<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i49.tinypic.com/34ql1xz.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">GM post</span> -Feat. Aaron Shepard</span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- Jason Hunt's Garage<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 03/11/06 -- 1:05 pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- N/A<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>There was a Toyota from 91, Jamie's pretty little ride, and a Nissan Datsun parked out front. Lee and George "Junior" were working with Jamie. The two of them had distanced themselves from her for a long time. To begin with, she knew infinitely more about cars than both of them. Then, on top of it, their self-esteem was too low to take her off of a pedestal. Each of them were hard workers, and they did anything that she asked them to do, like little wind-up toys. Gentlemen of a humble nature, both in their late 20's, alcoholic white kids grown up into under-developed man-boys. They treated her fairly, and they relaxed when other men were around, especially Jason and Aaron.<br/><br/>No one knew he was there, going over Blaire's race performances with a pen dangling from his lip. The blinds on the office window had shifted when Hellyer had pulled up with his new Mitsubushi. He couldn't see the boys heart beating, and there weren't any direct indications of where the car came from. Aaron stood from his chair and released the blinds. His head was full of tire pressures and suspension ratios. Shaking it out to think about the developing moment, Aaron could feel the energy, the way the car applied the brakes, the rhythm of the car doors, and the trunk space, the sudden shouting, and the plotting of a righteous man up the stairs.<br/><br/>Lee had followed John with a rag in his hands, dressed in a white coverall, strapped to his waist and hanging from his hips, he had taken the fabric off of his arms and shoulders due to the heat. A black tank top was underneath, as shy as Lee had become in his years, there was nothing unattractive about his face or his tightly wound skin. Junior stayed back to replace the alternator on a Mazda road car from 96. He scoffed to himself, despising the fact that the owner of a Mazda couldn't replace his own alternator.<br/><br/>"What's up?" Lee was quiet, merely announcing his presence, not persisting in any way or confused. He had reached the top of the steps, inadvertently urging John toward Jamie in the kitchen. Lee's rag was shoved into the waist of his coveralls. His jeans were exposed underneath in the process. He hadn't even heard the Mitsubishi pull in, too busy laughing about nothing with Junior.<br/><br/>Aaron was listening through the door of the office. He had heard Hellyer's introduction clearly.