He got out of the pool, grabbed his towel and dried himself up. He eased himself into the slippers he had left right below the towel rack and walked towards the exit door, right next to it was the magazine rack, usually stacked with magazines for the members. He walked straight to it, with his long gray Turkish towel around his shoulders hiding his biceps and his chest even then it was quiet evident that he works out with outlining a muscle toned upper body. His swim shorts slowly dripped a few drops onto the floor while his left hand rubbed his hair, sort of messing it up in an elegant way. He leaned on his side to pick up the magazine with Carissa's picture on it, the towel fell to the floor reveling his bear but strong, well built athletic upper body and the tiny sapphire from his bracelet twinkled from the sunlight that peered through the window next to it. He did not notice how many eyes around there had caught him and enjoyed the sight of him and envied him; all his concentration was on the magazine and he grabbed it and walked towards the men's locker room nor realizing his towel had fallen off of his shoulders.
The room had two sections; the one on the right had all the lockers mounted on the wall with a couple of wooden tables in the middle for its members to use. Few of the lockers were wide open indicating they were not occupied and some had locks on them and there were a couple of men chatting and laughing. The other section had the bathrooms and toilets and some sinks, especially the one on the right was dripping since someone didn't close it properly. He walked in completely immersed in the magazine, sat on one of the wooden benches and continued reading. It was a gossip magazine, and he was not a guy who would be interested in anything like that, but the title somehow caught his eye, "Carissa's American Secret". The article talked about her achievements and that she has been regularly making a trip to the
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