Chapter 12

I hadn’t seen him in a while and now, on impulse, I decided to go to the gym and maybe see him box. So I did, went in, feeling all nervous and arrived in the main room, which featured several boxing rings. In one of them there was a match going on, with an older man watching and commenting. Evidently it was a training match.

And, as I approached, I saw to my delighted surprise that one of the boxers was Shawn. He was wearing metallic blue shorts, gloves, shoes, and nothing else.

And God, was he beautiful!

It was strange watching him fight. I was impressed how tough he was, and how good a fighter he was. Unfortunately, the other guy was good, too, and he gave Shawn a hard time. But then the practice was over, and—somewhat to my surprise—Shawn came over, towel over his shoulders, his skin beautifully shiny with sweat. He grinned at me, then grabbed my hand.