Arlo Pov
Uncle Joey is already hitting the bags pretty hard when I join him the next morning. He has his shirt off and is pummelling the punch bag. He has always been strong and agile in his fighting. I look towards the glass window of the gym and there are several teenage girls giggling to each other. I shake my head at them as I approach Joey.
He hears me coming and turns to me, “morning kid, you ready to get started?”
“Yes,” I say and pull my own top over my head.
Uncle Joey looks toward the glass and back to me before smirking.
“Is that for their benefit?” He teases.
I throw my hands out to the side, “well I had to show them what a real body looks like, they’ve been staring at your old man muscles.” I tease him back and he shakes his head.
“Pfft, old man muscles.” He is b
