She heard a low groaning coming from the bathroom. "Well, I don't feel so good." said a low raspy voice. "I think I'll take a rain check for tonight and head back home." "Dean, if you're not feeling well, I think you should go to the doctor!" As she said this, the door to the bathroom opened. Dean walked out. His gut was jutting out further, revealing a very hairy belly from underneath. His shoulders and arms had gotten more muscular and wider, stretching out the arms of his tee shirt. The hair on his head had grown down past the bottom of his neck, and his beard and mustache appeared to have grown two inches, and was showing gray at the chin. He looked much older, as though he was in his late thirties. "Uhm, I'll do that but I leaving right now!" He rumbled as he headed out the front door. His Triumph Triplespeed had been replaced with an old tired customized Harly with tired looking paint.