Glass (Crank 2)

is at the sink, back

toward me, wearing

nothing but skimpy

briefs. I thought Trey

was buff, but Brad’s

body is better. Whether

that has to do with working

construction or only

a matter of a few extra

years, I don’t know.

[Who cares? Yummy!]

Anyway, ogling the hew

of his shoulders and

back is not why I’m

here. “Brad, I, uh…”

He jumps and yanks

in my direction. Holy

shit, Kristina. You

scared the living

hell out of me! Your car

isn’t in the driveway,

so I figured you must

have stayed in town.

The quick move slightly

parts the opening in his

BVDs, offering a glimpse

of something rather private.

I can’t help but smile.

He glances down, but