"Excellent, good for her. Good for her." Tony had a habit of repeating statements a lot. Just part of his nature. He had never met Bradleys family, but that wasn the point.
"Hows your wife Tony? Still young and beautiful?" Bradley asked.
"Ah! Shes
gay muscle jocks still gorgeous young Bradley
gay muscle jocks." Tony turned back to the counter, setting Bradleys
gay muscle jocks coffee and muffin onto the bar. A bright light in his eyes was showing that he had practically been waiting to talk about her with Tony. "She made the most beautiful little crochet last night. Shes been working on it for months. Shes also making a dress for my granddaughters school dance next week." He smiled and laughed, feeling his balding hair. "Shes always working on a bunch of little projects." Bradley smiled, and patted Tony on the shoulder, looking into his eyes.
"You have a choice wife, Tony. I hope I can be as lucky as you when I get married." Bradley smiled at the man, picking up his muffin and coffee.
"Oh nonsense." Tony replied. "With your young looks you should be having women lined up to date you. Youll find a wife before you know it." On his way out the door, Bradley pointed to the old man, smiling.
"I hope you
e right Tony. I hope you
e right. Ill see you
gay muscle jocks tomorrow." Bradley turned out the door, and took a sip of his coffee, walking down the sidewalk. He looked across the street, where an Italian restaurant filled half the block. People were outside eating and talking together, smiling and being happy. Bradley smiled, watching for a moment, and continued on his way.
- -
The next day Bradley would never forget. Bradley was on the subway heading toward the factory to begin his work day. He stood alone in the
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gay muscle jocks his morning news paper, reading the comics. He smiled to himself, lifting his head slightly as he thought about the Doonbury joke he read, when his eyes spotted an angel on the train. Due to her surprising beauty
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gay muscle jocks the woman had the wings of an angel. He blinked a few times slowly, looking over the womans soft features. She was sitting a few benches down from where he was, reading a small book. The book was cradled in her small hands, her knit gloves holding the covers open.
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