QUOTE : I always started with his feet, but my eyes locked onto his hips first. They rested just above low-lying black nylon shorts, and how they stayed on those hips was some kind of Heavenly act. I followed the path laid out before me of abdominal muscles that any artist of the human form would envy that I had such intimate knowledge of. The skin of his golden chest covering perfect pectorals was inches away. The next stop my eyes made, though, made me pause. A wry smirk looked back at me. I was staring. Again.