By Jen Harker
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I was startled out of my light doze when the boy slipped into the hot tub across from me. He was young – I couldn't be sure of his exact age in the twilight, but he couldn't have been more than twenty; his body was slim and graceful, with a little hint of the awkwardness of youth in his movements. In many ways he was the opposite of my own wife back in Indiana – slender, with narrow hips and chest, and a pixie-ish face. I wouldn't go so far as to call him girlish – his broad shoulders and narrow hips were certainly man enough.