He was drunk. It was hot and biting flies were everywhere. He stank and his robe was filthy. His feet were blistered and cracked from the heat and his...long journey northward.He had no money, having been robbed, beaten and left for dead by a band of thieves on the road to Bologna. He was able to barter for a meal and some stale beer by offering to clean the stables behind the inn. He had done a mediocre job on the stables, throwing fresh straw over old. His poor performance made the warm beer. It was legs and abs day, so I was doing lunges, leg curls, leg raises, crunches, side cruches, leg lifts etc. While doing the leg curls, he placed his hand rather firmly on my leg just below my bum, "to check" if the weight I was using was correct. Nice and firm he said as I curled my legs. After finishing that I move to the leg raise where he now placed his hand on my upper thigh checking again. He moved around with me through my entire workout, flirting as I trained. I soon started to feel a. I can explain."Jess looked him up and down, straightened herself up and took a step backtowards him. "Alright Cameron, explain yourself." I... I... I had all my clothes taken from me at the office gym... and...and... This was all I could find. I swear... And I... I didn't want tolook like a ... you know. A guy in drag... so... So... I wanted to lookpassable so I could. You know make it home... if I was recognized itwould be... bad... for the senator." I don't believe you, you make too sexy of a. "What's that?" I want you to keep doing what you did in front of your mom," she said. "Don't stop it. She's opened doors. Take advantage of them." But why?" I asked, "You make me happy." I know, but knowing that you're doing what you're doing makes ME happy."I stared at her in the soft violet light of late winter afternoon. "You're a mystery!" Carla, "I've always considered myself an oversexed Dare Devil in the sexual arena, but you, take the crown."She giggled and thanked me, then slithered.