Paul opened up his web browser to check the posts on DRL. Strangely enough, there was a PM waiting for him, which was rare given how little he had posted recently.
	It was from Tucker, and all it read was: "I want to show you something wonderful, meet me at my house at 5 tonight." He quickly replied, saying only "I'll be there."
	"What could this mean?" he asked himself. Paul ran a hand over his shaved head, hoping he was presentable. Paul looked up Tucker's house and pedaled there, right on time at 5. His parents weren't happy but let him go on the condition he was back in time for gun practice. When he arrived, the door to Tucker's house was slightly ajar. Paul was worried. "Is something wrong?" he thought.
	Pushing open the door, he stepped inside the dark house.
	"Tucker, you there?" he uttered softly.
	"I'm so glad you could make it Paul, do come in," Tucker replied from the doorway to Paul's right. Paul looked inside and saw Tucker in nothing but shorts, laid out upon the couch. "Come on in and sit down" Tucker said with a smile. Paul closed the door quietly and stepped into the room, plainly appointed but well kept. Tucker motioned to a chair and said, "Sit down, sit down, how're you doing Paul? Haven't seen you in a while."
	Paul moved over to the indicated chair and sat, his elbows on his knees. "I'm doing good Tucker. But uh... what did you want to show me?"
	Tucker smiled and sat up. "Oh, something pretty cool. Make yourself comfortable."
	Paul leaned back in the chair and waited. "Alright?"
	Tucker frowned a little and stood up, walking behind Paul's chair. "No, you can't be like that. Relax." Tucker stood behind Paul and began massaging his shoulders.
	"Tucker, what are you-"
	"Just relax, let me help you out."
	Paul closed his mouth and tried his best to relax. Just as he was beginning to enjoy himself, Tucker slowed the massage and reached down over him, unbuttoning his shirt from the top down.
	"Tucker! What's going-",
	"Sssh, just relax, let me do it." Paul made to protest more, but Tucker's deep purring voice sapped his will, entrancing him.