“Jace, take Mike to the locker room and get him cleaned up. See what’s bleeding,” Gabe said, turning to Consuela, “Boss? Anything broke or mis...laced?” “No. And nothing a good soak and a long weekend won’t fix.” Gabe laughed, “Humor me and touch your toes, roll your neck and then do the same with your upper body.” Consuela complied, “Happy? Nothing broken.” “Good. I haven’t seen a fight like that in a long time. He’s good you know. Better than he should be with only three years under his. I enter the bathroom where air is hot with steam and I hear the water splashing onto the bottom of the tub. The sunlight through the window casts a steamy, shadowy, erotic image of you against the thin vale of the shower curtain as you rinse your hair. Your arms are raised making your breasts rise and swell as if wanting to be touched and caressed with my gentle loving hands. I drink in the beautiful seductive vision before me as I begin to undress. Removing the last of my clothes, I watch. "Isn't this Mrs. Fairworth's house?" I asked. "Yes, she's my great-aunt, and I'm visiting for the summer, she's gone today taking the dog to the groomer and having lunch in town, she won't mind at all." We walked up the driveway to the front door and he let me in with his housekey, holding the door as a proper gentlemen would. "Would you like a cold drink?", he asked. "Yes, cola if you have it." "Ice?" "Yes, it's very warm out there!" He went into a suberbly furnished kitchen and took a glass. Only Darian could hoist me out once I had lowered the pendulous weight of my body into them, but they sure were comfortable—until it was time to get up. A sudden flush of water from my lower quarters signaled the beginning ablution which was to culminate in the Opening Ceremony later in the day. I retired to the bedroom, where we had prepared all the vestments of the room for this occasion, while Darian toweled the couch dry. Darian sat above me with my head in his lap, his hands a golden.