He had been trying not to be too obvious in his admiration of the player's muscular torsos and especially the showers full of glistening soapy studs much like the one he was staring into right now (from the back of an adjoining stall several rows of lockers down, through the reflection from the overhead mirror that ran the length of the locker room).He had been trying not to be too obvious in his admiration of the player's muscular torsos and especially the showers full of glistening soapy studs much like the one he was staring into right now (from the back of an adjoining stall several rows of lockers down, through the reflection from the overhead mirror that ran the length of the locker room). The locker room was empty, save for the two naked football players in that shower stall. The coach, had gone home for the day leaving Marty to clean up after them. The two studs in the shower obviously had more important things on their minds-and in their hands-than worrying about a wimpy waterboy. |