Oct 16, 2006 22:08
Lee is sitting on the counter in the master bathroom, towel around his waist and water still beaded across his skin after a long shower. He's studying his reflection intently, or rather, studying part of his reflection. His upper arm. Running a finger over his bicep, he flexes the muscle. Coming to a decision, he grabs his cellphone from the charger on the counter and snaps it open.
He hits the speed-dial and waits for the other party to pick up.