Chapter 5
Dave braced himself as he stood on Nick’s stoop, a case of beer in one hand and a cardboard carrier with four bottles of wine—two reds, two whites—in the other.
None of his neighbors had seemed to notice that Dave had been transformed from senior citizen to hottie overnight. Would his gay friends? After all, they were all about good looks and buff bodies. Surely they would see there was a difference in him since they last saw him. Besides that, Dave had fooled around with every one of them from time to time over the years and had experienced firsthand how age had changed them all, Dave along with the rest. Surely they would notice his sudden rejuvenation. They would have ample opportunity, as Dave had purposely chosen to wear a tight, sleeveless tee and Bermuda shorts.
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