Soon I noticed that he belonged in a gym. He was tight. Six-foot-two, broad and cut… For the first time ever, I saw I had competition in the gym. Th...is was my domain and now I was watching another version of me, maybe even a better version of me invading my space. I was angry. Angry that I no longer had a private gym and angry that he was a better version of me. As time went by I watched him more and more. First with envy. Then hate. During my squat sets, he was doing his bench press. I saw the. The lights and the music were still present, but they simply registered as background static. One might say it was a more functional arrangement in this part of the carnival, with less eye-candy. Still, these areas were not without their wandering entertainers. At times a man on stilts could be seen strolling about the pathways, safely above the throng. Other times a satyr could be observed, his hooves digging cloves in the dirt road. Yet other times one might spot a woman, half angel, half. I need a place where I can get things sorted out. Can you give me a ride to where ever you're going?"I thought about it for a while. "OK. Tell you what, Lonnie. I'm a grad student at UNC and I have an apartment off campus where you can hang out until you figure out what you need to do. Will that work for you?"She was so relieved that she grabbed my hand and kissed it. "Oh, thank you so much, Mark. I can't tell you how much I appreciate your help. I promise I won't be any more trouble."Over the. Mom just poured two cups of herb tea for her and her grown son like she does every night after they have dinner. Tonight the tea will not only relax them both and help them digest their dinner, it will knock them both out cold for an hour OT two. When they wake up they will find them selves both tied to the kitchen chairs facing each other. Both of them are bound in the same way fully clothed with wrists tied under their seats on the chairs back legs and ankles bound to the bottom of the front.