Chapter 8

“Whoa, dude!”

“What,” said Marshall, turning a slow circle, looking on the ground around him.

“Your body!”

Marshall looked down at himself, “Yeah, I’m a little white.” He ran his hands over his chest. “My hair’s grown out a bit too much?”

Sean laughed hardily. “No, it’s not that. You’re ripped to shreds, man.”

“You think?” Marshall looked down at his broad, muscular chest and his toned abs. He moved his arms around, watching the muscles flex beneath the skin. He looked at Sean’s lean swimmer’s build and smooth, hairless skin. “I guess I am kinda jacked.”

“Kinda?” Sean said and laughed.

“Well, compared to Kip, I’m a shrimp.”

“Who’s Kip?”

“He’s this dude I work with. You want to see jacked, you should see him. His muscles have muscles. Plus, he doesn’t have a farmer’s tan like me.”

“Hey,” said Sean. “The farmer’s tan makes the look.”