“I don’t know,” she answered nervously, “what is it you want from me?” “Come with me,” he ordered, “and if I don’t,” she asked. �...�Then there will be lots of copies of this photograph all over the site first thing on Monday morning,” he said joyfully. Sophie was trapped, she had no choice, she had no idea what he had in mind for her but she knew he was gay and she knew she’d have to do as he wanted.James took Sophie back to the pub, this time they approached the lounge entrance, Sophie hadn’t. A grain of sadness resonated in his mood about that - he somehow had liked the whole idea of an independent Kingdom, even though he know it was vanity. A good leader must protect his people and his country, not hunt after glory and renown, he almost heard his late father's voice in his head. Eddard Stark had not only been a great leader, but also a great father, and Robb was thankful for that. Father would not have wanted me to lust after the crown, especially not when the King is Robert's. She looked indignant, but her eyes glazed over with a smoky cast. “You’re so full of shit.” “Oh yeah?” “Oh yeah.” He gripped a handful of her hair and led her to the table, bending her over and reaching back toward the counter for another egg. Cradling the egg in his palm, he swung and cracked it over her ass, splats of raw yolk splashing out around his hand. Lake’s breathing went husky and Mace kept smacking eggs onto her ass until they were gone and her cheeks and legs were dripping. He. I slowly walked up to the truck. It was hard to see in — the truck was high off the ground. When I saw her dress carelessly tossed over to the front seat I knew there was nothin' I wanted to see anyway.I dragged myself back to my truck and sat there watching that damn red Jeep of hers. Feelin' childish I grabbed the tire iron from under the seat and broke her windshield and headlights. Damn, it felt good though!I headed home and drove out to an old line shack we kept stocked with food and such.