As you drive along you sneak a sideway glance at him, smiling as you do. Your quick glance reveals that, yes, there's a hint of belly poking out above the shorts......the stranger is still strong and muscular, but he's not one of those 'long and lean' athletic types, not with little roll of flab. Maybe he's a football player, or weightlifter, or heavyweight wrestler, you guess.
"I'm Braydon," the stranger says after a minute. "So, where did you move from? Take a right at the lights."
"Thanks. Chicago. I'm Pete."
"Great to meet you Pete. Going to school?"
"Yeah, starting at City College in the fall."
"Great, I was a frosh there last year. Up on the left here."
You look left and see a big red sign for Dora's, and see that the parking lot is buys. You pull into a spot, in front of....
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