That evening, after a dinner of pizza, breadsticks and salad, the men sat on the couch watching the flat screen TV that hung on the opposite wall. West Virginia was playing Auburn. What Ryan knew about football could be inscribed on the head of a pin, although he could readily appreciate the muscular male bodies displayed before him, especially those fantastic buns in those tight pants. André, however, was a connoisseur. He couldn’t tell Ryan what he was thinking in words, but his body language and spontaneous utterances left no question of his appreciation or disgust regarding what was happening on the screen.
Ryan had found some microwavable pop corn; they sat each with a bowl, legs propped on the deep rich cherry wood coffee table. The dogs were, of course, part of the scene as well.
