"Shit," Mark said as he dropped the keys. Shaking his head, he bends down and picks them up, and unlocks the front door. Upon entering the house, he throws his briefcase on the ground, and loosens his tie.
"Sigh, what a day," he muttered to himself. Mark ran his hand over his washboard abs, smiling as he can feel them distinctly through his button down shirt.
"I have to hit the gym tonight," he told himself. He flexed his arm, and watched as his bicep stretched his shirt sleeve almost to the breaking point.
Mark walked in to the kitchen, and opened the fridge. He tapped his fingers on the door, looking for something to drink. Grabbing a gatorade bottle, he slammed the door closed, and walked over to the living room, and fell into the arm chair. He kicked off his size 14 shoes, and leaned back in the chair.
Mark reached over, and hit the button on the answering machine. "Hey dude, I will be over about 6, and then we can head to the gym...cya," Brian's voice played on the machine.
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