9 Chapter 9

“You okay there, buddy?”

He looked startled for a second, then pasted on a smile. “I’m fine, thanks. Lead the way.” I had to besatisfied with that.

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It was hard work, but the guests at the community center had a great time, as far as I could tell. There was a lot of food, activities, performances, and even bingo and poker. One of the seniors suggested strip poker, but that didn’t fly. Whew! As for Titus, he looked the worse for wear, but by the end of the day, he seemed to have gotten into the groove of things.

We walked together to our vehicles when it was over, a little sweaty and tired, but pleased with our efforts. “You do this sort of thing all the time?” Titus asked as he unlocked his car trunk and pulled out a fresh shirt.

I watched as he stripped out of the stained one he’d been wearing and pulled the fresh one over his head. And no, I will not comment about tight abs or lickable nipples or anything along those lines.