As Jake stepped into the front door of his uncle's two-story brick house, he could smell the must radiating off of his cousins. Luke, the blonde one, noticed Jake's countenance and said, "Yeah, that's right, we've been workin' out." He lifted his armpit and sniffed there, "Weewww, mmmmmm. Smells like muscles to me." "Don't you wish you had muscles like these?" said Darren, the darker headed one, flexing his right bicep. "Course' he does, boys," says uncle Max, "now, why don't we show him the weight room, next to my office. I'm sure he'll really like to use it. After his haircut, that is." Jake really gulped this time. "C'mon, bones."said Darren, tugging on Jake's shirt lightly, leading the way. The wieght room was on the ground floor, next to Max's office and across the hall from Max and Delilah's bedroom. There was a bench, a treadmill, and a Bow-Flex-like machine. "Welllp! This is it!" said Luke, flipping a light switch on. "Don'tcha like it?" Jake really didn't know what to say. "Uh, yeah. It's nice." Darren motioned towards one of the apparatuses, "Bet ya don't know how ta use that one, do ya?" "Now, boys. You know that your cousin's had a long journey. Let's just go get groceries and his haircut and come home quickly." Uncle Max was one for being right to the point. "Um, Max, haircut?" inquired Jake "Yep, haircut. Don'tcha want to try something new? You've had that hair since you was a little boy. Now, I know it's really not my place to go makin' all your decisions for ya, but I tell you that you might like havin' short hair." Max leaned in closer to Jake, sheilding his words from Luke and Darren, preoccupied anyway with the treadmill, "And, between you and me, the boys think you look like some cheap faggot with dicks on the brain like that. So, you might be spared some torment this summer gettin' it cut." "Good idea" said Jake.