Milty slowly takes a seat, facing away from you.

    As he does so, you are afforded a glance at his taught young buttocks -- their smoothness abundandtly evidently thru his much-too-small pair of soccer shorts whose shiny green material gleams in the morning sunlight.

    Strange feelings are awakened from deep within you.


    Wait five minutes.  See if the feeling passes.

    "Hey, Milty, you got any inubrius, man?"

    Act on these feelings.