March was covering Boston under a thick layer of snow. After so many years in LA, Sam had gotten used to the warm climate of California with rainy winters and mild temperatures. Nothing to do with the climate of Boston. But he did not care. He was born and raised there, and could return to get used to living in his beloved hometown. Diane, whopping, passed it worse, but was happy in Boston closer to her son.

Sam was concerned with Diane that insisted on going alone to work on her car every day. So, Sam with the snow, had put winter tires. Sam, as if Diane was a teenager, asked her to call him when was in her office. So he was calmer.

That evening at 'Cheers' had elapsed quiet ... until arrived to the bar a tall man dressed in sportswear. He was young, about thirty years. He had short black hair, brown eyes, straight nose and strong jaw with a small dimple in the chin, gave his face an attractive and manly appearance. Under the sportswear, you could guess a proportionate and perfect body, sculpted by years of hard and disciplined exercise, with broad shoulders, strong torso well trained and muscular arms.

All women in the bar had fixed their eyes on him, although the man was trying to go unnoticed. Carla was to which was more fired her libido, grotesquely exaggerated, as she was. On the other hand, women, except Carla, watched Samuel working behind the bar. They were at a crossroads of the most attractive and sensual.

Sam was in his office reviewing invoices and other paperwork, when suddenly he felt the sound of customers chatting at the bar, growing more and more. That was almost a scandal voices and laughter, especially female. Then he got up and went to see what was going on.

-What is going on here? -Sam asked.

-The girls have gone crazy, Sam -said Norman.

-Yes, that's what I've noticed. But, why? What's up?- Sam asked again.

-Just ask Carla -said Cliff- she howls like a bitch in heat for a while now.

-Carla! Come a moment, please! - called her Sam.

-Yup? -Carla said.

-What happen? -asked again Sam.

-This terrific swarthy who is sitting across the bar...- Carla gestured with her head.

-Yes, what? -Sam said nonchalantly.

-What?! -repeated surprised Carla- He´s awesome…It's the handsomest man I've ever seen!

-Come on! Do not exaggerate! -Sam said smiling- Myself at his age ...

-You at his age? -said Carla defiant - You at his age were not even half as good as him ...You did not even got to the bottom of shoes to my former butcher, that was handsome.

-Ah!, Yup? -Sam replied visibly upset -.

-Yup! -Carla said- The only one that can compete with that boy is your son.

-Well, everyone says that Samuel is a lot like me when I was young -Sam said with a mixture of parental pride and vanity.

-That was in the last century! People who knew you get older, the brain dries, they forget the memories and say nonsense. Ignore them, Sam! -Carla said in a tone poisoned.

-For if we will remember ages worldwide, do not think you're too old to be panting and making a fool of by someone who could be almost your grandson? -Sam said hurtful .

-Forget me, Sam! -Carla said annoyed- Stay out of my business.

-Is it true that all this fuss is for that guy? -insisted Sam.

-For him and for your son. -said Carla- Bets are thrown with both of them

-I can not believe it! -said Sam- For my son, I understand, but that guy ...

-Look at that girl group how they are harassing him -gesture Cliff-

-Yes, Sam!, and if you do not intervene, we will witness the first violation of a man in this bar. ... although I think is going to go ... I see him a little uncomfortable ... He will be gay?

-But, what do you say? -Carla said bothered by those words- That guy is not gay ... can not be ...

-Dad -said Samuel worried, approaching him from the other side of the bar- That guy is in trouble. He arrived a time ago to take some refreshments, but girls do nothing but approaching him and harass.

-Let me, son. -Sam said- And approached to where the guy was.

Will continue.