Ernie stood next to the bed in the dimly-lighted room. It wasn’t exactly shabby, but it wasn’t five star either. There was a bed, table and two chairs, and a counter on which stood a vintage model TV. Despite the fact it was supposed to be a non-smoking room, the stale odor of cigarettes hung in the air. He looked toward Butch, who had kicked off his shoes and was casually peeling his T-shirt off over his head.
Butch smiled at Ernie. “Something wrong?”
Something wrong! Hell no! Not with you at least. Ernie thought, letting his eyes run over the trainer’s buff body.
Butch was short, shorter than Ernie by a couple of inches. His physique was not that of a hard-core bodybuilder like that BigBiceps guy he’d chatted with online. But Butch had muscles, great muscles: well defined pecs and del
