"I've already registered for Selective Service." Well, that's just being a good citizen, son," he laughed. "There's more to it than that. Just don't...say anything for a few minutes and let me get this all out."He then sat there and explained a long story about our family that went back for generations. It involved a long-distance relative from somewhere in Eastern Europe that moved into Germany and then migrated to the United States at Galveston. I knew that part of our history. My relative. All the curves ran smoothly from one to the other and there wasn't a male in the building that didn't track her all night. She was a Centerfold wet dream.I don't know why she came over to me and introduced herself that night, but we clicked and 10 months later we became man and wife. Our life after that was fantastic. We made love several times a day when first married, and after 11 years of marriage she still looked like a brick shit house, and quite frankly, I loved her more then than when we. And I don’t just mean the main participants, I could feel it and I was just a glorified towel boy, still I was part of the crew.One of the good things about a big fight is they have a set starting time. No rushing at the last moment to get out there because there had been couple of early knockouts on the undercard. We could time it so Dave would be ready at ten o’clock. He didn’t have to be sitting around all suited up waiting for the call to go out while trying to burn off tension and nervous. I wandered down the path and started to look for the young guy.The woods here in this spot are extremely heavy with growth, and as I was walking slowly and peering ahead I noticed a movement on my right and there he was leaning on a fallen tree smiling at me.I walked over to him, and without a word he grabbed his groin, and moved his hand up and down a few times over his pants.I smiled back, licked my lips...the eternal signal of hooking up.The game was on.I walked up to him, and put my hand on.