Blog: Time, Place, Form and Event Part 6 - 2018-04-22
Chapter 31 Roxy and I were sitting in a sauna in the basement of the same building that housed the big course room. We sat facing each other, each leaning back on opposite walls. Rivulets of sweat ran down our bodies. I wore an old pair of gym shorts; Roxy word a red bikini. I looked like I'd just finished a race. Roxy looked like a Santa Barbara lifeguard. Her tight little body more than made up for the lack of tan. I couldn't help staring.
"When you're not keeping tabs on wayward boys, what's your actual post?" I asked.