Cross Roads

Gloria headed for a table of young men at the other end of the room. Standing over them, she smiled and asked if she could join them. “Boys, you are just what I’m lookin’ for. May I have a moment to tell you about an idea I have?”

The four young men were speechless with the beautiful lady standing before them, but recovered quickly, and eagerly asked her to take a seat. They introduced themselves and then let her take command of the conversation.

“Listen, boys, I’m lookin’ for six great looking guys who can dance, and who aren’t afraid to get out in front of a crowd. Am I lookin’ at four of them?” She laughed at their attentive expressions. “Ok, this is where you boys get a turn to talk, what do ya think?”

The leader emerged, and asked, “Ok, Lady, tell us more. I can tell you that you’ve hit the jackpot with this group of pretty boys.” He kept his eyes on her while he waved his arm around the table to include all of his friends.

Amused, Gloria continued. “Call me a scout of sorts. Have you boys been to Sticks?”

They admitted that they had not ventured out to explore other places. They were comfortable at Templetons, and saw no reason to try another place.

Gloria’s eyes widened as she leaned into the table to tell them a secret that was not meant for other ears. “What I want is very simple, I’m lookin’ for six hunks to stand on the stage of Sticks and dance their little hearts out, entertaining both women and men. The women, of course, will enjoy you for the way you look, but the men will be interested because of the humorous reputation you’re gonna have. You see, I want you to wear nothin’ but red boxer shorts, and your name will be the Boxer Boys. So, what do ya think?  Are ya interested in auditioning?”