Not because he had an epiphany, but instead because the beds occupant was no longer Lyonel Baratheon. Not really. His meticulously sculptured body sti...l remained, fear not, but unbeknownst to anyone of this world, the person inhabiting it had changed.During this exact moment in a very different world, a man died. He will not be missed by many, for he was neither known let alone liked by many. You might call him a shut-in, a loner, a nerd, a loser (if you’re mean) and an otaku (if you’re from. “No, I made something special in case we made up, so to speak.”She gets up and hurries out across the street. She comes out of her house carrying a massive serving tray with plates of food. “Why the fuck does she have a restaurant serving tray in her house?” Oh well, not important.She comes walking in with a couple seasoned ribeye’s ready to toss on the grill and potatoes already baked just needing to be warmed for the butter and other accoutrements. She sets it on the island, I start to help. The gentle light caresses her body like fingers on her soft curves. The soft light outlines shadows through the emerald fabric of the satin babydoll nightie hinting of the carnal pleasures to come. Her peach skin glistens in the flickering light. I feel my heart race and can only breathe her scent. She is my goddess and I, her slave. I come to her and feel the heat from her body like a fire burning out of control. She draws me close, tracing the lines of my face with her silken fingers. My head. Jay Hamilton, the shop leader, was going to start me out on a Ford that had some kind of fuel injector problem. That was supposed to be a straight forward repair job. All I was supposed to do was to follow the instructions in the manual. Once we found the problem, which was probably a plugged jet, we would get down to the mechanic's work of fixing it.Jay was very meticulous in teaching me how to set up the machine and run the start up tests before doing the actual diagnosis. The work was pretty.