The callouses were softening, the lines on my palm were becoming shallower.In excitement, I dropped my hand and looked back to the mirror. My reflecti...n was still very blurry. "What the...!?" I felt something crawling down my neck, spider-like. I jumped and moved to slap it away and only found long hair, but in the sudden movement I had knocked my glasses askew and when I looked back to the mirror, no longer looking through the lenses, I knew that magical pink pill was working.The reflection. While I frolicked a young man appeared on the bank. He was tall and from afar I couldn’t tell much about him. As I swam closer to the bank his features became more visible. He looked to be of Mediterranean descent. He had a strong Greek features and shiny dark hair with a richly tanned complexion. He was clad in linen shorts and wore no shirt. His body looked as if it had been chiseled by a master sculptor lovingly. There was not one ounce of fat or imperfection visible. As I climbed. One of the tavern sluts latched onto person almost pressing her partially exposed boob into her overly displeased face. She did her best to avoid her instinctive distaste at the flouncing filly on her lap and gave her a good pinch on her plump buttock for good measure.“Oh, la, young man, pray take it easy with me backside. My bottom may be the seat of your pleasure if you have some coins to pay for it.”One of the woman’s drooping breasts popped out of the top of her gown and she wet her finger. "Well, Sir..I was just wondering' how come you always take so much food away from here and always the same order..." I stop myself before I make a fool out of myself and look down quickly. He smirks. "Never, ever ask the questions you do not truly want to know the answers to." He slaps a $20 on the counter and walks out. You may think it's not that big of a deal, but this is pertinent to my story because this was in an essence my beginning to the end. He stirred something in me, something that.