Chapter 25Steve
Adam kept grinning as he strutted like a proud peacock over to the shelves on the far wall. While he was reading the label on a multi-vitamin bottle, he casually slipped one of his huge, bare feet out of its flip-flop and thrust his leg out behind himself, alternately flexing and relaxing his enormous calf muscle over and over. God, it was so huge!
I gulped, barely even noticing when he glanced back over his shoulder and grinned when he saw how I was staring at the little display he was putting on, apparently for my sole benefit.
Suddenly, Mrs. Thompson, an old lady with white hair came hobbling up to the counter, frowning and shaking her head in disgust. She was a really staid, conservative, old biddy whom El and I had secretly nicknamed The Church Lady.
When I asked h
