"Oi Steve it's 12:30 you wanna go to lunch" proclaimed James, "sure Iam off to subway gotta eat flesh after all you want anything?" "Nah Iam fine thanks tho steve" replies James as he watches steve jump from the raised dock face and watched him walk of the subway he couldn't help but think Steve's in good bloody shape for a 50 year old as imagines steve in his mind standing around 5'11 chocolate skin surprisingly condensed and muscular a fighter physic a testament to all those years doing martial arts and personal security he looks around 35 not nearing with the bald head help with hiding his grey hairs as does being clean shaven.

"ahhh I need to get in shape" sighed James sadly "look at me 25 and getting a belly" as he goes to wash his face of sweat and dust he looks in the mirror black hair ,hazel eyes broad shoulders from boxing and doing manual labour standing 6ft tall and soft strips of fat forming on his belly and waist perhaps not as bad as it could be but heavier than he's ever been at 91 kg "maybe I should start doing morning runs again" ponders James "ah well time to get back to work Steven will be back soon"

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A Few hours later

"Fuck look out James" screams Steven "huh?" Whack ,thud James falls the floor as the back corner of the picker machine Steven was driving caught him in the head in between his eyes "fuck that's a lot of blood are you okay!?!?" In a panic Steven repeated "are you okay ,are you okay ,are you ok James,James are you ok","ughhhh bit fuzzy " as James wipes some of the blood running down into his eyes off, can I have a paper towel and some water please?"