Locker Room
I walk in the locker room and walk past Dennis while he is changing. I try not to look at him so he won't expect anything. I open my locker and Dennis starts walking over to me. He looks at me and and say's; "Hey, do you think we are going to play Tennis today?" His hand is up his shirt and he is rubbing his stomach. I look at him and my eyes start to travel slowly up his body, examining every inch of him. "I hope not. I'm tired of playing that and it's way to cold outside." I said taking my...