Doug reached the threshold of the living room and stood there surveying its conents.
Several very attractive men, and lovely women, dotted the furniture chatting about whatever they thought of. Drinks were sipped or gulped and plenty of alcohol was available for all guests who ventured to the bar for more. A mere 10 steps to the lovely oak bar decked with top shelf liquor and beer for the sampling, or in the case of some guests, for the swilling.
Doug looked down at Josh sitting on the sofa. Josh was always ambiguous to Doug, he seemed straight enough but he was sometimes a little too flamboyant to be the kind of guy that only goes for women. To his left was Rick, and to his right was Stephanie. She liked to be called Steph though, and her coffee bar down town was a huge success and held up amazingly under the onslaught of drab corporate invasion by big name coffee pushers. Rick on the hand was just window dressing. Literally and figuratively. He posed himself and his mannequins in the window of the most lavish department store he could conceive. He was devilishly handsome but a little thin for Doug's taste.
Josh would be fun to start with. He had real hometown boy good looks, and as that thought percolated through Dougs head he had the idea: super hero.
Not just a superhero but a comic book hero with the perfect body outlined by his tight yet colorful spandex suit and a package in the front that just screamed to be opened.
He typed in his request to the palm sized computer and pointed its laser guidance beam at Josh, who never noticed the small red dot appear on his nacy blue polo shirt.
BEEP!