you want, just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you? You put your lips together and just blow,” Richard smiled at his own joke. “Now, go take a long hot shower. I like my guests smelling nicely and there is a package of new razors there for you to shave with if you want."

"I hope you don't mind my asking you, but how come a waiter can afford such a nice place as this?" Joseph sheepishly asked, "I know its none of my business and I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but these days an apartment like this must be expensive."

"Well waiters can make a lot in tips, most of which I don't report, and that's only my side line," he answered winking an eye. "I'm also studying to be an actor and I do a bit of male modeling on the side. Then there are those 'rich' parents of mine. So now you know, I hope it doesn't change your opinion of me."

Richard lead Joseph to the bathroom and slapping him lightly on the ass said "Go get washed up, we can talk more after, I'm still curious to find out how a farm hand knows about art and sculpture and why in the world anyone with an ounce of brains would join the army."

While Joseph was showering and shaving Richard filled the washer and then returned to the kitchen. He made some cheese and cracker spreads and placed them on the coffee table. He then loosened his tie, took off his shoes, and made himself comfortable. Joseph had started to hum some tune in the shower that made Rich smile and the thought came to him of maybe sneaking into the bathroom and into the shower with his handsome guest. It was a temptation that almost got to him. Oh how he would like to put all his 8" up that cute soldier's ass and make love to him, but second thoughts came to him. He better be very careful, this was a guy that could beat the shit out of him if he did not want to play the 'gay way'. I'll just take it slow and see what develops, Richard thought. In any event it was nice to have a man in the house.

In the bathroom Joseph was finished with the shower and running his fingers over his face decided to take a shave. He lathered up his face and ran the razor over his skin. He opened the medicine cabinet and saw a bottle of after-shave lotion, which he splashed on his face. God that stuff makes me smell like a cheep whore, he thought. His mind began to run wild will this give Rich the wrong impression? He wondered. Will Richard think that I'm interested in him? Thinking better of it he took water in his hands and splashed it on his face, trying to get as much of the aftershave off as he could. What will I do if he makes a pass at me? I just can't be rude to him after all he has been nice to me. Why do I get myself into these situations? I feel boxed in, cornered and as nervous as I was the first time I had a woman. All these thoughts ran through his mind. Joseph looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself, "Well you can't stay in here all night, Go out there and try to relax and leave as soon as