He was helping one of the women get set up on the treadmill. He was tall, with dark hair, and a killer body. As I got onto the treadmill, I was really...trying to keep my eyes down and not pay attention to what was going on across from me but it was not easy, and then there he was standing in front of me. “How is everything going?” he asked. I nearly tripped over my feet when I looked up, “Um, fine,” I stammered. “Well if you need anything my name is Brian,” he said as he was walking away. . Looking in the mirror, I could see through the blouse only enough that my torso was silhouetted by the window behind me. The delicious possibilities made brain run faster."What if a woman notices? Or what if a fashion-conscious teenage girl sees me and giggles? Should I walk away fast, or stay and let myself be embarrassed? What if I found something to say that was almost humiliating?" My resolve to carry out this crazy plan swelled as much as my crotch. I loved the feelings and my androgyny so. ’ he said finally. ‘What?’ ‘Ever since we began talking I wanted you. Laura loved me, but she didn’t understand me, didn’t know what I wanted. You did.’ I shook my head, ‘Roman, you’re confused. You’re on the rebound, it’s -‘ ‘No, I’m not confused.’ he said sternly, ‘I’m sure I’ve been falling in love with you.’ And there it was, out in the open. ‘You,’ I stuttered, ‘You love me?’ His arms wrapped around me, and he just held me, his strong hands against the small of my back. He put his face in. No, she didn’t stopped fucking herself. She went on. In the same rhythm: Slow, hard and deep. And if nothing was happening, she asked me the question: “Son, everything alright with you?”“Mom, I had a bad dream. Can I stay with you?”“But son, aren’t you too old for that? You haven’t slept in mommy’s bed since more then a decade.”“But mom, please.”She signalled me to lie down beside her. While doing so, she let out some deep, passionate moans. I took the blanket, covered my self and pretended to.