Not overly muscled, but he possessed the sort of super-hero physique that both men and women worship. At his gym, in fact, both men and women did vis...ally worship this hunk, even if only in passing. He noticed that when he looked up the guys averted their gazes more quickly than the girls, but the admiration (or more?) was undeniable. Jeremy took it in stride and with humility. He was finishing up a tough session and was down to his last closing stretches. He always wore UnderArmour-like. Kaha hai to boli ghr hai aaj nai laai, jaldi jaldi me bhul gai me to !kyo kya hua?mene kaha aaj clss nai hai sir nai aare hai to neha are yar shit! ab kya krre yar?Mene kaha kuch nai barish rukne ka itjar kro or kya me bahar gya to bot tej barish aa rahi thi or bahar tha b koi nai to mere mind me idea aaya kyo na abhi sex kiya jaye kafi acha time hai me jadli se andr gya or get lock kr diyaNeha dr k khadi ho gai or boli kya hua get kyo band kiya mene kaha abhi yaha pe or bahar koi nai hai ye. ” I let out a little laugh. “Well, as many times as you can manage to get it up for.” “Oh, I think you might have a little surprised waiting for you.” “You managed three times with Ellen the other night.” “Which means I can definitely manage at least four for you, hot stuff. And if I lose?” Patrick asked. “Do you remember that bet I made back in graduate school?” I asked, making a motion and sound like I was barfing, just as I had at the end of the football game at the moment I lost that bet. " Dad hollered back, a big, wind-aided grin on his face."You can run her back tommorrow", he added, "when the sun's higher and we've got less shadows on the water." Awesome!" I grinned back. I had every intention of laying claim to this boat someday. But Dad always confessed that Saltwater sailing was what he missed, and the beautiful boat he'd sailed as a teenager with his Uncle Ambrose on Chocowinity Bay. I knew that boat was his to claim if he ever managed to reconcile with Grandpa.