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Call me Santiago, everyone does.
What I want to tell you about happened a week or so ago at Leo’s Iron Man Gym, where I work out daily.
It was an evening like any other at the gym. I’d just finished my workout. It was a Wednesday, which meant I had done a grueling two-hour workout with free weights and an hour on a stationary bike, to really burn calories and sweat my ass off, no weight machines on Wednesdays, no Sir, no way, no how, on Wednesday’s I totally punish myself at the gym with free weights, really push myself past my limits…
…because that’s what hairy as all fuck muscle heads like me do.

As I was walking down the short foyer in the apartment, where my room and my roommate’s room were, I saw that Miles’ door was open and the light was on in his room as well.
Being a high-end executive for the finance firm he works for I figured he was up late and doing some overseas business dealings on his laptop, seeing as a lot of his clients live in different time zones.
But when I’d reached the doorway to his room and looked in, I could not believe what I saw.
Miles was fast restp on his bed, spread out like a Thanksgiving turkey, wearing only a pair of white briefs, with all his musculature on display.
Besides being a high-end executive with a finance firm, Miles is also an avid gym rat, a health nut. The man works out nearly every day of the week at the gym.
For whatever the reason, I stood frozen at Miles’ open door, taking in the sight of him…