He didn't mess about today. No. Once his hand got far enough underneath my suited skirt to find out that I was going commando, he turned my body round...by my hips and pushed me over onto the filing cabinet.He lifted my skirt right over my arse, folding the material over so that it rested at my hips. He wasn't attractive at all, and even though I didn't ask for this experience, I suppose the prior knowledge of what was going to happen enabled my body to be prepared for him.The zipper on his. . the game. By the time I had heard enough to be interested, I looked for the guy but he was 'way down by the far corner, crossing the street there, by the flea market. All I could see was his back."Anyhow. I noticed the guy was about medium height, seemed nicely dressed, and he was, like, moving well, y'know? I mean, he was walking kinda fast and was pretty light on his feet. I would of taken him for, maybe, 40-45 years old, just judging from the body language."I called her on it. I told her. Are you ready for the unveiling?" As ready as I'll ever be." OK. Cathy, go get Jamie."Cathy went to the door and motioned for Jamie to come in. When Jamie walked in, the packages she was carrying hit the floor, along with her jaw. Once she recovered, she said, "I see four lovely women in this room, one is me, one is Shelly, one is Cathy, but who is this! It can't be Brian, no one that beautiful and feminine could possibly be named Brian. My name is Jamie, what's yours?"I looked at her,. No one in their right mind would connect Robert Arryn and the concept of strength without putting in some form of negation.A blinding light flashed before Lyonel Baratheons eyes, after which the beds occupant knew exactly what Jon Arryn meant by his last words. Not because he had an epiphany, but instead because the beds occupant was no longer Lyonel Baratheon. Not really. His meticulously sculptured body still remained, fear not, but unbeknownst to anyone of this world, the person inhabiting.