OK Amanda, cheers,” I said as we tapped each others bottles. Then she came over to me and gave me a kiss. “What do you want me to call you?” Amanda asked. “Bill,” I replied. “OK Bill, I will tell you I'm on the pill, if you are interested,” Amanda said. “Good to know,” I replied. Then we both began making out. We made out with each other for about 3 minutes straight and were both really into it and it wasn't the alcohol. “Wow, a little early to be using that much.