I was very relaxed indeed by the time Bob-Gunnar returned, and ready for another beer. Big, loud, and jocular as ever, he still seemed to have mellowed with age. He hadn’t batted an eye (other than to wink) at Thumper, and seemed prepared to take things in his stride. He seemed neither put off by naked gays in his hot tub, as he might have been in high school, nor did he seem overly interested in applying his eventual nakedness to mine, as he definitely would have in high school. If I was f*****g around with this little pudding pop half my age, his attitude implied, it was certainly none of his business, and if I wasn’t, well, he wasn’t going to make that his business either.
He lowered his over-upholstered bulk into the hot tub with another round of beers, and we soaked in a companionabl
