Had mydream been prompted by the book I was currently translating. Was thestory of Giacinta transition coloring my thoughts? And if so, to whateffect?... Or was it just serendipity that I should be translatingGiacinta's story while starting my own transition. A transition thatadmittedly I never realized I wanted until I met Lisa.For the remainder of the week, I fell into a routine. Each morning Iwould shower, checking myself carefully for any signs of hair. I wouldshave, twice, just so that my. He had been through an uneasy night. The prior day had been the funeral of his mentor and his fathers Hand of the King, Jon Arryn. His death had surprised most of the court. Even in his seventies, the Warden of the East had been as healthy as a man half his age and he had passed away in a single night, fallen victim to an unknown illness. Lyonel was not prone to grievance, but his dreams last night had been unpleasant to say the least. Jons words rang through his head and he tried and tried to. The HOG got very embarrassed and a bit cross. Then he reached out and took my hand again. He held my hand so gently. Even when I was dropping my knickers for him to fuck me in the arse on top of another man, he always made me feel like a fucking Princess. ‘We got your resignation letter on Tuesday,’ he said. We? Who the fuck was ‘we’? ‘At first I thought … it was because … of what I had done.’ Arse-fuck, mate. It’s called an arse-fuck, or buggery is another good word for it. ‘Then I realised. She was nervous to start with and was now very relaxed. I asked her over to look at the results of the shots I had just taken.She walked behind me and looked over my shoulder as I scrolled through the shots on the camera. I could feel he breath on my neck and caught the scent of her perfume. “Alan, I would like to try something a bit more sexy”, she said. “Sure, what do you have in mind”, I replied. “Well I feel very comfortable with you so I know I can be relaxed. Are you able to follow.