Saturday morning was a nice sunny day.
I was thinking about the tennis game that Jeff suggested. It could be fun to play tennis again.
I knew that I was in a good shape.
I was determined to show Jeff that I could give him a good fight and who knows, perhaps even win...
I put my tee shirt and short pants on and drove to Jeff's place.
His house was surrounded by lots of green areas, including a well maintained garden with different type of flowers and several old trees.
On one side of the house there was a swimming pool with a small jacuzzi.
On the other side was the tennis court. It was ready with a net on, 2 rackets and 6 balls on the side.
I rang the bell and Jeff opened the door.
It was the first time that both of us were STANDING together. He was taller than me by 5" or 6", dark hair and quite tan. He had his short pants as well as a Nike shirt on. I was impressed... He looked good...
He led me to his kitchen, pulled a big bottle of water from the refrigerator and we walked to the court.
We hit the balls back and forth a couple of times and then Jeff recommended that we start a real game.
I won the toss, so I served first.
In my first 4 serves I did well and the score was in my favor. I felt very proud of myself.
However, I didn't want to humiliate Jeff, so I slowed down.
It turned out to be a mistake.
Jeff shifted gears and sent me from one side of the court to the other in a losing battle. Jeff won the set 6-4.
Jeff looked at me with a smirk on his face, " You started well, but it takes more than that to beat me."
So we played another set.
I didn't understand where did initial-game-Jeff disappeared. In the new set he made me run right and left, down the base and up to the net the whole time. He won the second set 6-2.
It was noon time and the hot sun was overpowering.
I was exhausted, sweaty and thirsty. I gulped the cool water from the bottle and sat down in the shade.
"I don't think I'll be able to continue. I'm tired and sweaty to play in the midday sun," I told Jeff.
"That's OK," he said graciously, "let's go take a shower."
We entered the house and he pointed me to the shower area.
The room was larger than usual and surrounded by semitransparent glass. It had rails at midriff level inside, a big mirror and 3 different shower heads above.
I removed my sweaty clothes and went to the shower. The door closed behind me.
I put the hot water on, while staring at myself at the large mirror. I still looked good for a 40 years old!
White fog began obscuring all details.
Then the door opened and Jeff, now fully naked, entered in.
I stared at his figure in the vapor covered mirror.
