“Hey, man. Didn’t know you wear suits!”, Randy teased as he punched Clark in the right arm, “Damn dude, you sure look like a nerd, but that’s some solid build!”.

his assigo Pump & Flex with Mr White again. The editor would have none of it, “Kent. All you o do is a little exercise after work. It’s not rocket sce. The monster who’s been turning people into raisins clearly has a thing for young men. Where are the young men? College, Kent, college. Just scout around a few more days. If nothing es up, then you go back to sitting on your flat ass all day.”

Clark replied with a perfunctory plement about how Randy was getting bigger too, only it did seem like the blond-haired bro was filling in his violet pression shirt quite well.

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“Yo, Randy - you ing?”, yelled another jock from across the room. “I’ll see y’all later tonight!”, Randy yelled back. He then turned back to Clark and chatted about how he was

As he pushed the door into the ging room, Clark khis was not his day. One of the fratty five - Dirk, perhaps? - raying body spray all over his body like its perfume, while three others loudly laughed and joked around. Clark internally groaned as Randy met his gaze and started walking over to his er of the room.

That evening, Clark had a telephoerview with a former Stryker’s Island prison superinte, ahe office later than normal. Clark wao ght home, but Mr White deliberately walked by his desk as he was leaving to remind him to “hit the gym, Kent”. So once again, Clark dragged his feet to Pump & Flex, its neon sign shining even brighter against the setting sun.