She’s in my head and under my skin, and I can feel our energies merging. I surrender completely, yet I’ve never been so powerful. I’m sure time ...s passing, but I’m oblivious to it ’cause I’m traveling at the speed of thought. That smart guy with the funny hair said it was all relative, and I think he was right. There’s a soft tap on the door. Another, a bit louder. ‘Wow,’ she breathes. ‘Are you okay?’ I can’t yet speak, so I just nod. ‘Steph,’ a voice calls. ‘Your two o’clock’s here.’ Turning. "Tyler, I saw the way you looked at me earlier. I really didn't plan to come downstairs dressed the way I was but, I really did think someone was breaking in and without thinking just came down forgetting that you were already here. I saw a bulge in your shorts which tells me that you saw something you liked." She was right, I did have a slight hard-on earlier but, I didn't think she saw it because the shirt I was wearing hung below my zipper. "Well Sylvia, I must say you are a very sexy woman.. This kind of thing never happened to me. There I was, at the office party dressed as Santa, and the sexiest woman on the floor was hitting on me in the supply room. It made no sense. I was the sweet, safe, innocuous nebbish, not the office Don Juan. I was twenty years her senior. I was the one they always called and ‘nice’ and ‘helpful.’ “How about I unwrap you and see what’s inside?” she said as she smiled at me. “Maybe there are some jewels in there.” Behind me were all the presents I was. .. Not today," I groaned. "Please?"Begging wasn't going to help. There's something about me and cars that doesn't mix and everyone knows it. It's kind of a joke amongst my family and friends, but not a very funny one in my opinion. They just don't like me for some reason. Cars I mean. My friends and family, they like me just fine, or I guess they do since I'm always calling one of them for help.I was halfway from home, which was what I still called my parents' house in the suburbs, to the.