Chapter 8: Chapter 8

As they went around the corner, Alex saw another shorter bench,

this one only about ten feet long, and at the end of it two open

showers, both going full blast. Before each one were shower curtain

rods without curtains. The room was steamy and warm in a way that

relaxed Alex.

“Go stand over there,” Alex said.

“Where?” Roderick asked.

“I thought I told you not to talk,” Alex

said, snapping the belt at Roderick’s plump ass cheeks.

Roderick turned around and nodded.

“Stand by the shower curtain rod,” Alex

said. “And lift your hands to meet it.”

Roderick walked to the shower curtain rod

and then lifted his hands. His back was facing the shower, and Alex

walked behind him and into the large shower stall. The water was

running, but the stall was huge and there was plenty of dry space

between the water and Rod for Alex to maneuver himself in a

waterless spot behind Roderick.

Alex stared at the other man’s ass, and

mumbled, “The Great White Hart.”