Jake’s sudden hardness was pushing the towel into a peak. He suddenly ached to have Frank. It had been so long, too long since his last lover.“Sha...l we get you out of those muddy things?” Jake asked, hoping to get him naked and was pleasantly relieved when Frank began to undo buttons and zips in reply.An untidy heap of soiled clothing hit the floor a few moments later and Frank stood before Jake, naked, his arousal evident by his cock, pointing accusingly at Jake as if to say, look what you. I may, after I re-read it in a month, put out a revised version if I’m still not pleased with it. Live well! ————————————————– Prolog The pumpkin’s face wore a look of grim determination as it was buffeted by clouds. It was the same bold expression that Prometheus wore as he carried the light of knowledge out of its crypt and into the world, defying Zeus, the jealous, vindictive Lord of the Gods (and it was NOT the same pained expression that Prometheus wore as his liver was pecked out by. They are a commodity, and not to be wasted signing for free on a cruise only to see the signed photos and balls showing up on eBay immediately afterwards.Unlike most of my veteran ball playing companions, I took the effort to show up for all of our scheduled events (mostly) sober, and I put on (and kept on) my best public relations smile the entire five days of the cruise. Surprisingly, it was the youth baseball skill clinics that I enjoyed the most. I hadn't before shown much if any interest. "I know," the girl said. "Adam, did you really mean what you meantwhen you said that you wished it had been you that died, and notDenise?"Adam started at her words. First of all, she knew his name, andDenise's. Second, she knew exactly what he'd been thinking. He felt ashiver of unease, even fear. "Uh, how do you know that?" he mumbled.The girl smiled. "By the way, my name is Anya. As to how I know,let's just say that I know a few tricks. So, my question stands. Didyou really mean what.