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 was too fast. He laughed and sat on Gaylord's stomach … "How about here …" he reached for the arm pits …

"Don't Glenn …" cried Gaylord …

"Ok," Rogers laughed. "Let's have a sandwich." His hand came down and patted Gaylord on the thigh. "You're not mad, are you?"

"No …" grinned Gaylord. "I'm not mad."

He watched Rogers get up and stand over him for a second. Watched him walk over and pick up his underwear. He's cute, he thought as the naked buttocks disappeared, behind the shorts … He's real cute. He wasn't even thinking of me … he was thinking of something to eat … just like a man … I'm glad he was though … Maybe he was afraid to make the first move. He must have been thinking the same as me … Surely he felt the same emotions … I'm glad he didn't say anything … I'm glad he didn't …

"For Christ's sake," Rogers cried. "Look at these damned ants." Rogers held up a slice of bread and tried to brush off the thousands of insects covering it. "All over everything," he said with disgust. "Look, Gay. Ants all over … all over our lunch."

Gaylord got up and laughed heartily. "Good ants," he said, pulling on his shorts over his legs. "Guess they got hungry too." Rogers gave him a puzzled look. "You're not mad … what are we going to eat?"

"Let's eat ants and all." He walked up to Rogers.

"Ok … Here's a lulu … take a bite." Rogers held a ham sandwich close. Gaylord gulped as the black moving ants almost touched his lips.

"No … no …" he cried gleefully, and knocked it out of Rogers' extended hand. The bread landed on the sand … "I'm not hungry …"

He watched Rogers battle with the sandwiches. He blew on them, hit them with his hands, grinning and talking all the time … It was unbelievable and yet, obviously, true, this friendly feeling which now swept through him bore no sexual passion.

Unconsciously, he watched Rogers. Watched the dimples grow deep as he was handed a sandwich. "Sure there aren't any ants on it?" he grinned.

"I don't see any, do you? I think I got them all off." 319