”“I think I may have something in mind ... I’ll talk to you Monday.”With that, the match ended and she gave me the stat sheets. We collected u...p the match gear and she headed in to the gym to call her mom for a ride. By the time Dawn came back out, all the matches were over (we won easily) and she helped with putting the equipment away.When her mother pulled into the lot, Dawn came up to me and said, “I can’t wait to hear what you want to do; I’m sure it’ll be great, see you Monday!”She walked. Jason was only a head taller than my 54 with pure Swedish blood. He may have been born in Idaho but both his parents were transplants from some small town in Sweden. He has a decent body but hitting the gym a bit more would have done him some good back in high school when he was trying to get girls. Bitches! guess he still had that sore spot too. As soon as we got the epic re-meet done with did we finally get started off on one of the trails. There was one that was supposed to take you to the. I was about to throw them into the hamper when Lucy stopped me and led me into the shower. She moved again into my arms as the hot water sprayed over us.“I was so worried about you,” she confessed.“I doubt that I’ll be directly involved in many raids as chief, but you need to learn to have confidence in my ability. I hate to tell you how many times I’ve put my life on the line. The only time I was shot was in a motel in Mobile when Max woke me up in the middle of a drug war.” I paused then. At my advice, she had started her campaign here, in the lands of Doran Martell. His sister, Elia, had once been married to her brother, Rhaegar. When the Targaryen's had been overthrown during the War of Usurper, Elia had been brutally raped and murdered by Gregor Clegane under the command of Tywin Lannister. If anyone would be sympathetic to a Targaryen restoration, then it ought to have been Doran Martell.And yet Doran didn't raise his banners and rush to her aid, contrary to Daenery's.