The mirror by your wardrobe catches your eye, and you move towards it to see how 9 months of training has helped your out. The brown hair you had crop...ed now sits in waves just below your shoulder, with nice bangs to cover your forehead. Being 5'9" and 145 pounds, you're just glad most of the weight went to your ass and thighs as per the soy they were feeding you. Having tanned skin, you gave off an exotic look. You decide to check on the others.In the living room, in the same nightwear as you. You boys are always wrestling. And what is wrestling? You put your arms around another boy and flex your big manly muscles. Wrestling is hugging in disguise. So actually you do see boys hugging all the time.”“Eeew. That’s disgusting.”He punched me in the arm. It wasn’t hard – it was more of a symbolic punch. I guess I should take that as a compliment. Liz always says that if a boy punches you in the arm it means he likes you. I don’t think she means the way cousins like each other though.I. The cab windows were fogging up now as I was driving down the road to the Club, I then found a nicespot now so I can park my cab.As I walk in through the door, I can hear and see that's might be my lucky night. As now I look downtowards the bar I found an empty bar stools. It was about 2 mins later a rugged biker came and sat right beside me, He was started to ask me all kinds of question? Before I introduce myself to him,He told me his name was Art, This man was around 6'1 a good solid 220. While she organised rooms I rang Dad with a story about traffic getting out of the carpark and Mom having a noise hangover which was bringing on one of her headaches. He agreed we were very sensible about stopping and again made a comment that Mom really was too old for rock concerts.I walked to where the car was now parked which was now outside the last room. Inside Mom was sprawled across the double bed and Marty was sitting on a single bed looking out at me. It seems this was the only room.