Bob Hager stands by the pool, his dark hair damp from the water, adjusting the checkered swim trunks that cling to his muscular frame. The wooden deck creaks underfoot as he shifts his weight, the sun glinting off his tanned skin and the stubble of his beard. His hands move with deliberate precision, pulling the fabric taut over his thighs before settling into a pose that leaves little to the imagination.
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