Chapter 62: WatchingWatching: the pool boy didn’t see me on the pathway in the East Garden because I was hidden behind the oak, maple, elm, and birch trees again, completely out-of-view. I observed him from afar as he tended the pool…and then himself.
Watching: how shocking it was to see him undress in the sun. He dropped his tight khakis to the cement, as well as his white-cotton shirt. No underwear, since he didn’t wear them often. I studied his washboard stomach and lean shoulders. How he had become more muscular over summer left me puzzled, not that I minded, of course. The pool boy’s shoulders were hulking mountains of flesh, and his biceps had morphed into knobs of muscles. His rippled, ladder-like chest swelled before my eyes. And silky sweat droplets glided into the mainstream are
