Snippet #1197960

Antony slides out of his room a little nervously. His stomach is lean, but by no means chisled. It's rather pale compared to his face, lower arms and legs. A real farmer's tan, only without the actual farming aspect involved. He wore black trunks with a red band and they fit him rather nicely.

The man leaned against the counter, admiring Nellie briefly before casting a glance at Izzy. He smiled, thinking for some reasong that she looked cute in polka-dots. Although he really didn't like the music that was playing, he supposed it would do and ventured to guess that it was the kind of music that most everyone hear would have liked.