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 "You don't snore, do you?"

"I don't think I do," Gaylord grinned back. "But who knows what one does when he's asleep."

"I wouldn't care … I'd sure like to go … I've never stayed in a hotel."

Gaylord watched the dimples grow in the smooth tan cheeks; the clutched fist go under the sturdy chin; and now, he indulged in the exquisite dream of repeating with Rogers what he had done with Blake. He thought of lying next to Rogers in bed. It would be the first time he had ever slept with anyone. He wished it could have been Blake; Blake with the golden skin and the strong bronze arms. He was not at all sure he could force himself to touch Rogers. The feeling for Blake which had taken the first young giving of his love had a powerful enduring claim upon him. He didn't object to this claim for it had been a mutual seduction; one that he felt he had enjoyed more than his seducer.

"Well," Gaylord began, "you're going to stay in a hotel tomorrow night if I have my way about it." His boyish face took on a peculiar inner smile, a mere glow around the eyes; he held his head bashfully sidewise, looking at his fingernails and back at the other youth. "It's time we do something together and this is a perfect trip for the both of us."

"Do hotels have showers?"

"Sure … why?"

"I was just wondering … That's the only thing I like about that gym … I just love showers."

And I'd like to see you under one, Gaylord silently thought, but he only grinned back at the dimpled cheeks. 170