Could that be why they ignored her? But why did they seem fine with me? Was it some sort of a double standard? Bah, these questions were going to driv... me crazy. Somehow, I don't exactly know how, but Amélie knew my thoughts were troubled. She wasn't even looking at me because she suddenly just stood up and turned to me, offering her hand as she said, “Lets take a shower. You can scrub my back and stare at my ass, old man.”I couldn't help but smile as we headed off. The shower was tragically. ..so tasty.Then we get to talking about being gay.I probably came off 'ignorant' and 'homophobic' but I just wanted to understand why they are attracted to guys. Why do they see a penis and say, 'yeah- put that in my mouth'? They start talking about all the benefits of having reversible lovers and how great it feels to make a dick cum. I was pretty awkward. Then they offered a neck massage.Fuck it. I knew they'd try and make a move, but I'm strong enough to stop someone from taking. “Well you better find a rope, or another model, because I’m not going to stop even if you put me in the hospital.”What happened next could only be described as the most legendary staring contest known to man. Our eyes stayed locked in menacing stares, the room staying as quiet as a funeral, mainly because this may lead to mine, but I wasn’t going to back down. Unless she knocked me out cold…again. After ten minutes went by and we still had gotten no where, the strangest thing happened. Izzy. All of that jumping, lifting things, and running around without going anywhere seemed rather pointless. Life in an office had really done a number on his fitness. He doubted that he could run a hundred yards, now.He tried to remember the last time he’d had a day filled with balanced meals. He couldn’t remember.There had been a time when he had a half a grapefruit, and a slice of toast for breakfast. Lately it had been toaster bagels with cream cheese, toaster waffles with maple syrup, or sugar.