Climbing down the watchtower, Paul and June slowly walked back home. Arriving at the door, Paul twisted the handle and opened the sturdy wooden door. Swinging open, Paul and June stepped into a cozy and warm atmosphere. The scent of roasted chicken filled the air with a rich, savory aroma. Walking out of the kitchen, came Paul's mother, Charlotte. In her soft and gentle voice, she said" Paul, June you're back." Dragging himself into his room, Paul replied" Hi Mom" Tiredly. June on the other hand bowed down and said" Good evening Madam." sighing Paul's mother said," June, call me Mom." Walking into Paul's room, June closed the door behind her. Looking at Paul taking his shirt off, June blushed looking at Paul's well-built body. Paul had broad shoulders and a toned chest, hinting at his growing strength. His arms were, muscular and well-proportioned, with defined biceps and triceps. Holding his towel and a new change of clothes with him, Paul stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Taking his clothes off, Paul looked at his arm. spotting crimson-red spots on his arm, Paul looked closer confused but yet curious. Not treating it as a serious issue, Paul went on a shower. Walking out of the bathroom with a new change of clothes, Paul rolled his sleeves up and asked June" Do you know anything about this." Resting lazily on Paul's chair June, stood up in a rush. Looking at the spots she just shrugged and said" I don't know." Holding a towel and a new change of clothes in her hands, June added"It's probably nothing." Before walking into the bathroom and closing the door. Confused and a little worried Paul shrugged and said"Guess I'll ask Dave later." Diving into his bed, Paul sunk into the soft cushions of his bed. waiting for June to finish bathing, Paul closed his eyes.

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