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Vincent is standing in a tunnel; pipes run along the wall behind him. He stands relaxed, his left hand in his worn jean pocket and his right holding a heavy coil of rope over his shoulder. He wears a large brown leather belt with an antique silver buckle. He is shirtless and his washboard abs and pecs, both covered in a light sprinkling of hair, are a welcome sight indeed. With the coil of rpipes With that heavy coil of rope, the antique silver belt buckle, and the hip hugging jeans, all Vincent needs is a cowboy hat and he’s ready to ride. (Innuendo?)

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Not a position we usually see Vincent in…knees up…legs apart…(Danger, Will Robinson!)
Vincent sits on the ground with his back against the base of the  spiral stairs, his knees pulled up and apart in a relaxed position. He wears a pair of soft pants. Looking between his parted knees, (Danger, Will Robinson!), there is an unobstructed view of his chest, which has more yardage than a football field. (This brings to mind such terms as pass, illegal holding, tackling, end zone and touchdown….) However, his little getaway is about to be disturbed in a most pleasant way.

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Vincent stands near the lighted entrance to Catherine’s building from Below. He wears a pair of tight black jeans with the top button undone. He appears lost in thought with his arms relaxed at his sides and his head bowed. He wears no shirt and his massive shoulders and muscled chest are impressive to say the least. The eye naturally follows the silky matting of hair from his upper chest to his lower abs where it disappears past his slim hips into his unfastened jeans. Sigh. Wouldn’t you love to know what Vincent is thinking about? (After you tear your gaze away from his unfastened jeans.)

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A lantern in one hand and a bag of cookies in the other, Mouse and Arthur have just finished their midnight raid of the pantry. Mouse stands next to a junction of tunnels, wearing a pair of red plaid footed pajamas. In his right hand, he carries a lantern to light his way. In his left hand, he clutches a bag of chocolate chip cookies. Arthur accompanied Mouse on his midnight raid of the pantry and wants his share of the loot. For now, he checks out the spoils with his nose.

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Vincent is working in one of the lower tunnels where it’s cold, damp, and wet. Despite the conditions, a fine sheen of sweat covers his taut bare torso as he takes a break from swinging rock-breaking tools. He wears only a loose fitting pair of jeans that ride low, very low, on his hips despite a black belt. He uses his right arm to wipe the perspiration from his upper lip. His blue gaze is locked on something just to the right, probably the next big rock that is going to feel the full strength of his blow. A well-muscled male working up a sweat swinging heavy tools. Sexy? You bet! Give that man a lemonade.

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With all those bare stomach muscles visible, I can’t help but think of that old slogan “Let your fingers do the walking…”
Vincent sits on his bed amidst a pile of pillows, arms behind him, supporting his weight. His stained glass window glows golden in the background. He wears a comfortable pair of holey jeans. Sitting as he is, the bare muscles of his stomach are clearly visible and bring to mind the old saying, “Let your fingers do the walking.” Ahhhhhh, to walk those valleys and ridges with your fingers……
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Neck feels better, doesn't it?

Vincent stands before his chamber armoire. His left arm is stretched over and behind his head, giving his torso a beautiful long curve. His jeans have slipped down way past his hips and are hanging on by sheer force of will. (Darn it.) With that expanse of golden flesh exposed, you can’t help but wonder how all that muscle covered with that sleek pelt would feel beneath your hands. However, he is spoken for as the small leather pouch he wears around his neck attests.
There is nothing like a good stretch to show off a perfect body. Now if only those jeans would succumb completely to the force of gravity…

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