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From his armchair, his head back, his hands folded in his lap,
Jorge thought back to his days in the Navy.  He had lived
among men and been among them naked in the showers.  His
thoughts then had taken him to places he could never venture.  
Tonight, he would find himself among naked men again, only
this time with a collective new promise.  They were men at one
with firmer shapes and masculine smells and less common
urges that, to them, seemed natural.  Jorge had thought about
his new companions all week, letting his mind take him to that
familiar realm of unrealized dreams.  Now he was here in their
midst, in a fraternity where his secrets and perspectives were
welcome, and where the dreams could very well materialize into
something real.

FIVE MARRIED MEN . . . From Chapter 11