It was only a few minutes later that he followed me into the kitchen. Today he was wearing a shorter, lighter, robe. His eyes nearly popped when he sa... me. Before Mark could say anything I said, “Just go take a seat in the living area and I’ll bring your coffee over to you.” Mark did as he was told, making sure he pulled the bottom of his robe together as he sat in one of the easy chairs. I wondered what, if anything, he was wearing underneath. I took encouragement from the fact that he seemed. On a rare home date when we had no game scheduled, I invited Emily to join me for a restaurant meal. She accepted and drove us both several miles out of Frederick to a country inn where, at my request, she had arranged reservations. The meal turned out to be far finer than anything I had expected from any in-town restaurant, and we lingered afterward over wine that was of a quality I had seldom experienced.“This is my very first time out for a good meal with anyone since Roger — Mr. Farnsworth. Now as you know Halfpenny Hill Dairy Farm is quite isolated. We think it was that fact that attracted our villains. I interviewed one of the farm hands who saw what happened. His attention was attracted by a great deal of squawking coming from the pen where the farm was keeping some geese in readiness for Christmas. Apparently there were six of them, one the family planned to have for their own Christmas dinner; the others were destined for sale in the village. Our witness saw three men. Though he still enjoyed playing soccer whenever he could, Justin had joined Mark and me using the campus gym to keep in shape whenever we had the time. He suddenly paused the game and told me to stand. Without questioning I did as I was told."Flex," he commanded. "You look like you might be gaining more muscle than Mark."Not thinking anything of it, I flexed first my arms then showed off my pecs and legs for him. I had been working hard on gaining definition similar to his so it made me feel.