Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2006 15:42:29 EST
From: Jetjt@aol.com
Subject: Super Jeff, Chapter 5

The following story is a work of gay fiction. If the subject matter is
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permission. HUGs. John Tucker, JETjt @aol.com

					SUPER JEFF

					Chapter Five

CHRIS' POV

`What the fuck?" my mind screamed as I looked at the monitor, seeing the
locker room where I had my first real taste of man-sex with Charlie. `Jeff
was watching,' I realized in shock. `Holy Shit!'

My thoughts made a jumble of my emotions as I considered the implications
of my discovery. I felt violated and angry; I knew that not only had Jeff
set the whole thing up, he was nonplussed afterward. My first reaction was
to leave, yet common sense dictated otherwise. Where would I go? I felt
trapped. Tears came to my eyes as I arose from the computer-chair and
stumbled to my room. Lying down on my bed, I wept until I fell asleep. In a
fitful sleep I dreamt that I was naked, tied-up, spread-eagle on a bed, my
arms and legs roped to the four bedposts. I struggled to get free as I saw
to my shock the door handle go down, the door swing open, and Jeff stood
there grinning, in black leather, whip in hand.

JEFF's POV

Taking two stairs at a time, I bounded up the curved monumental staircase
to the upper floor where the bedrooms were located. I noted that Chris'
door was closed, but still expected to find him in my room on the computer.
I noted that the door to my room was ajar and pushed on it, finding the
room empty.  Striding over to my computer, I saw that Chris had obviously
been there as the chair was pulled back and turned, like he'd left in a
hurry. The screen was dark, which was normal as I'd set it to do that when
not in use. I laid the package I was carrying on the desk and pushed the
chair around to put it back where it belonged. The chair bumped into the
retractable keyboard shelf jiggling the mouse that was beside the keyboard.
The screen blinked on and I saw that the last icon Chris used was
highlighted.  Curious, I reached down and clicked the left mouse key, to
see what had caused Chris to leave so quickly. The image appeared quickly.
I was looking at the locker-room in the exercise building.

`Fuck!'  I knew immediately what Chris had seen and why he'd left so
suddenly. I turned and headed quickly for his room, praying that he'd not
run away.  My embarrassment at having been caught was only exceeded by my
concern for Chris. Cursing myself for my stupidity, I reached the door to
his room and knocked. When I didn't hear a response, nor had the door
opened, I grabbed the handle, pushing it down. Swinging the door inward
away from me I stepped through the portal, looking around. I saw Chris'
form on the bed and as I saw his tear-streaked face, his eyes opened. A
look of fear and horror gripped him as he reacted to seeing me, pulling
himself into a protective fetal position.

"Chris!  What's wrong?" I asked in concerned shock at his reaction.

"GET OUT!" he screamed.

"Hey, I'm sorry^Å." I began

"OUT!" he again shouted, pointing at the door.

Pulling back, I retraced the few steps I'd taken into his space. "I'll be
in my room," I said simply. "Again I'm sorry," I added as I backed into the
hall pulling his door with me.

I turned toward my room with my head hanging; I pondered what had caused
such a violent reaction in him on seeing me. It's not that I didn't expect
him to be mad for watching him with Charlie, but the fear that I saw in his
eyes had caught me completely off guard. In my entire life I'd never seen a
look like that! It was like Chris was haunted and I was the ghost.  What
happened to my simple life? I wondered. Chris' appearance added an
excitement to my life that was unexpected, yet at the same time added
complications that I never dreamed of. Was I sorry that we'd taken him in?
I didn't think so, but this latest look on his face made me wonder. Maybe
there was more to Chris than just a cute young gay guy in need of help. I
didn't know.

Re-entering my room, I walked over to my computer desk and sat down. I
closed the security program and called up my e-mail. I deleted the spam
that I found there and opened a note from my friend Sean. Sean was a
football jock I'd known since grade school. His dad owned the local Buick
dealership and they did pretty well, I guess. His note said that they were
having a beach party on Friday night near Hermosa Beach and I was invited.
I replied, telling him I was interested, but that I had a friend staying
with me and asked if I could bring him too. I sent it off and closed down
the computer.

Pushing back the chair I glanced at my watch. It was 4:45. I wondered when
Dad and Mom would be home. I'd forgotten to make dinner reservations, which
I normally did when Frank was off. I picked up the `walk-around' phone and
dialed my Mom's number.

"Hi Mom," I said when she answered. "Are you and Dad gonna be around for
dinner? I need to make reservations if we're going out."

She told me that they would be gone for dinner but should be home around
7:30. She also told me that Dad had met with his lawyer about Chris and
that he wanted to talk to us when they got home. I said that we'd go out
for dinner, but should be back by the time they got home. She said she had
to go but reminded me to be good and take care of Chris. After saying
goodbye, she hung up.

Deciding to take the bull by the horns, I again returned to Chris' door. I
wanted to work out, but decided that returning to the exercise room right
now was not the best of plans.

"Hey Chris," I said loudly as I knocked on the door but didn't open
it. "Mom and Dad are going to be gone for dinner. They wanted us to go out
and eat without them."

"I'm not hungry," I heard through the door. The voice I heard was not loud,
but I didn't detect either the anger or fear that I sensed earlier.

"We don't have to have to go right now," I offered. "It's just that Dad
talked to his lawyer and he'd like to meet with us when he gets home about
7:30. I thought we'd go out and eat first."

There was a pause while Chris' mind absorbed my argument.

"Uh, I'll be ready in 15 minutes."

"Okay, I'll meet you downstairs," I said. "I'm wearing shorts. It's not
going to be fancy."

I didn't hear any reply, so I returned to my room, made sure my face and
hands were clean and my hair tamed. Checking to see that I had my cell
phone and my keys, I left the room and headed downstairs. A few minutes
later I saw Chris coming down the stairs. His face was freshly washed and
his eyes, though a bit red, had returned to their normal look. I thought it
would be unwise to comment, so I just arose from the sofa where I'd been
channel surfing and clicked off the TV.

"What are you in the mood for?" I asked.

"You pick," he replied. "At our house we never ate out."

"How about Mexican?" I suggested.

"Sounds okay to me. You'll have to help me order though. I've never been in
a Mexican restaurant."

"Man! Have you been missing something! I can't imagine growing up in
Southern Cal and not knowing all there is about Mexican food."

"I had a tamale once in the cafeteria at school," he reflected.

"That stuff there is poison! I'm surprised you survived the experience," I
exclaimed with a grin.

Chris laughed in spite of himself as we climbed into my Z car. Pressing the
button built into the visor the large garage door began rolling upward.

"You are going `to school' at dinner," I explained. "I know an authentic
Mexican food place that serves all the original stuff.  Most places now,
especially the up-scale ones, serve only what I call `Nouveaux Mexican'." I
laughed at the thought of mixing a French word into a discussion of Mexican
food. "It's not that the stuff isn't good," I continued, "It's just not
what I'd call authentic. We'll start with the original stuff and then
graduate to the Americanized versions later."

"Will you help me pick out what to eat?" he asked as we exited the drive
and headed down the hill. the large iron gates again closing.

"Sure, but I already know what you should order," I replied. "They have a
combination plate there with a taco, a cheese enchilada, and a tamale that
is out of this world. Of course you get beans and rice too. While they're
preparing our meals the waiter will bring out a bowl of hot tortilla chips
and some really good salsa. I'll order something different from you so you
can have a taste of mine too. By the time we're done, you'll know what most
of the stuff is and can order for yourself next time."

Chris smiled in gratitude as he looked forward to the meal.

"I'm glad we started early," I rambled. "This place is not close, but it's
worth the drive. It's not much to look at either, but the food makes up for
the lack of ambience."

"You're the driver," conceded my passenger.

Looking at Chris I saw a completely different person than I saw earlier in
his room. He was smiling and seemed to have regained his confidence. I
thought that it might be the right time to broach the subject of his
distress.

"Chris, I'm really sorry about watching you and Charlie," I began. "It was
stupid of me and an invasion of your privacy. I apologize from the bottom
of my heart. I'm willing to do everything I can to make it up to you."

Chris looked away from me and out the window as he responded. "I've thought
a lot about it," he started. "I admit that I was pissed that you thought so
little of me that you'd arrange for a massage like that, then spy on me
without my knowledge or consent. In fairness though, I have to confirm that
I'd never have agreed to the massage if you'd have asked, and," he said
blushing, "I really enjoyed it. I've decided I can't be mad about that.  I
am disappointed though that you spied on Charlie and me. I'll accept your
apology though and get over it. Just don't do it again, okay?"

"I promise," I responded humbly. "Is that it?"

"That's it," he answered.

I looked at him curiously.

"I don't understand," I revealed.

"You don't understand what?" he asked me.

"I understand your being angry and disappointed in me because of the
Charlie thing, but I was shocked to see the fear in your eyes when we were
in your room. What did I do? It scared the hell out of me."

"Oh that!" he said with a smile, yet I saw a hint of fear return to his
eyes as he remembered.

"I was having a nightmare when you came in," he explained. "I dreamed that
you had me tied to the bedposts naked, and came into the room wearing
leather and brandishing a whip. I was frightened out of my wits. Then I
opened my eyes and there you were in the doorway. I guess I just flipped
out."

 "Wow! I guess my timing couldn't have been worse," I offered. "Look, I
hope you know that I'd never do that to you. I'm not a sadist, nor a
masochist. I will never hurt you nor do I want you to hurt me. My vision of
love is tenderness and caring, not beating each other up. Oh, I know some
guys get their jollies that way, but that's their thing not mine. Nothing
could interest me less."

"I'm glad," Chris replied with a grim smile. "Dreaming about it was bad
enough. I'd hate to be terrorized like that in real life."

"You needn't be worried about that on my part," I promised. "I'll never
hurt you."

"Thanks SJ," he responded. "It's behind us now, so let's forget it."

"Well, our timing is good," I said pointing. "There's our dining spot."

		* * *

The dinner was as good as I remembered. Chris was like a baby who'd found a
new toy. He not only enjoyed the dinner I'd selected for him, but he
sampled a bit each of my chili relleno, and beef with bean
burrito. Afterward we had that wonderful sopapilla, a hot, fried, sweet,
puff bread that we filled with honey. It's terribly messy but delicious. We
were in a great mood when we returned home.

On entering the garage, I saw that both my parents' cars were
there. Glancing at my watch, I saw that we were on time. It reminded me
that I'd forgotten to give the gift I'd purchased that day to Chris. We
climbed out of the car, chatting about our plans for tomorrow, and entered
the house through the door leading from the garage to the house.  We found
my parents enjoying an after-dinner drink in the family room.

"Hi guys," Mom said smiling. "How was dinner?"

"It was great," Chris quickly answered with a smile. "SJ took me to
Garcia's in Inglewood. I got a taste of real Mexican food."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it dear," Mom replied. "We haven't been there since
Jeffy was small."

"Hey Mom, watch the Jeffy stuff! You trying to destroy my image?"

"I think Jeffy's cute," Chris said with a grin.

"Thanks, I think you're pretty cute too," I retorted with an even bigger
grin.

"I^Ådidn't^Å mean^Å" Chris stammered his face turning read.

"Told ya so," my Dad muttered, then laughed at Chris' embarrassment.

"It's okay son, you gotta be sharp around this place. I had a meeting with
my lawyer this morning. Would you like to talk privately, or is it alright
to discuss it here?"

"Well," Chris said slowly as he thought about it. "We might as well have it
all out in the open since it looks like Jeff is gonna be my guardian while
you guys are in Europe. That is, assuming I'll still be here."

Dad roared at the thought. When he calmed down he began speaking.

"Ed, my lawyer, did some fast work today. After I explained what we wanted
to do, he reached your dad and got him to sign papers giving us
guardianship."

"That's great," Chris responded, then asked, "What did my Dad say?"

"I'd rather not repeat it," Dad responded. "Let's just say that he hasn't
changed his mind about you. I don't want to put him down, but honestly
you're better off without him. At least here you'll be welcomed and
accepted."

"Thank you sir," Chris said sincerely. "You guys are great!"

"Tell that to Jeffy," Mom said.

A pained expression came over my face at the mention of my perception of
the folks, but the feeling passed and I smiled.

"Hey, I know you guys are great," I said. "I'd just like to be around you
more to share in the greatness."

"We'll do the trip, I promise," Dad said. "Have you guys thought about
where you'd like to go?"

"I have," I answered. "I think we should go on a week's cruise to
Alaska. You could leave your cell phones at home and we could spend a lot
of time together!"

Dad's eyes lit up. "I think that would be fun. I checked my calendar
today. I could get away the first week in August. I called Mel and she's
arranged to be off then too. I'll leave it up to you to make the
arrangements."

"Yes!" I shouted in glee. "We're really gonna do it!"

Dad and Mom both smiled at my enthusiasm. I looked at Chris and his grin
nearly matched mine

"What are you guys going to be doing while we're in Europe?" Mom asked.

"We really haven't discussed it," I said honestly. "Personally, I'd like to
get out of town for a few days. I'm just not sure yet. Chris and I will
talk about it and let you know before the week is out."

"If you do go, make sure you take Ed's phone numbers with you," Dad
directed. "If you have any trouble, you can call him, even at home. He will
have our power-of-attorney and can handle any emergency."

"Dad, I never get into trouble," I responded.

"There's a first time for everything," he wisely reminded me. "Besides,
there are a lot of crazies out there. You never know.'

"I'll take your advice," I assured him, "like I always do."

"Like you do when it doesn't conflict with what you want to do," he
corrected me.

"Yeah that too," I said with a wink.

"What are you guys doing tonight?" Dad asked.

"No plans," I answered.

"Why don't you let Mel and I teach you two how to play Bridge?" he
suggested.

My chin about hit the floor in shock! My parents wanted to spend the
evening with me!  I was struck dumb.

"Well, how about it?" Dad asked again when I didn't answer. "I was serious
about making an effort to get to know my two sons."

"Yeah^Å sure," I said smiling. I'm not sure that the look on Chris' face
was happiness, but I know, without a doubt that he knew what it meant to
me.

"Sounds good to me," Chris added, not with great enthusiasm, but at least
with willingness.

What followed was a 30 minute tutorial conducted by my mother. Even though
I got a bit antsy to play, I paid close attention and quickly I began to
understand the game. The two opposing teams bid against each other using
bidding `signals' to tell their partner how good their hand is. Whichever
team bids the highest `wins' the bid and whichever partner names the trump
(wild) suit is called the declarer and plays both his and his partner's
hand. The partner of the declarer, who's called `the dummy', lays down his
hand for all to see, and goes to the john or gets snacks while the declarer
plays both hands against the opposing team. Learning how to play the hand
is the easier part of the game to learn. You have to learn the bidding
`signals' in order to understand how high you can bid. That's the hard
part. We learned that there are rarely used but important `special signals'
to use if you and your partner have great hands. Mom wanted to wait to
explain those signals but as the game formulated in our minds Chris and I
wanted to hear it all.

We played a couple of practice games with Chris and me as partners. At
first we felt unsure of what we were doing but the `rents dealt first a
couple of "show" hands where we laid the cards on the table face-up and
could see what each person should do. Of course that was easy when you
could see everything. After the practice hand was bid, we played the hand
out to see what would normally happen. After two hands of that we played a
couple of practice regular hands asking questions if we didn't understand
what we were to do. Then the play began in earnest.

We got trounced at first, but quickly got the hang of the game. I won't
describe the scoring as it has its own complications, except to say that
you get rewarded on the scorecard if you make your bid, and penalized if
you don't.

I watched Chris through all of this and was surprised how smart he was. He
grasped the concepts quickly and had a competitive streak in him that
surprised me. I was sure that I'd underestimated his potential. I mean, I
knew he was good in English, but that's not a fair measuring stick. I was
beginning to see the guy inside and what made him tick, and was most
pleasantly surprised. His natural reticence not to expose himself to others
made him almost invisible in a crowded school setting. Here at home I could
see a lot of strengths in him that I wouldn't have guessed. I could see
that with a little help and encouragement, I could be a positive influence
to bring him out of his shell. I felt certain that by developing his cute,
but weak body, he would gain a pride in his looks and abilities. Getting
over his trepidations at being gay would help too.

I decided to suggest to him that he take martial arts instructions while I
took my piano lessons. Once he felt sure that he could defend himself
against bigger guys, his confidence would grow even more.

At one point in the game when I was the dummy I slipped up to my room. I
picked up the package I'd laid on the desk earlier in the day and extracted
the sales slip, throwing it away. I then went into the bathroom, took a
quick leak, went back to the game, bag in hand. I saw that Chris had won
the hand and there was a break in the play while Mom went to the powder
room and Dad went over to the bar to pour another Scotch for himself. I sat
down in my chair across from Chris and laid the bag in front of him.

"Here.  I got you something today." I said.

Chris looked at me curiously, then picked up the bag and extracted the
small plastic box inside. Mom had joined Dad at the bar and watched the
exchange. Chris opened the box and saw inside the nice but inexpensive
watch I'd purchased for him while I was out earlier. His eyes lit up
reflecting his pleasure.

"Thanks," he said softly, looking into my eyes with gratitude. "I always
wanted a watch."

"We do things by the clock around here," I kidded. "Ya gotta be equipped to
live life in the fast lane."

Dad and Mom returned to the table and asked to see the present. Both smiled
at my thoughtfulness and at Chris' pleasure at the gift.

Without thinking, Mom suggested that I could have bought a more expensive
watch.

"Mom," I explained, "kids live a rough and tumble life. Watches get banged
up, lost or swiped. That watch is just like the one I wear for knocking
around. It's perfect because you don't have to live your life protecting
your damned thousand dollar watch."

"I stand corrected," Mom acquiesced. Dad grinned.

"I love it," Chris said settling the matter.

We played Bridge until 11:30 with Dad and Mom cleaning our clocks in spite
of a last minute rally on Chris' and my part. Dad and Mom declared that it
had been fun but that tomorrow was another workday and they needed their
rest. They excused themselves as we put away the bridge cards and
equipment.

When they were gone, Chris looked at me and said. "Thanks again for the
watch Jeff. It was really very thoughtful of you."

"No prob Bro," I said. "I should have noticed when we were shopping
yesterday that you weren't wearing one."

"What's important to me is that you did notice and did something about it,"
he countered. "It's a new experience for me to have someone care and one
that I appreciate."

"Well^Å.. whatever," I responded, almost embarrassed. "Uh, if we're going
to run in the morning, we'd better make some Z's."

A pained expression crossed his face at the thought, then he smiled and
agreed, "Yeah, I guess so. You'd better wake me. This late night stuff is
gonna make it hard for me to want to get up."

"No problemo," I replied.

"What are we doing tomorrow?" Chris asked.

"Well, tomorrow is Wednesday. First is our run, then a little break before
my piano lesson at 10:00. Then we'll go have lunch at the club and
afterward you have your last golf lesson with the club pro. That will only
take a half-hour. Then we'll hit balls for an hour. After we do that for a
while, we'll practice putting and I'll show you how to hit sand shots. The
club has nice practice greens for doing that. That will get us ready for
your first round of golf on Thursday. I've already got a tee time and we'll
play as a twosome so that we won't slow anyone behind us. It's just
practice, so you needn't worry about your score. You're hitting the ball
well already, so I think you'll be surprised how well you'll do."

I continued. "After golf practice tomorrow, we need to come back here. I
have an English lesson tomorrow afternoon at three. You can rest or mess
with the computer while I do that, then we'll work out. We missed it today,
so we have to make up. That will put us at dinnertime. During the evening
we can do something if you want, but I suspect that we'll both be tired."

"I'm sure I will be," he replied. "I guess there won't be much time for
just hanging-out huh?

"We have the weekend for that," I responded. "During the week we work, and
during the weekend we play."

"I guess that's fair," Chris said. "I see what you meant when you said
there'd be no time for a job."

"We only have this summer and next school year to get ready to face the
college world. We wanna be ready," I explained.

"I never really had more than hopes for college," Chris said. "It was get a
scholarship or not go."

"That's changed," I assured my new friend. "Mom and Dad would both be
pissed if we didn't make the most of ourselves. I know that I'm going for a
golf scholarship. You might too, but as late as you're starting with the
game, I suspect that you'll have better luck getting an academic
one. You're pretty smart. It's just a way of being not so dependent on Mom
and Dad and showing them that we can achieve stuff on our own. It beats the
hell out of flipping burgers."

"That's for sure," agreed Chris.

"Hey, I had an idea while we were playing bridge," I said as we started for
our rooms. "What do you think of taking martial arts lessons for the
summer?"

"When will you have time?" he asked me.

"Oh I wasn't talking about me. I was thinking of you," I replied realizing
that I hadn't made myself clear. "I took `em a couple of years ago and it
really helped to bolster my confidence."

"Well, I don't know," he said hesitantly. "We have a lot of physical stuff
going on. I'm not sure I'm able to do more."

"Well, think about it," I suggested. "You don't have to do anything you
don't want to. I just know that you'll feel better about yourself if you
do."

"I'll consider it," he promised as we reached his door.

"Well goodnight," he said as he grabbed the handle.

"Could I ask you something?" I said, not quite finished with our
conversation.

"Sure," he replied simply as he paused.

"Umm, do you^Å like me?" I asked hesitantly.

"What's not to like?" he responded quickly with an added wink.

"That's what I thought," I said grinning. "Goodnight."

"'Night," he responded with a similar grin as he opened the door and
disappeared.

`Hmm,' I thought with hope, `maybe I have a chance with him.'

I moved down the hallway toward my room, my thoughts mulling over the
possibilities.

		* * *

CHRIS'S POV

Closing the door behind me, my mind raced. Had SJ just asked me what I
thought he did?  I wasn't sure, but mentally kicked myself at my glib
answer. Well, at least I hadn't said no. God! I couldn't imagine in my
wildest dreams that Jeff would be interested in me that way. My mind was in
turmoil. This whole experience since I'd left home had left me
breathless. Maybe some sleep would help. I began to shed my clothing and
prepare for some much needed rest. I'd worry about it in the morning I
decided as I put my clothes in the hamper. Ten minutes later, I was dead to
the world.

		* * *

I awoke with Jeff's hand shaking my shoulder.

"Up and at `em big boy," he said cheerfully.

`Oh no!" my mind said automatically as my sound sleep was interrupted.

I looked up and saw Jeff's eyes sneaking a glance at my lower
body. Realizing that I was uncovered and that my morning wood was obvious,
I quickly snatched the covers over my lower body in embarrassment.

"Nice wood," Jeff commented with a gentle smile. "You're gonna make
somebody very happy."

"Go away," I responded.

"Not `till I see your feet on the floor," he countered.

I sat up and swung my feet off the bed, grabbing the sheet and trying to
keep it wrapped around my waist.

"Don't be shy," he said laughing at my shyness. "I've got one of those
things too. It's almost as nice as yours. Damned thing won't behave any
better than yours does."

The fog of sleep was clearing from my mind as I sat there, not replying.

"I'll meet you in the kitchen," he offered as he turned toward the
doorway. "Get your running stuff on. We're gonna beat yesterday's time by a
minute."

"I can't wait," I said sarcastically as I struggled to my feet.

		* * *

We did better than he promised. We beat yesterday's time by nearly two
minutes! I was proud as he praised me. My smile belied the tiredness of my
muscles and the gasping of breath, reflecting my winded condition. Once I'd
recovered my wind, I realized that our time had to be a lot slower than
when he ran alone. He was barely breathing hard. I reasoned that it would
get easier as I got used to running. Then it dawned on me that tomorrow
he'd want to go faster yet, so my thought of relief wasn't in my immediate
future. Nevertheless, I'd take all the praise I could get. I looked
admiringly at S J's lean, powerful body and realized that I could look that
way. I knew that Jeff wouldn't be satisfied until I did. In a way I wanted
to retreat into hiding, but I knew that there were rewards in following his
lead, not the least of which was Jeff's admiration of my efforts and the
hoped for results. Considering that only a few days ago I was lost, alone,
and rejected, I now could look toward a future, a better one than I had
ever imagined. If it took some sweat to achieve it, I knew that I could do
it. Maybe then Jeff could really look at me the way with pride at being
with me, the way.

"Okay," Jeff announced as we finished breakfast. "You have an hour or so to
slack off while I practice my piano. You can catch a nap or play with your
new computer or whatever. I'd suggest a shower though, you're pretty
pungent," he said with a wink.

"You're no bed of roses yourself," I countered. "After my shower I think
I'll sit down at the computer. I'm sure I can find a few pix of cute guys."

"You're gonna get me all jealous," S J said with a wink. "Here I've been
working this poor body to death trying to make it attractive."

"Yeah, mine!" I complained.

"Just you wait Buddy Boy, he countered. "When I get through with you there
won't be a guy or gal in this State that wouldn't drop their pants just to
get a glimpse of you nekkid! Heck, you might even convince me!"

"Fat chance of that," I said. "I'm just a skinny pole."

"Don't put yourself down;" he responded with seriousness, "I think you're
the best looking guy I know, even if you are a bit thin. But I have plans
for you! When people see us walking down the street, heads are gonna turn."

"They already do," I retorted grimly. "They look and think, `What's that
stud doing with that nerd?"

"We gotta work on your attitude," Jeff said, "but that will come by itself
once we get you a new body."

"Where do I trade this one in?" I kidded.

"Hey there are parts just below your waist that can't be improved. We just
have to remodel the parts above and below them," he declared. "By the end
of the summer there's gonna be a new you."

"I kinda hoped you might like the one sitting here now."

"I do baby, I do. You just don't know how much."

"You've got that lusty look in your eyes," I observed aloud.

"Yeah!" he said feigning heavy breathing.

"You're just trying to get in my knickers," I said laughing.

"Would that be so bad?" he asked looking hurt.

"It's a bit early for that," I announced, pulling his chain. "Besides we're
almost brothers."

"Incest begins at home," he cited with a wink.

I wasn't sure how to answer that, so I just laughed.

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