that. A few more sit ups at night and morning." He started to leave the bench, when the door to the steam room opened and the muscular Adonis stepped out. The steam swirling around him from the door made him appear dream like. Marshall couldn't control the little gasp of appreciation that escaped his throat. The Adonis moved slowly, closed the door to the steam room, and slowly took his towel from its hook. He shook it out and slowly adjusted it around his more than ample endowments. Then he let his eyes travel slowly over to where Marshall stood waiting in appreciation. Adonis' eyes twinkled teasingly and his upper chest flexed so that his nipples alternated moving up and down.

Marshall smiled and sat down again. It was the old game of tease. Ten years ago he might have snapped at the bait. Not now. Times had changed him. He smiled again as Adonis slowly walked over to the bench.

"Say, that steam room is a hot place. Really hot," he lisped.

"Yes. It is," said Marshall. His interest stopped growing in the pit of his stomach. "Another Lady," he thought. "Why can't they just be a man.'

"Someone made a grab at me in there."

Marshall noted Adonis' speech wasn't so much a lisp as it was a phony southern accent. "Sounds like he's trying to do Scarlet from Gone With the Wind. Boy, you'll never make it. Tara has long since burned," he thought.

"Now who would ever do a thing like that to you?" Marshall asked. "Well A'hi never! Really you don't know what some people . . ." He stopped as the steam room door opened again. The heavy set young man came out. "Thea're he is!" said Adonis in a whisper.

Marshall saw that the young man was sweating heavily. He took his towel from his hook, wiped his face and upper body, then attempted to tie it around his ample mid-section. It came undone and fell to the floor.

Adonis smirked, "Fattie Pattie wants it so'ah bad."

"Wants what?" asked Marshall.

"You know, come on. I can tell by your eyes, Daddy. You know! You're hungry too, Mahn."

"Not anymore. I was never that hungry, Sonny!"

"Well, Really?" Something tells me you don't like me!"

"Like? No! Appreciate? Some, yes. You've got a very nice body, etc., and you've got youth, but that will change. Give yourself time. It will all go and you better have something else besides that under your towel," said Mrshall. "Ah... Well . . . I really don't have to worry. Ple-anty like what I have to offer. I've got plenty on the ball too. Don't let it worry you, Daddy."

"It doesn't. Honestly. It doesn't."

Just then the heavy young man came over to the two of them.

"Do you have the time?" he asked Marshall.

"It's later than you think. Too late for you, Dearie," said Adonis as he walked away. He looked over his shoulder to see what effect his words had made. When he saw none, he went up the stairs leaving Marshall and the young man alone. "What's wrong with him?"

"I offended her," said Marshall. He smiled and the young man said, "Mind if I join you?"

"Why not? It's a free bench."

"I know. Just thought I'd ask. Don't want you to . . ."

"Look, Lad, no pass is necessary. At my age one doesn't always assume that

a smile or someone sitting down next to one will mean a pass will follow. At my age one doesn't need to be chased all the time. It does get tiring after awhile." "Oh yeah?" said the young man with a broad smile.

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