“What am I even doing? Talking to myself, you’re becoming more and more crazier each and every day,” he muttered, looking down at his table, sla...mming his fist down as drops of water rained down above him from his opened can of soda.There were fizzy droplets on his arm, and he lacked the proper motivation to wipe them away. In fact, everything…seemed to mean nothing to him.If he had to wager in a guess, and if his memory served him right, it had been probably several weeks since he last bathed. Jessica grinned at me when we left and we talked on the way to the bank.Although she wouldn't admit it, I am certain she bagged a Dream Boy as well; I could tell by her coyness and shyness and so I reluctantly changed the subject. Jenny had always been the unattainable fantasy as I was growing up. She was a couple of years older than me but was close enough in age not to be too old for my lustful dreams or frantic masturbatory fantasies.We chatted in the bank and with both Abi and Jessica. On the contrary, Cersei had ordered that she be kept in the rooms nearest to the staircase, thus enabling more to hear the cries of anguish from the ravaged septa. The door was closed and bolted, so they could only imagine the torments that the septa might endure, but that was the point. Cersei wanted it uncertain what torture and suffering Unella might face, so that people could never dismiss it as they sometimes did other known fates.No, Ser Gregor Clegane, the Mountain, outlaw, sellsword,. You can talk to him if you want, but remember this; sooner or later I will get the chance to kill you, and I will do it!" Even Fighting Hawk heard the menace in her words. He suspected that many warriors had already heard her words, and he thought that any warrior would be stupid to bring a rattle snake into his lodge. If any warrior asked about Sara, they would either have a death wish, or be just plain stupid.Fighting Hawk stepped out on the porch. The warrior turned to see who had come out.