One breath and she focused again, it was enforced but professionalissm above all. It saved her more than once. She pressed the button.

„Click, click, click, click..." The shutter went into a war mode, documenting all these so contemporary, yet sexy shots.

Suddenly she giggled, so she had to stop and muffle her sounds. No... she won't be making THESE KIND of photos.

„I'm not gonna picture him cleaning his..." and she sighed as the gang boss finished one activity, turend off the shower and stretched.

But how he stretched... flexing, parallel lines of muscles seemed to gleam in the daylight. The reporter swallowed and almost forgot to press the camera button, getting out of oblivious fascination. He bent down and she though she must had been alone for too long... how long it has been? She knew, but did not want to remember now. Another minute or two passed on observation.

The man in not so distant bathroom was slowly preparing to leave. Luckily, he was still naked so she crouched a little to make a few last photos and get the hell out. It was a huge risk, too much...

She felt awkward when she saw him trying out some kind of a street fight moves. You could immediately see that he wasn't just fucking around. These were moves take out of practice, effective practice. Another shine of muscles, a tight biceps and obviously strong pelvis moved her imagination. She cursed him in her mind for being such a hunk. She closed her eyes for a moment, to recover.

She opened them. A squek left her mouth.

„Oh my god!" The camera was broken? What the hell?! Stunned for a moment, she thought her own camera is playing tricks! The man was not there! But he couldn't be that fast?!

When her brain understood what to do, she cursed again at the awkward sight. He was there, about half of his body not visible because he was lying on the floor! His face in some kind of pain, he was holding his knee.

„What the fuck!?" Mumbled the reporter, and tried to zoom in more. Yep, there he was. On his back, in some kind of agony. Not that sexy anymore. Apparently his knee... maybe... She squinted and nodded her head. This was somewhat very much more embarassing all the sudden. She should get out now.

But what if he's hurt? He must have experienced some tough fights, despite no visible scars.