"Tim is right here Brian," I said gesturing to myself. "I am Tim, wasTim I mean."Brian looked at me with wide eyes and stared at me, again looking at...meup and down. It was very hard to read his expression an almost stalelook appeared on his face then one of recognition once he realized I wasnot kidding him."You're shitting me right; this has got to be some sort of joke right?You're pulling my leg?" he said then laughed."No I am not kidding Brian, this is me now, the real me. I've alwaysfelt. " he then appeared serious, "Are you in shit now? --I mean, see didn't see anything ... really." A boned up man and two boned up boys? --Nah, ... that's kewl, happens all the time, right?" I said facetiously, "It's just that we were using her good guest towels. --She'll get over it!" I joked and tousled his hair.Zack, not being the sharpest chisel in the shop, said all too serious, "Ohhh, --that would piss my mom off, too!" causing Sean and I to go into hysterical laughter.I saw that Sean was. The excitement was palpable, as the entire city seemed drawn to the main square.Sardaford maintained a large square deep in the heart of its Byzantine lanes. The temple anchored the north end with flying buttresses and the governor's mansion with its ornate columns, representing the king, stood directly opposite. Between them, on the east side was the City Hall, and across the square from that building was the eastern headquarters of the king's army. Each side of the square balanced each other. And while his muscles there arent pronounced, your mouth still watered. Shit, he wasnt even naked yet and you were already wet. Take them off, he says, and you realize hes referring to his pants. You grit your teeth and try to concentrate on the task, when really all you want to do is crawl under the bed and hide. Do it, he orders. You take a deep breath and quickly undo his belt, then the button, but you have some difficulty sliding the zipper down around his bulge, so he takes control, but.