JJ has had experience in customer service at the Hardwood, as well as his computer skills – we could have a great website…cheap advertising targeted at guys like us. Roscoe, a weekend ‘tack shop’ would bring you more business than you could handle…Randy and Zeb, you guys would be the perfect hosts…pics of a couple young, hot shirtless guys would be a big draw on our webpage. Whaddaya think?”

JJ asked…“Who’d you go after…who’re you gonna pitch this to on a website?”

“Men - gay guys…companies…clubs…couples…singles - ‘cruisers’! Like - lots of companies now acknowledge their gay employees…might throw for a weekend or something. We could even do something like a ‘closet’ weekend for guys that aren’t ‘out’ or all the way ‘out’ for whatever reason…all kinds of stuff.”

Zeb spoke again…“You know what’d really be hot? This’d be a great place for a gay fraternity to have the kind of initiation and hazing that they’d never get away with on campus…just think of the possibilities!”

“Never thought of that…but yeah, bet we’d be booked years in advance! Damn! OK here’s what we do – for the next week, give some thought to whether or not you think it’d do-able; whether or not you think there’s a large enough market to make it fly; whether or not you personally would be interested in the jobs I just outlined…shit like that. Then, we get together on Friday night – just us - in the barn…to make our final decision. Sound like a good idea?”

Ron spoke…“Hell, yeah…Pete and I can start working on the legal stuff right now…zoning, renovation permits and shit like that…unless someone has a valid objection, I think we could start the ball rolling now!”

“Good enough…oh, yeah - one more thing though…we gotta come up with a name. I like “Hardwood”…but that’s already taken…think about that too – something not too ‘in your face’…but something that you wouldn’t have to explain to the clientele we’d be lookin’ for…! When you’re finished eating…you can take off or do what you want – that’s all I had…at least for now.”

“Hey, guys…before you go…if you’re interested – JJ challenged me to a match later tonight…gotta wait until this steak settles though…but around 8:30 or 9 I’m gonna grind his black ass right through the mat, if you wanna watch!”

“We’ll see, man…we’ll see!”

Roscoe and Pierre opted to go back to his place to take some more “measurements.” Rod had just bought a new DVD…“Oil Wrestlers Unlimited,” and he, Randy, Pete and Ron headed for the den to watch it.

“Shed those threads, guys…only way to watch this stuff is bare-balled…Randy, you’re sittin’ between my legs…! You guys comin’ or what?”

JJ answered for himself and Zeb… “In a few…I gotta talk some sense into this young fuck before I bust his balls on that worn out mat…”

“Hey, man – careful! That mat’s not worn out…just barely broken in – and there’s been a lot of ball busting on it over the last couple years – wrestling history! I bet you’ll add your chapter tonight!”
“We’ll see…!”

The four guys left a trail of shirts, boots and Levis to be retrieved