Date: Mon, 3 Dec 2007 18:45:05 +1100
From: Andy Hillier <iarwain@aanet.com.au>
Subject: Paul's Story Chapters 6&7.

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Paul's Story.


Chapter Six.

Paul woke the next morning when Jarrod pulled the covers off, grabbed his
feet, and dragged him onto the floor.

"Come on lazy.  Time for a shower and breakfast."

The painting was interesting.  Paul ended up doing the cutting in, which
was all the corners and fiddly bits, while Jarrod used a roller for the
large areas.

With the two of them working it took much less time than expected and there
was plenty of time for both squash and the movie.

Jarrod was going to a party with Jenny so Paul left for Roklin at five
o'clock.  He called at the gym on the way and ended up with two hours work,
as well as three hours on Sunday afternoon because Mick was away for the
weekend.

Monday was really busy with Infotech in the morning, gym at three and
Jarrod coming as well.  They were meeting at the gym so that left a few
hours in the afternoon when he could use the computer.  Somehow there
hadn't been a chance in the last couple of weeks, and he wanted to catch
up.

He was curious to look at the CDs from modelling too.  There were three of
them now that he hadn't seen.  He arrived just after half past twelve which
meant he had two hours.  He carefully bolted the door and booted the
computer.  First of all he had a look at the CDs.  That was weird, seeing
himself filling the screen, and the pictures looked extra clear.  The van
guy said they weren't even high res either.

He put them on slide show view and clicked quickly through.  God, look at
those thong ones.  They were rude.

How many pictures were there?  He checked and found there were 370 on the
CD he was using at the moment.

Nearly half an hour gone.  Time for Gaycheck.

www.gaycheck.com.au.  The screen flickered and the two smiling guys in each
other's arms appeared.  Paul glanced at the section below where any
specials or new features were promoted and his eyes nearly fell out.

It was him.

In the loose blue shorts.

"Meet Gymboy, our popular new Aussie model."

"Inside, everything finally revealed in gallery three.  Complete bio, pics
and members comments."

This couldn't be.  Paul clicked the member's box.

Runnerboy9.

He was in.

Which section?

Models?  It must be.

He clicked again and a long submenu appeared.

Gymboy.  There he was, right at the top, the most recent model.

Paul clicked on Gymboy.

The new page loaded quickly, another picture of him appeared, full-screen
and in the loose blue shorts again.

The usual set up for models was there, with a section for galleries, a
profile section and at the bottom a section for member's comments.

He looked through the four galleries of Gymboy photos.  The fourth gallery
was from last Tuesday and there were thirty pictures, all nude.

The profile page was a pack of lies.  They'd used a picture of him wearing
the blue speedos from the second session, with a beach scene added in the
background.

His age wasn't eighteen, that wouldn't be till next year, but he'd lied
about that himself.  His weight wasn't right though it was reasonably
close.

Hobbies.  Surfing, gym, running, partying and music.

Surfing?  He'd only been to the ocean beaches a couple of times with the
foster family.  The partying was wrong too.

For education it said he was at university and doing first-year of a
business course.

He lived in Sydney.

Well that was better than telling where he really lived, in Melbourne.

God.  He was gay and sexually active, liked blonde, brunette, and dark guys
as long as they were fit and friendly, and preferred being a bottom.

He was quoted as saying he enjoyed modeling, thought Gaycheck was the top
gay site in Australia, and was a current member.

The comment section made him feel weird.  He'd read these things in the
comments about other models, but hearing that people thought he was sexy,
wanted to know if he did escort work, and wanted to see a lot more of him
was different.  He wondered how much they really meant it.

Paul logged out, turned the computer off and let himself out of the flat.
He walked to the park and sat for twenty minutes at the tree in his quiet
place.

The van guy must be on the staff at Gaycheck?

That would explain how he knew so much.  They'd put all that stuff up on
the website without telling him.

One more session.  What would they have him doing tomorrow night?

Whoops!  He'd run out of time.  He jogged to the gym and his spirits lifted
at the sight of Jarrod waiting in the foyer and the friendly greeting.

Alan turned it on a bit, welcomed Jarrod and told Paul to kit him out in
the gym uniform.

"Don't let Paul make you do all his work will you?  He's the worst slacker
round here, except for Mick."

Jarrod didn't know what to make of him.

"Did he mean that?"

They were getting changed in the staff locker room.

"He was teasing.  I'm his best casual worker and he always gives me first
option on extras, so he couldn't think I'm a slacker."

"Do you always wear a jock-strap here?"

"Yeah, it's the policy."

Jarrod looked terrific in the uniform, though Paul kept telling him he
looked puny, and he liked the red T-shirt and shorts.

"What do we do now?"

"You'll see.  It's hard work and you'll be wrecked by the time we finish."

Jarrod was expecting to do something with the gym equipment after all
Paul's comments and he thought it was funny when they went to the first of
the changing rooms.

"Clean toilets?  Is that what we do?"

"Yep, it only takes an hour."

The last two hours was more what he'd been expecting, and Paul managed to
show him how some of the fancy equipment worked despite the gym being
fairly busy.

"I know.  We've got the perfect thing for you."

"I'll bet. You said that about the treadmill and made me run a kilometre."

"Well you'll like this because you get to be nude."

"What?  Having a shower?"

"I didn't think of that. No, we've got two other places where people are
nude."

"The sauna?"

"Yep, but there's the solarium too."

Jarrod had never tried a solarium and Paul organised it on a low setting
for him.  He wanted to try the sauna as well, but they waited till six so
they could go together.

Paul was used to it but Jarrod thought it was too hot.

"That's the whole idea Jarrod, so you sweat a lot and then buy electrolyte
drinks to replace your fluids."

"I thought you said we'd be nude?"

"All right, weirdo, but sit on your towel so you don't burn your butt."

They showered, bought some fish and chips for tea then wandered into Roklin
at about half past seven.  Paul said hi to Brian then took Jarrod straight
to his room.

The first thing was showing off his system.  Jarrod was surprised when he
had to listen to everything through the headphones.

"Really?  That sucks.  Doesn't the supervisor keep an eye on things?"

He'd just listened to Paul's explanation that it was a bad idea to let
anyone know you had something good.

"He's not always here."

"Have you had many things pinched?"

"Last year I did.  It's not so bad now, but I never take any chances.  I
always keep the door locked."

Jarrod was curious about the other three guys and how it all worked with
Brian as a supervisor.

"Why don't you move in with your sis?"

"I can't. It's not her flat, and there's no room anyhow."

They listened to a few tracks of music, but it didn't really work when only
one of them could wear the earphones.

"Hey, how about we go for a walk.  I'll show you the park where I go."

Fifteen minutes later they were at the oval.

"You go round this thirty times without stopping?  Oh boy, you're amazing."

"Come on, I'll show you something."

Paul led the way, along the walking track for a few hundred metres, their
feet crunching in the gravel, till they reached the bend with the big clump
of trees.

"Paul, do you know where you're going?"

"Just stay close."

Slowly now, they made their way through twenty metres of light undergrowth
to a big fallen gum tree.

Paul clambered up then reached to help Jarrod.

"Wow, this is neat."

"I call it my tree.  I like to come here when I want to think about
things."

Paul didn't say he'd already been here today.

They sat quietly looking at the dark shadows, the faint gleam of the half
moon on the canopy leaves and the twinkling sparks in the gap above.

"What do you think about?"

"Everything."

"I do that in my room at home. I wouldn't even dream of somewhere like
this.  Does it ever feel spooky?"

"No, all the spooky things go away when I'm here."

"Have you brought anyone else here?"

"No.  Not even sis."

"Wow!"

Paul felt a hand rest on his shoulder and he was pleased he'd brought
Jarrod here.  When they left Paul walked with Jarrod to the train station.

 * * *

Paul was just leaving the gym when his mobile phone rang.

"Hello?"

"We're picking you up tonight so be at Market Road by a quarter to seven."

The van guy.

"What?  ...That's too soon.  We don't start tea till half past six and the
supervisor is already expecting me, so I can't miss out."

"Well, make it seven then."

The phone cut off leaving Paul wondering what was going on.  Pick him up?
It was hardly worth it for the distance, and why so early?  They must be
wanting a long session like the last one?

He bolted through his meal of sausages and veggies and left as soon as he
could without looking like he was in a rush.

Market Road was only two blocks away and two minutes after he reached it
the van pulled up.  He had to scramble in the back amongst various items of
camera equipment.

"What's happening?"

"We're going to the studio tonight."

Paul had a bigger issue on his mind.

"You put me on the website without asking."

"Got a surprise when you found out yesterday ha?  You haven't visited for a
couple of weeks."

Paul was put out at hearing they knew he'd seen it yesterday.

"But you didn't even ask me."

"They like you.  That's why we've got a big session.  You're jerking for
them tonight."

Paul went silent.  They didn't care two hoots what he thought.

Jerking!  From seeing the galleries yesterday it had to be expected, but
hearing it said was still a shock.

After just over five minutes of driving they parked behind a large
two-storey building.  Paul didn't have a clue where he was.  He helped
carry the gear upstairs, along a hallway and through a door into a double
sized room.  Paul looked round while they set some of the equipment up.
Everything looked more big deal than at the house.  There were three big
studio lights, and two cameras mounted on tripods.  One was much larger.  A
video camera?

"Okay.  We'll start with Gymboy first."

He took Paul to a space divided off in one corner, rummaged in a large
plastic tub labelled with Paul's name, and handed over a light blue head
band, matching wrist bands and a pair of light blue socks.

More blue.

"Do I get to wear the shorts with them?"

"Not tonight.  We've got too many nude sets to get through."

Paul put the sweat bands on, then walked out to the training mat under the
brilliant lights.  He could feel the heat on his skin.

The first hour's work was all Gymboy stuff with new props.  Twenty minutes
of it was taken with a set of rings they had dangling from a pully system.

He knew a few basic moves from his gym work, but they were more interested
in positions and angles they could take photos from, than the actual
routines.  By the time they took a break Paul was relieved to get the glass
of cola that had been poured for him.  He ate several Tim-Tam's, watched
Johnno fiddle with memory cards, while the van guy spread a shiny blue
sheet over the training mat and dragged a black vinyl beanbag on top of it.

"Sit in the beanbag while we check the light settings."

Paul did that and the posing work started.  Totally nude now, he followed
the normal directions, change position, twist slightly one way or another,
smile more, tense his muscles, while both the cameras clicked away.  After
about ten minutes he wiped a trace of perspiration from his brow during a
position change.

Those lights seemed to be warmer?

He wiped his brow again and looked at his dick.

What?  It was tightening?

"Move on to your side.  Rest your arm along your leg.  That's it.....  Now
move your dick so it's not behind the vinyl."

Paul was used to this kind of order and pushed at the vinyl then lifted his
dick.  The touch of his hand set it off.  Where was this coming from?  He'd
never felt like this in any of the other sessions so far.

The cameras clicked.

His attempts at willing it away futile, Paul watched his dick turn to a
full boner.  He rolled over, covered himself and got yelled at.

"What the hell are you doing?  Turn back this way and get into position."

"Can't I take a break for a minute?"

"Get on your side and do what I tell you."

Reluctantly Paul returned to position and the session resumed.  The cameras
clicked and pose after pose was changed while Paul kept expecting his dick
to subside.

Ten minutes later it was still raging.

The beanbag went and was replaced with a couple of pillows which he used,
one for his head and the other to hug, lie on, rest on his chest, hold
between his legs, as well as other variations.

They pulled over a comfy leather chair and for another ten minutes he kept
posing.

The whole time his boner strained and throbbed.

"What did you do?  Was there something in the drink?"

The van guy nodded.

"You're going well.  ...Johnno, drag the chair away."

Paul was now on the blue satin sheet with one black pillow behind his head.
He was given a headband from earlier on and one of the wrist bands.

"Right.  Touch your dick a few times, wrap your hand round it, then go back
to touching."

What was he to do?  He'd been touching himself all the time but that had
all been for positioning.  This was different and his defiance surged.

"Think about the envelopes."

Paul loathed this guy and showed it in his expression.  All that got was a
shrug, a laugh and a kind of don't push it look, like he was losing his
patience.

Paul gave in.  It was the progression that was followed with all the models
on Gaycheck.

He touched, held and touched again, then had to keep repeating that while
Johnno took photos and the van guy brought over the tripod with the big
camera that hadn't been used yet.

"Both hands now, and keep playing with it."

They went on with different suggestions, well orders, that he had to follow
till his dick could hardly cope any more.

"Keep going.  Start chugging."

Chugging?  Did that mean what he thought?  He looked at the van guy who
made a wanking movement, pumping his hand up and down.  Paul closed his
eyes and shut off from what was happening.  His hand went through the
motions till his dick quickly responded and sent him into a powerful
orgasm.  When he opened his eyes the cameras were all still going.

The van guy tossed him a small blue hand towel then kept taking photos
while Paul cleaned the mess from his stomach and chest.

As if nothing different had happened they took him through another set of
posing, this time standing in front of a frame covered with a black
dropsheet.  After another quarter of an hour his dick finally went normal,
well, partially normal, as it stayed slightly swollen for the rest of the
night.

They gave him a break and laughed when he didn't want any cola or orange
juice.  Paul went to the bathroom and had a drink from the tap there
instead.

Five more sets they worked through before they finished, all of them nude,
and all of them rude with much more focus on his dick, which he had to
continually hold, handle and play with.  On top of everything else Paul
started to worry about the time, and told them he had to be back at Roklin
before eleven or else he'd be locked out.

"Locked out?  Okay, it's been a good session so we'll make it do."

Thankfully, Paul got dressed and as they were heading out was given the
$200.  It had been in his mind but the stuff he'd had to do pushed it so
far back he wouldn't even have asked for it.

As usual, nothing much was said, and at ten to eleven he was dropped at
Market Road.  All he wanted to do was head for his tree.  He almost did,
but common sense won and he jogged to Roklin house.

The first thing he wanted was a shower, then he lay in his bed for ages.

Thank god that was the fifth session and he wouldn't be going back. He
didn't want to see that van guy ever again.  They'd gone too far tonight.

The end of Chapter Six.



Paul's Story.

Chapter Seven.

The next few days were all busy, and helping Jarrod on Thursday and Friday
made Paul feel good.  It wasn't sunny on Friday so instead of going for a
swim he persuaded Jarrod to go running instead.

It meant extra travelling, but since Jarrod said he wanted to see the tree
in daytime, they used Roklin as their base.  It suited Paul too because he
knew all the interesting spots along the river trail.  It wasn't much of a
run, more like an explore, because they stopped so often to look at things.
Jarrod said they could swim in the river instead of the swimming pool but
that couldn't be because it wasn't clean enough.

They went as far as one of his normal runs but it took three times as long
with all the mucking round and Jarrod jogging at a much slower pace than
Paul would use by himself.  Jarrod kept him laughing though, calling him
the lean, mean, running machine and teasing him about his roadrunner legs.

Back at Roklin they decided to leave their showers till they reached
Jarrod's place so they'd be fresh after travelling.

They were both starving from all the activity and Jarrod made ham and
tomato sandwiches for a quick snack.

"What's in the oven Paul?"

"I don't know.  ...It looks like an old brick."

Jarrod came to have a look.

"Idiot.  Its meatloaf.  Just for that you're not getting any."

"It might break my teeth."

"Too bad.  I'll eat it all then."

They dumped their clothes, grabbed a towel each, had their showers then
went straight back to the kitchen, where Jarrod set the meatloaf heating,
started some spuds boiling and prepared a bowl of salad.

"Mashed potatoes again?"

"I'm good at them aren't I?  And they go with meatloaf anyway."

They went to Jarrod's's room and started wrestling straight away.  It was
their pattern now.  The towels fell by the wayside in the first scuffle and
Paul's boner quickly established itself, and soon after so did Jarrod's.
That didn't stop the wrestling.  As far as Paul was concerned it made it
more interesting.  He used his strength to get the upper hand, knowing that
Jarrod would retaliate with his bending trick, and with lots of laughter
and complaints from Paul about unfair tactics they struggled for ten
minutes.

"The spuds!  The spuds!"

Of course the cry came when Jarrod had his arm twisted up his back.

"Weak, you've always got some excuse."

They wrapped their towels on to go to the kitchen.

The spuds were cooked but the meatloaf needed more time so it was back to
the room where Jarrod pulled out two pairs of red jocks.

"Red again?  Is that the only color you wear?"

"Mostly.  They make me feel better.  I don't know why."

"And are we actually going to wear something for a change?"

"Fun--ny!  All right!  We won't then."

"We?  Just because you're a skin freak doesn't mean I am."

"Chicken!"

Jarrod's jocks got tossed on the end of the bed and he waited expectantly
for Paul to do the same.

Paul laughed and followed suit.

"Welcome to the madhouse."

Jarrod acted all insulted and attacked Paul, who called him a maniac."

"Banana!"

"Banana?  I'm a banana?"

"When I pay you back for twisting my arm you'll be bent into a permanent
banana shape."

"Ha!  You and what army Jarrod?"

Jarrod made a muscle with his right arm."

"This armie kiddo!"

The scuffle ended with Jarrod wrapped in the cover from the bed and begging
for mercy.

"Stop.  Stop.  We haven't got time to muck round."

"So?  What's your excuse this time?"

"The meatloaf and painting!  We're doing this room and the lounge
tomorrow."

Hunger was the perfect excuse to release him and so was talking about the
painting.

After finishing the meatloaf, which was nothing like a brick and only half
the size it should have been, they spent the evening getting the two rooms
ready.  There was supper and talk when Jarrod's parents arrived home and
then they were in bed by half past ten.  That was early, even for Jarrod,
whose usual time was around eleven o'clock.

"Why so early Jarrod?  I'm not sleepy."

"Neither am I.  I want to talk to you."

"We talk all day."

"I know, but it's different in bed."

"Like how?"

"I don't know.  Special.  ...We're close together and I feel like you
understand me.  D'you know what dad said I should do next week?"

"Um!  ...apply for a job at a nudist colony?"

That warranted a poke in the side.

"Idiot.  You're the only one who knows about that.  He's told me to get all
the papers for my passport.  He reckons you're going to make me pass Life
Maths."

"A passport?  Wow!  Well you know you'll pass.  When will you go?"

"Four weeks!  The sooner I leave, the longer I can stay there."

Paul was quiet.  That was too soon.  He liked being with Jarrod so much he
suddenly knew he didn't want him to go.  Well, that was selfish.  Jarrod
had been dreaming and planning this trip for nearly two years now.

"Four weeks?  Geez!  That's quick."

"Yes.  ...Um!  ...Paul?"

There was a tone in Jarrod's voice which grabbed every bit of Paul's
attention.

"What?"

"Have you ever thought of travelling overseas?"

"Not really.  Except when you talk about it.  It would be great."

"What do you think about coming with me?"

"Jarrod.  That would be the best."

"I mean for real."

That was a jolt.  Paul would never have dreamed of that.

"With you?  ...In four weeks time?"

Jarrod nodded earnestly.

"Jarrod...  I...  I wish I could....  I haven't got any money."

"I know but I'm sure dad would pay for your ticket and you could pay him
back.  They keep saying they wish I wasn't by myself.

It was special in bed like this.  Paul gave Jarrod a huge hug.

"Does that mean you're coming?"

There was a note of eagerness in Jarrod's voice which made Paul give him
another hug.  Visions of flying on a huge jet, he'd only done that once
when he was ten years old and flown to Sydney with his mum and dad and sis,
eating unusual foods and seeing different countries flashed through his
mind till he stopped them.

"I.  ...I can't Jarrod."

Jarrod was looking at him, his head only a short distance away on the
pillow.  Paul had to explain.

"It's sis.  I couldn't go because of her.  I'm kind of helping her."

"Your sis?  But she's older than you.  She's sharing a flat.  What she got
to do with it?"

"She's got troubles.  I know I can trust you not to tell anyone, not even
your parents."

Jarrod nodded and Paul went through the whole situation with him.

"Paul that totally sucks.  You must be the best brother in the world."

"I can't even talk to her about it.  If I even try she just shuts me out."

"It's hard to believe.  She was so great when we met at the gardens.  It's
not fair is it?"

Paul had thought that a thousand times.  Jarrod went to the kitchen to get
them both a drink and Paul thought about not being able to travel with him.
That wasn't fair either.  It would have been so exciting and he started
feeling sad.

"Hey Paul, I've got a problem too, but it's not really a problem.  I think
Jenny's getting jealous of you."

He was trying to change the subject and cheer Paul up, and Paul smiled at
that.

"Me?  What for?  I've never even seen her.  I think she must be imaginary."

"Ha!  If she was here in bed with you you wouldn't think she was imaginary.
You'd be bonking for hours."

"Hours?  As if!  And anyway, why would she be jealous?"

"I've talked about you too much.  I can't help it cause were always doing
interesting things."

"You should do interesting things with her then."

Jarrod shook his head.

"It wouldn't work. She wouldn't think they were interesting.  All she wants
to do is go to the same parties her friends go to.  If I took her to sit on
a tree trunk in the dark she'd think I was insane."

"You said I was insane when we did that."

"I know, but that's good insane, not loopy insane like she'd think.  And
you knew what I meant anyway."

"So what'll you do?  About her being jealous I mean."

"Nothing much. And it won't matter.  As soon as I go overseas she'll find
someone else.  Hey, I could set you up.  I'll tell her you're a virgin with
a dick like a crowbar and randy as a stallion."

"Yeah, and I'll kill you if you do."

"And how would you do that?"

"Well, first of all I'd squash you flat ....Then I'd twist your arm up
behind your back ...Then I'd knuckle your backbone till you told me I was a
hero ...."

"You're a hero.  You're a hero."

"...And then I'd make you ...Um!...  I'd make you kiss my butt."

"Gross! All right, as long as you don't do any more knuckling."

That meant he was going to pinch and Paul let him, so they could go through
the whole arm-twisting and spine crunching routine again.

That ended in smiles and soft laughter and now Jarrod was teasing Paul
because his boner had come to life.

"See, I said you were randy as a stallion."

"Well I don't know how I'm supposed to stop it.  It never takes any notice
when I tell it to go away."

"That thing won't go away.  I bet you've still got it at eleven o'clock."

Paul looked at the time.

"Twenty minutes?  It won't last that long."

"What's the longest you've ever had one for?"

"I don't know."

"I suppose not.  I don't either.  When I have a wank I always say I'm going
to keep it going for ages but then my hand takes over and I lose it."

"You wank?"

"Of course I do.  Everybody wank's."

"But what about ...Jenny?"

"I only see her a couple of times a week.  I'd go crazy if I had to wait
that long."

"So, now I know why you're so crazy sometimes.  You didn't get off the
night before."

"Yeah, you watch out tomorrow.  I'll paint you instead of the room."

They talked for another half an hour before Jarrod flaked out.

In the morning Paul woke when something kept tickling his nose.  It was
Jarrod with a dry paint brush.

"I'm practising.  I told you I was going to paint you today.  Get up then.
Breakfast's ready."

"In a minute.  I'm still asleep."

"Yeah, right.  I'll tell Mum you'll be there as soon as your woody goes
down."

"Idiot."

The painting took longer because there were two rooms this time and they
finished after lunch.

"Stand still."

"Why?"

"I'm feeling crazy."

"Don't you dare!"

"Why not?  It'll wash off.  Take your shirt off."

"I don't believe this.  Are you serious?"

He was, and Paul let him go ahead.

"Now it's my turn."

"No it's not, you haven't got time.  If you don't wash it off straight away
it'll stay there."

Having blue pecs and a blue stomach wasn't on Paul's agenda so he rushed
for the shower.  Jarrod had to do all the cleaning up because Paul was
leaving by two o'clock to get to the gym in time for one of his extras.

The next couple of weeks were very busy and Paul spent stacks of time with
Jarrod.  Their steady three sessions a week working on the Life Maths paid
off and Jarrod finished the last mastery test he needed to be successful.

They spent some time looking at backpacks because it was a hands free way
for Jarrod to carry all his gear.  There was one more day of painting and a
morning in the big garden helping Jarrod's dad.

Paul stayed at Jarrod's place the night before he left.  Jarrod had to
check in at the airport by 8:30 the next morning, which meant an early
drive, and he wanted Paul to come with him.

It was all hustle and bustle, excitement and goodbyes, till Jarrod went
through the boarding gate.

Paul went with Jarrod's parents to a big window which looked out over the
docked jets and the main runway, then waited till his plane taxied away,
turned, and gathering speed roared back past them.

Just like that he was gone.

Jarrod's mum had tears in her eyes.  Paul didn't, but they weren't far
away.

After a quiet drive he was dropped off at Roklin.  He couldn't get in, but
that didn't matter.  His main objective was a short walk away and he sat
there for an hour, mostly feeling sad.

He was alone again.

They'd be in touch, with emails and maybe letters, but that wasn't the same
as being together.

He hid his day pack in some shrubs and set off along the river track,
jogging past all the familiar places.  On he went, and on, till the bends
and trees and river views became unfamiliar.

Oops!  Too far, and there was only an hour and a half to be back and ready
for work at the gym.

The end of Chapter Seven.



Author's Note.

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