just by looking at a few pictures here is my first impression: you and your middle aged mother are going to the gym. your mother broke her leg recently, and must use stilts. she is going to the gym to keep her foot from locking. you are having difficulty helping her walk up the stairs, and messer comes. he seems scary, like he wants you to move along quickly, but you are surprised that he offers to help her. all the way he makes sure she is okay, takes it nice and slow, but fails to acknowledge you. in fact, it seems you are being ignored. when you finally get there he finally enters the premises... but he is already sweaty, so you assume he must have forgotten his phone or something. you lead your mother to her personal trainer and go about your business. when you put on your earbuds and start running on the treadmill, you are surprised to see him in the corner of your vision, lifting weights. he is very strong, but you musn't stare, so you keep listening to the masterpiece toluthin antenna 30 times straight until you reach your current peak speed of 9 kilometers an hour. you turn off the treadmill, but not without slowly lowering the speed until you stop completely. you can't help but notice that the already sweaty messer smells of absolute stink now. "how manly," you think to yourself. "he must be a prime top" you muse as you head to the shower room to shower. once you are changed and ready to check on your mother, you accidentally enter the locker room messer is persiding in. he does not notice. he takes all his clothes off out in the open, as if he is some sort of animal, but not without folding his messy sweaty messer clothes and putting them in his duffel bag. he showers quickly, in hot water (you can tell because the shower is filled with nothing but steam. perhaps there is a metaphor to be found in this imagery?)... a man like that... no doubt the water was absolutely scalding. he walks out, and you see his dick for the first time as you have only seen his chiseled ass from the back (an ass that may be a replication of michelangelo's david!) his dick is uncut, also. even if it is obvious you have been standing there like a jackass for about 15 minutes (your mother has been paging you for 10 minutes) he takes no notice. you want to ask him for his name, but before you can, his phone rings. he picks up... "yes, this is messer." the rest of the conversation is obscured, you only remember his mesmerizing leathery voice. and yet, another thought occupies your mind, so much that it irresponsibly escapes your lips-
"what kind of fucking name is messer?!"
you awaken in a white, pure hospital room.
you have no memory of what happened after that unfortunate slip up.