Chapter 9

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I knocked on Cory’s door but grew concerned when I got no answer. Then I remembered, although he’d gotten a lighter boot for his foot and could get around more easily, Cory still wasn’t totally mobile. I tried the door handle. It turned and I pushed open the door a few centimetres. “Cory? It’s me, Mike.” “I’m in the bedroom!” Cory panted. Fearing something was wrong, I rushed down the short hallway and entered the bedroom and stood frozen in the doorway. First thing I saw was a medical boot and a trainer planted on the carpet, then a set of bare legs bent at the knees, ending in a pair of rugby shorts. I could see right up the left leg of the shorts. Cory was not wearing underwear. He was lying on his back on some kind of bench. His sweaty and bulging arms were flexing as they raised an

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