Antone has come in from the storm. He’s all wet and covered in mud. You let him use your shower and toss his clothes in the washer, and you wonder what you’re going to do until the drying cycle is done. When Antone finishes washing up, all he has to wear is underpants. You can’t help but notice his athletic body; Antone obviously has been working out. He is so muscular and could probably tear you apart, but not now – he’s a little vulnerable wearing just that flimsy cloth. He knows it could just fall to the floor at any time. He catches your gaze, and you see some of that confidence reappear.