Her small breasts didn’t need a brassiere. Her breathing deepened and her kissing got more intense so I took her hand and moved it down to my swelli...ng. At first she pulled it back but I insisted and she began exploring the shape that she found.She was breathing hard by now and pulled back to say, “No, I can’t!”I was nuzzling and kissing her neck at that point and asked, “Why not? You’re old enough aren’t you?”“Yes, but I was with my boyfriend this afternoon.”I pulled back to look her straight. "There. Now he looks like Mac Davis. He even has that funny nose!" Hey!" I protested, sensitive about my looks."Do his voice, Oogie," Lynette begged.I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Mac Davis' voice. I tried to make it a bit nasal, and tried a few lines:I could sit around making musicAll day long... This sounded a bit too nasal, so I ended up doing the song more or less in my own voice.As long as I'm making my musicI ain't gonna do nobody no harm."Wow, that's eerie!" June suddenly said,. It was sinful. It was wrong.And here she was, thinking these wicked thoughts in front of her Lady. In front of her Lady, and her future Lord.The melody shifted, and so did the servant girl’s fantasies. She remembered the day that she’d met Sansa’s husband-to-be. She couldn’t have imagined a more perfect beau; he was a divinely attractive creature, and kind. So kind. He’d smiled at her, where most noblemen didn’t even acknowledge her presence.He’d smiled at her, and that smile had soon entered. Dark Sky was severely injured in the fight, one of his eyes was gouged out by the thumb of his opponent. Losing an eye wasn't that uncommon, but to a hunter the consequences were severe because with one eye there is a loss of depth perception. Try hunting with a bow, or even just moving through the woods, with one eye closed.The consequences of losing an eye were serious enough that the Chief's from several villages were called on to sit in a multi-tribal council that would try to arrive at a.