Male Inflation

It was a cold and snowy February night on the campus of North Chicago Tech, few people were out and about as the snowstorm was supposed to last until the next night. One of those few people out was Caitlin, a communications major, who was making her way to take advance of an uncrowded library. As she walked on the slick sidewalks to the library, she thought about what all of her friends were doing and why she was spending another Friday nightin the library.

Nathan stepped through the front door, jacket folded over his arm. "I'm home!"

No response.

"Hello?  Maria?" He strained his ears, hearing someone talking in the distance.  Passing through the entryway he entered the living room.  There, seated on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her, morosely watching the news, was Maria.  Approaching, he leaned in, gently resting a hand on her shoulder. "Hey.  Is everything okay?"

Maria let out an unhappy note.

"Bad day?"

She nodded.

"Want to talk about it?"

Ugh, are you kidding me? 

Patrick shook his head, and frowned. 

What, do you want to have sex with them?

He rolled over, and sighed.

We're done, freak, done.

Patrick sat up, growling. He couldn't get the conversation with Lizzie out of his head. He'd tried to share his secret with her, hoping they could bring it into the bedroom. To be fair, she'd told him he wanted him to wear his leather jacket to bed...

The gym was peaceful, as peaceful as a gym could be with the clanging of weights, grunts of exertion from the gym members and the blaring music. Tyrone considered himself the king of the gym, as he was the biggest guy in the gym and as a result the other members gave him a wide birth to let him do his thing. Sitting at his bench curling dumbbells that were bigger than some people’s heads, Tyrone was in his element. The music of his large headphones making himself oblivious to everything other than himself.