His age was indiscernible, I would imagine around 25-30. He was wearing only a short pair of rather sheer nylon running shorts and was sweaty, as if ...he had just finished exercising. Which I found out later, he had. “Hi,” I said as I glanced down at him, “Are you from around here?” I didn’t recognize him as a regular from the town and was curious about who he was. He replied, “No, I am visiting the Hudsons.” They were a black family on the outskirts. I tried to make some small talk in the family room, but my roommate was home, and he came out to check things out. After a few minutes of us all talking, I could tell she was fading fast so I asked her if She wanted to spend the night. She told me her ex had the k**s so as long as I could get her back to her car by morning she was cool with it. Now guys I'd slept with maybe 5 or 6 people before I started working at the bar, so I was no smooth mother fucker in bed, In fact, I was still kind of. ’He shrugged dismissively ‘well sexy, I saw everything last night so unless there have been changes...’Her shoulders dropping, indicating his victory over her, she turned and led him to her room, pulling her top over her head as she went. She could feel his lust filled eyes, leering at her, burning into her back as she walked. Stopping, she kicked off her trainers and slipped the jogging bottoms down, kicking them into the corner of the bedroom.Now just in her sports bra and panties she headed. Viserys' sneering face invaded her imagination and snarled, "You are no true dragon. Don't wake the dragon, whore."At this Daenerys' posture and confidence broke. Her shoulders slumped again, and her green eyes closed for a moment to clear away the vision of her brother. Preferring anything over the image of her brother, Daenerys looked over her shoulder at her new husband Drogo, who had just removed his loincloth. The young girl froze entirely, not even noticing that the bloodriders had shed.