This was not about competing with Ramsay, more like convincing her that I am the good man in this story. I've watched a lot lovestory-movies with my wife to know what girls want. I will start like a shy guy: a romantic letter.
Late night I went in my room at home to write the most romantic and honest letter to her. Not that kind of i-love-you-sweetheart more like the clever one blowing her mind. Dimmed light and the beginning night were my mates when I wrote this text thinking of her. Suddenly I heard a voice behind me. „Petyr, dear, turn around." I was distracted when I looked at my wife. Lysa was wearing a hot lingerie in purple and lavender. It's suits her. The long red hear was loose and falls around her neck. What was she trying? I already knew what, but wasn't able to get the occasion. „I wanted to surprise you, workaholic." Sure. Work. She comes closer and kneeling in front of my. Her hands wandered down my pants right between my legs. She has the same haircolor as Sansa. I imagined Sansa doing this to me. Kisses the inside of my legs, opening my pants and shorts and going on kissing me from the navel to- „Oh Petyr, let me love you." Lysa ripped of our clothes, but I was so deep into my hot mind I just could grab her hips and turned her over, her back in front of me. Oh Sansa, I am so sorry. The figure of a Tully. Lysa was moaning. This wasn't the love making between husband and wife. I just felt the pure lust wanting the young redhead from my past right here in front of me.

After I finished this act, Lysa went satisfied to the bath. I feel so bad. I had just used Lysas body, imaging Sansa Stark... their perfect back with their round buttocks... Unable to finish my letter I went outside. I was just wearing my blue jeans and a cozy T-shirt. Before I even know where I was, I stood at the front of my girls house. She probably wasn't there. Having a date with her Prince Charming. I sit down at her front door waiting in the chilly night for... I don't know maybe inspiration?
I wasn't sure how long I sat there but it had to be over an hour because two known silhouettes draw closer. The male voice was the first I heard: „Oh hey Petyr, everything's fine? You look terrible. Do ya want a cup of tea or something... stronger?" Somehow I agreed and followed Ramsay upstairs.
„Take a seat, buddy. I pick up our legendary whiskey. Normally I prefer a good scotch but life is life, isn't it?" Her boyfriend leaved us alone in the living room. The carpet here is green and fluffy, the couple has matching white cupboards decorated with small silver and green ornaments. All in all, probably Sansa set up the home. Suddenly I realized it really was a home. For a happy couple, the start of a bright future. We say nothing until Ramsay comes back with a dark brown liquor in a yellowish golden bottle. He poured me a great drink and cheers. „So Petyr, what do you know about Varys? What's he like? I am curious because he insist that we", the attractive man pointed at Sansa and himself, „Have to come to the gala. Will you come with your wife? And what's about your stepson? How old is he now? Eleven or ten years? Sorry I digress. Back to Varys. Is he a good man?" He took a large sip. What game was he playing? Mentioning my existing family in front of Sansa isn't a good start for something new. And I started to talk about Varys, but this night wouldn't end as fast as it first seemed.
„And one time, you have to believe me, there I heard the rumor about his pecker! Some men say it's magical, some that he hasn't got one." „Magical like a ... wand?" Ramsay and I laughed out loud, imagining... however, and I clear another glas. Oh that drink is bloody good. On the table is the empty golden bottle. It's a miracle how we clear it so fast. „Ok ok Pete stop, I am dying." Ramsay gasped and wipe off some tears. Sansa left the room a few hours before. He sit next to me at the couch and suddenly asks me seriously: „Do you fuck my girlfriend?" I swallow the drink the wrong way and coughed: „What are you talking about?" My facials and movements were now more controlled, I had enjoyed to let down my mask too long. „Come on Petyr, I have seen how you look at her. Like prey. She's hot. Hell yeah but I see not just lust in your eyes. Leave her alone. You're too old for this game, Petyr. And don't tell her otherwise I have to inform our boss about your affair. Lysa isn't an option because I know that you don't love her. Not like you love my girlfriend. But imagine the scandal at work. I doubt that you can keep your job then, same for Sansa. So Petyr do you want to destroy the future of the young lady Stark, being selfish and heartless, or do you want to be respected and honored?"