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Part 6� Laying Groundwork

Will woke, feeling sticky, then remembered that they hadn�t
cleaned up from sex before their nap.� He
moved slightly and Don looked over his shoulder at him, a smile on his face.

�Hey,� Don said lazily.

�Hey,� Will responded warmly.� �I�m thinking about a swim.�

�Sounds good.�

They peeled themselves apart and did some cursory cleanup of
their bodies and the room.� Opening their
bags, they unpacked, settling into their new accommodations. They found their
swimsuits and pulled them on.� Will wore
his pair of blue swim trunks that always reminded him of their first awkward
shower together.� Don smiled at him,
obviously remembering the same thing, and ran his fingers down Will�s chest,
like he hadn�t been able to during that shower.

Grabbing a few towels, Don and Will padded out of their room
in bare feet.� It took them some time to
find the larger of the two swimming pools, the one with lap lanes.� They set their towels and room key on the
nearby deck chairs then went to the lanes.�
They did a quick warm-up of their arms and legs.� Then they grinned at each other, Will counted
down, five-four-three-two-one, and they dove into the lanes.

They came up side-by-side, swimming with the typical freestyle
stroke.� Will held his own for a few
laps, mostly because of his longer legs, but Don eventually began to pull
away.� Will backed off and swam at his
own pace until he began to feel waterlogged.�
He climbed out of the pool then, lay on his stomach on a deck chair, and
just enjoyed watching Don swim.� �Don�s body cut through the water with each
stroke of his strong arms, his legs flutter-kicking behind.� On every third stroke, Don turned his head to
take a breath, the water streaming down his face and scattering from his thick
hair.

Will smiled and rested his eyes on this vision of skill and athleticism.� He�d have to ask where Don had learned to
swim because he�d obviously gotten serious training.� After a few more laps, Don switched to a
breaststroke.� Will let his eyes wander over
the garden and his attention was suddenly snagged by a white stucco house that
he could see through the bushes.� The
house was on a slight hill and Will recognized it from photos as the Richland
house, their main target.� Will cushioned
his chin and looked at the house, like any casual sun-worshipper would.

It was surrounded by a high fence and all approaches were
foliage-free, so no one could creep up to the house.� He looked at it for a while, but didn�t learn
anything that wasn�t in the surveillance photos.

�Whatcha looking at?��
Don said at Will�s side.�

Will turned to see Don drying off.� �A house up there,� Will said, waving his
hand in the general direction of the house.�
�Would be a nice place to live.�

Don�s eyes flashed in acknowledgement then he nonchalantly
glanced at the house.� �Land�s gotta be
incredibly expensive, though,� he said.

Will stood up.� �How
about dinner after all that exercise?�

�I�m starving,� Don smiled, probably thinking of their
pre-nap exercise, too.�

They cleaned up for dinner and walked down to the
restaurant.� The place was full of quiet
little nooks and romantic lighting.� They
were sat at a table and presented with a calligraphied menu.

�The filet mignon with garlic butter sounds good,� Don mused.

�I agree.�

When the waiter arrived, Will said, �We�ll have two filets
with garlic butter and a bottle of Beaulieu Cabernet Private Reserve '96.�

The waiter looked over at Don who raised his eyebrows but
nodded.� The waiter withdrew.

�Well, it was what you were going to get anyway,
right?�� Will said defensively, not
really sure why he ordered for both of them.�
He never did that.

�Probably,� Don said, �Though I hadn�t decided on a wine.�

�The Beaulieu Cabernet Private Reserve '96 is very good.�

�It should be, at that price ��

Will shrugged and picked up a roll from the breadbasket.� �So, where did you learn how to swim?�

Don looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then answered
his question.� The awkward moment passed
and they enjoyed an excellent meal.� The
wine was perfect, the surroundings intimate, and the service impeccable.� I can definitely
can see myself staying here for a week �

�When they were done
with dinner, waving off the tempting dessert tray, Will casually asked the
waiter, �Where can we go for a run after dark?�
I always like to take a late run and sometimes he joins me.�� Just because they weren�t yet investigating,
didn�t mean he couldn�t lay groundwork for when they were.

The waiter didn�t know, so he went and got the manager.� It was now the night manager, a blond,
serious-looking woman named Lynn Cole.

�Let�s see,� Lynn said, frowning.� She didn�t seem upset by the question, just
thinking hard.� �You�ll probably want to
run along the lane, the narrow road drive from the road up to the front
building.� It�s about a mile long.� There isn�t any lighting along the drive, but
it�s wide and paved and I believe there�s a full moon the day after tomorrow,
so you should have enough light the next few days.� Please wear reflective clothing and keep an
eye out for late arrivals, though.�

Will thanked her and nodded at Don.� Night runs weren�t actually Will�s thing but
Don didn�t have to ask why he wanted to go on one.

After supper, they wandered over to the 24-hour
Clubhouse.� It had a fitness room, a
meditation room, and several rooms that were obviously designed for group
discussion sessions.� Don and Will were
more interested in the DVD library at the moment.
�
Regular television channels were forbidden, since that would
keep retreat visitors too much in touch with the outside world, but every room
had an elaborate A/V system with game systems and DVD players.� So in the Clubhouse was a small but
wide-ranging DVD library.� There was even
a shuttered cupboard of porn DVDs.� Don
pulled out a random porn DVD and held it up.�
It featured a blonde nympho with tits that looked like beach balls and a
blonde muscle man with a cock like a tree trunk.� Don rolled his eyes.

�Can you say �plastic surgery?�� Will said with a
smirk.� �Guys bulked up like that usually
have the equipment of a 10-year-old.�

With a grimace, Don put it back, then he grinned at
Will.� �I�ve got my own porn show
whenever I want it anyway.�

�I did pack some fun toys,� Will said with a wink.

Don and Will perused the normal video selection � not too
surprisingly heavily weighted in romantic titles � and chose �The
Natural.�� They took it back to their
room but ended up playing several hours of cutthroat video game Hockey.

Around 10 o�clock, Will sighed and put down his video
controller.� �Time for our run,� he said.

Don nodded and they both got dressed for running.� As he opened up the door, Will smiled to
himself. There were a lot of things he�d done in undercover work that were much
less pleasant than a night run with Don.�
They stepped out into the warm evening and Will left his worries on the
table for later.
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