The hostess said, "Follow me, do you prefer a booth or a table?"Sandy looked at Jan and opened her palms to ask which. Jan said, "For now we'll sit at...the bar." Sure, let me know when you want to be seated."Stan and Bob looked at each other and let out deep breaths. "So we're not going to the club," said Stan."Nothing's etched in stone just yet," said Sandy. Only two vacant seats were available at the crowded bar, and a young man sat between them. Jan asked if he would mind scooting over so. It's bold! Just like your shirt.” “Thank you. Just killing time before I go to the gym actually. Trying to avoid the crowd. There's this small window of time between the mom crowd, and the 'just out of work' crowd. That's my window of opportunity. You know, this shirt actually has a purpose, it's not just an attention getter.” “I believe you. But you're not easy to miss. It's a bright color for your tan skin, and it's pretty tight. Shows you off a bit.” “I suppose it does, doesn't it?” “M-hm.”. Peter instructed me to remove all my clothing as I would not need it for the next couple of days and to climb up on the one whipping table so he could prepare me for the first guard. The table had an upwards bend in the middle to lift my bottom up higher, a rigid support to hold my head at a precise position and the sections for my legs held them wide apart exposing me fully. After he had finished restraining me he left the room and in a few minutes the first guard appeared. He said nothing. At the gym Kris got into his lacrosse gear.“Why are you all kitted up” I asked, “Well there’s no point training without it!” he exclaimed. I went over to the Swiss ball and dumbbells to do some upper body work while Kris ran on the treadmill. After another steady 90 minutes of hard work, we decided to call it a day.Kris said, “Hey bro, do you mind if I use the shower in your room, I don’t really have one.”“No problem mate” I replied. We got back to my room and I said “You can shower first.”.