“Thanks”, Randy said as he accepted paper towels from Clark, “You probably think I’m some sort of sissy.” Clark sat himself dowo Randy and put his shoulders around him. It was a long day and Clark was feeling rather tired, but seeing how upset Randy seemed, he replied, “Why would I? I was very shocked and scared when I saw Landon like that as well.” Randy snuggled tighter against Clark’s torso, “It’s not just that…you know the date I was supposed to go on tonight? It was with him. I hope you won’t think any less of me.”

“Our try is made up of Ameris of many different races, religions, national ins and sexual orientations, so any talk against anyone because of how he is, that kind of talk is un-Ameri”, Clark said authoritatively.

“Thanks, Clark!”, Randy hugged Clark, “Man, you’re tight. You ’t make gains like that. Let me help loosen you up.” Randy moved to sit behind Clark, and then pressed his fingers and palms into the sched up shoulders. Clark instantly relaxed into Randy’s skilful hands, suddenly realising how worn out he was.

It’s been a tough few weeks for our protagonist. He’s beera hours, not only at the Daily Pla, but fighting crime as Superman as well. He had been spending too many hours hunched up in front of the keyboard writing his story on prison reform. Randy’s hands felt masterly.

Randy gently guided Clark to lie down on the bench. As Clark’s face touched the cheap wooden bench, a memory jolted into his mind. “Landon! We have to call the police!”, Clark murmured, as he tried to sit back up. But Randy straddling onto the small of the journalist’s back, and suddenly Clark was reminded of his own fatigue, a himself be nudged bato the bench.

Clark felt Randy’s warm hands press down throughout his back, then down to his

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