The Cool, Cool River (Greg)
Sept 24, 2012 18:18:00 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Sean Neville on Sept 24, 2012 18:18:00 GMT -5
There was a Russian and Turkish bathhouse in Brooklyn that had been in business since the turn of the last century. As with many of the classic Russian and Turkish (and Polish) bathhouses, it functioned primarily as a health club and social hangout for men of a certain age. There were saunas and a steam bath, a whirlpool bath, showers, and tea service and a bar. Quite different from the more sexual bathhouses, common during the 1960s and 1970s, before the AIDS epidemic. Sean and Greg had visited the bathhouse in Brooklyn on a couple of occasions; they were relaxing, even though they had stood out like sore thumbs given that, when in college, they were several decades younger than the other patrons.
It had been a good bonding activity.
There was another Russian and Turkish bathhouse in Allston, Massachusetts. Sean had been there before, and it was similar to the on in Brooklyn, albeit somewhat modernized. There were more spa-type facilities at this one, including a swimming pool, and in addition to tea and alcohol, there were also smoothies, for the more health-conscious among the patrons. However, it was close enough.
Thus, on a day when Sean knew that Josh had plans with his mother, the telepath had called Greg to invite him out to the bathhouse, so that they could make a day of it. Considering that it was a three hour drive each way, they had to devote the entire day to the experience. Sean had promised to take Greg out to supper afterward, so it would be nice.
It would also be a good way for him to check in with his blond friend and make sure that the other man was all right.
After a drive of swapping stories and listening to music from the 1970s, reminiscent of college, they had arrived. It didn’t take too long to register, get their lockers, and then change into swim trunks and towels. And then they were in the first of the saunas.
“It’s just like college,” the telepath remarked, leaning back against the wall of the sauna. He spread his towel over his lap and braced his hands on either side of his body. “Although I think we actually fit in with the age group these days.”
It had been a good bonding activity.
There was another Russian and Turkish bathhouse in Allston, Massachusetts. Sean had been there before, and it was similar to the on in Brooklyn, albeit somewhat modernized. There were more spa-type facilities at this one, including a swimming pool, and in addition to tea and alcohol, there were also smoothies, for the more health-conscious among the patrons. However, it was close enough.
Thus, on a day when Sean knew that Josh had plans with his mother, the telepath had called Greg to invite him out to the bathhouse, so that they could make a day of it. Considering that it was a three hour drive each way, they had to devote the entire day to the experience. Sean had promised to take Greg out to supper afterward, so it would be nice.
It would also be a good way for him to check in with his blond friend and make sure that the other man was all right.
After a drive of swapping stories and listening to music from the 1970s, reminiscent of college, they had arrived. It didn’t take too long to register, get their lockers, and then change into swim trunks and towels. And then they were in the first of the saunas.
“It’s just like college,” the telepath remarked, leaning back against the wall of the sauna. He spread his towel over his lap and braced his hands on either side of his body. “Although I think we actually fit in with the age group these days.”
