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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