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| Anyway, Floyd Ramis (no relation to Kurt Rambis) had hired a Puerto Rican pool boy named Rincon. | |
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| Rincon would come by once a week to clean the Olympic-sized pool Floyd had installed in back of the manse. | |
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| After a month of flirting, I came straight out and asked Rincon if he would like a backrub. | |
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| "Yes, please," was Rincon's earnest reply. While I massaged, Rincon told me of his regular job as a brickmason. | |
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| I was vaguely excited by the thought of strong, rough brickmason hands rubbing my shoulders, so I asked Rincon to return the favor after I'd finished up with him. | |
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| Rincon's bright eyes gleamed and he laughed, saying, "Of course, my new friend. Remove your shirt." | |
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