Now it was only the food, the music and the atmosphere that brought the young man to the fair.Walking across the pavilion Michael tried to spy somethi...g to do, he had already rode the teacups to the point where it bored him and the other rides were far to intimidating. Walking across the pavilion Michael noticed a tent, with a large picture of a meditating human outside.What was odd about the picture was that it was coloured in different areas of the body and listed them with hindu names,. I caught a little flak when I was in Iraq. Just a few pieces in my thigh. There’s not supposed to be any permanent damage. But it did get me home for a few months. So that’s good.”“I’m so sorry to hear you got hurt. How long have you been back?“I’ve been back for two months. All of it in physical therapy. Boy, those therapists can be real sadists. They push harder than my drill instructors ever did.”The two of them continued to chat long after the plane took off. For a change, the flight served. As the gym slut, he knew what his place was, what he was supposed to do.“Suck, whore…”“Unff, you already got your turn, it’s time for me to take him.”Two studs pressed in from either side, one stallion like him and the bulky bull, everyone other than him rippling with muscle that he hardly ever thought he could boast. The stallion was bigger than him, stronger than him, the two of them boasting brown hides, though Ben thought that the stallion might have been more chestnut than bay. It was hard. " Not really," I defend the doctor. "Actually, she's quite nice after you get to know her."We talk for the few minutes it takes for Susan to finish up with Mrs. Alvery. She seems to be taking an abnormally long time, but I don't mind. I like talking to Roger. Besides, it gives me the opportunity to take the occasional glance at his crotch. It looks more swollen than most men, but it's hard to tell.He sits down on the examination table. I remain standing and try to look busy by going through.