The idea is so exhilarating that for the second time, I take off my towel, but this time I do it naturally, matter-of-factly. Two men are treading water in the deep end. I wait through the fire and, when my eyesight begins to blur and the distance I can see around me closes in, I wait through that, too. The lay out of the wet area is perfect for cock cursing and I personally delight in the steam room and gang shower. I walk in, barefoot and stark naked, which is actually against the rules, and maneuver the contact over my iris in front of the sink mirror.
Out of scientific curiosity, I make my way toward the vending machines. Parliament House Resort. Riff raft in and out 24 hours a day.