You went on that grapefruit diet.”
“Cookies. Cookie diet.” He patted his belly. “I lost about twenty
pounds, but then I discovered there are some dames out there who like meat on their
man.”
“That's also when you gave up
your gym membership,” Matt chuckled, deciding it probably wasn't the best
course of action to discuss his current perturbability with his longtime and well-meaning but somewhat out-of-shape friend. “Did you
think I'd never find this stuff?”
Buddy quickly closed out the
pages on the computer. “Look at that computer desktop! They're right in front
of you. See those little thumbnails? I hoped you would find'em . We could have got a
conversation going.”
“Okay. Okay. I get that I need to
clean off my desktop and, Buddy, we've had a conversation going.” He slapped
his young friend on his broad back. “For about two solid years now...and it
just may be beginning to pay off. Maybe. Think you can
handle things here the rest of the afternoon?” He shut the laptop and slid it
into the center drawer.
Buddy smirked, looking very
superior. “Another hot date with the blonde bombshell?”
Matt stared, impressed. “How the
fuck—”
“Old man Andrews saw Christy's
four-wheelgoing up your driveway.
The Neilson kid saw it coming out...several hours later. There was some
twittering about what the town sexpot and the head of the town board of
education might be discussing over such an extended period of time in the
privacy of your cozy cottage.” He backed up toward the shop door, laughing,
palms out in front to fend Matt off if he lunged.
“And it appears there were a
couple of kids at the overlook off the Taconic who saw you and Lucy making
out.”
“We did not make out!” Matt
shouted, fury fighting off hilarity. “It was a chaste kiss. Damn. Is nothing
private in this town?”
“You wanna hear the one about the
librarian and the — ”
“I do not!”
Matt was out the door of Matt's
Motors.
And a few minutes later, into the
perky yellow massage room of Leo’s barber shop. A quick call on his cell phone
and Clay had said he'd meet Matt there. The young masseur's next and only
remaining client of the day wasn't until seven.
Leo left the customer in his
barbers' chair and accompanied Matt to the door leading to the back of the
shop. “He's waiting for you, Matt,” he said, quietly, glancing at the waiting
men customers, several chatting among themselves. “Be kind to the kid. I'm not
letting him out of our bargain. A nice young man, but he needs a lesson in hard
business sense.”
Nodding his head in agreement
with his assessment, Leo rejoined his client as Matt shielded his eyes from the
bright glare and entered the back room.
“Hi, Mr.
Bartholomew. Thanks for coming in. You know, I can give you a break
if you buy a card of ten.”
The kid was as eager and hopeful
as ever. Matt began to undress.
“Clay, I need some advice and I
figure you're the only one in town who can give it to me. You're pretty much
the only one around who is, what I'm supposed to be on the school board. Objective.” He stripped down to his underwear.
“Uh, okay. Hey, I see you're
wearing your sexy Near Buffs again. Pretty sharp, Mr. —”
“It's Matt, Clay. Matt. You rub
my butt. Anybody who I allow to rub my butt, we had better be on a first name
basis. And what the hell is a Near
Buffs?”
“It's the brand name of your
underwear. Didn't you know?”
“No. They were a gift. From an unknown admirer.” He stripped the garment off.
The young man's brows went up
involuntarily. “Oh. Wow.”
“Is that a big deal?” Matt
climbed up on the massage table and lay face down.
“Well, yeah. It's just they're
pretty sexy.”
“And the unknown admirer’s
message is...?”
The masseur poured oil in his
hands and gently rubbed them together, warming the liquid. “Well, I think your
admirer admires your body. And you. Sexually.” He put his cupped hands holding the warm liquid on Matt's
“Cookies. Cookie diet.” He patted his belly. “I lost about twenty
pounds, but then I discovered there are some dames out there who like meat on their
man.”
“That's also when you gave up
your gym membership,” Matt chuckled, deciding it probably wasn't the best
course of action to discuss his current perturbability with his longtime and well-meaning but somewhat out-of-shape friend. “Did you
think I'd never find this stuff?”
Buddy quickly closed out the
pages on the computer. “Look at that computer desktop! They're right in front
of you. See those little thumbnails? I hoped you would find'em . We could have got a
conversation going.”
“Okay. Okay. I get that I need to
clean off my desktop and, Buddy, we've had a conversation going.” He slapped
his young friend on his broad back. “For about two solid years now...and it
just may be beginning to pay off. Maybe. Think you can
handle things here the rest of the afternoon?” He shut the laptop and slid it
into the center drawer.
Buddy smirked, looking very
superior. “Another hot date with the blonde bombshell?”
Matt stared, impressed. “How the
fuck—”
“Old man Andrews saw Christy's
four-wheelgoing up your driveway.
The Neilson kid saw it coming out...several hours later. There was some
twittering about what the town sexpot and the head of the town board of
education might be discussing over such an extended period of time in the
privacy of your cozy cottage.” He backed up toward the shop door, laughing,
palms out in front to fend Matt off if he lunged.
“And it appears there were a
couple of kids at the overlook off the Taconic who saw you and Lucy making
out.”
“We did not make out!” Matt
shouted, fury fighting off hilarity. “It was a chaste kiss. Damn. Is nothing
private in this town?”
“You wanna hear the one about the
librarian and the — ”
“I do not!”
Matt was out the door of Matt's
Motors.
And a few minutes later, into the
perky yellow massage room of Leo’s barber shop. A quick call on his cell phone
and Clay had said he'd meet Matt there. The young masseur's next and only
remaining client of the day wasn't until seven.
Leo left the customer in his
barbers' chair and accompanied Matt to the door leading to the back of the
shop. “He's waiting for you, Matt,” he said, quietly, glancing at the waiting
men customers, several chatting among themselves. “Be kind to the kid. I'm not
letting him out of our bargain. A nice young man, but he needs a lesson in hard
business sense.”
Nodding his head in agreement
with his assessment, Leo rejoined his client as Matt shielded his eyes from the
bright glare and entered the back room.
“Hi, Mr.
Bartholomew. Thanks for coming in. You know, I can give you a break
if you buy a card of ten.”
The kid was as eager and hopeful
as ever. Matt began to undress.
“Clay, I need some advice and I
figure you're the only one in town who can give it to me. You're pretty much
the only one around who is, what I'm supposed to be on the school board. Objective.” He stripped down to his underwear.
“Uh, okay. Hey, I see you're
wearing your sexy Near Buffs again. Pretty sharp, Mr. —”
“It's Matt, Clay. Matt. You rub
my butt. Anybody who I allow to rub my butt, we had better be on a first name
basis. And what the hell is a Near
Buffs?”
“It's the brand name of your
underwear. Didn't you know?”
“No. They were a gift. From an unknown admirer.” He stripped the garment off.
The young man's brows went up
involuntarily. “Oh. Wow.”
“Is that a big deal?” Matt
climbed up on the massage table and lay face down.
“Well, yeah. It's just they're
pretty sexy.”
“And the unknown admirer’s
message is...?”
The masseur poured oil in his
hands and gently rubbed them together, warming the liquid. “Well, I think your
admirer admires your body. And you. Sexually.” He put his cupped hands holding the warm liquid on Matt's
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