Kyle often stood naked on the stoop, dong in hand, watching the girls play volleyball on the beach below. Every Sunday in church, he would thank the Lord Above for the brick wall the separated him from an indecent exposure charge, and every Sunday when he returned from church, the wall would still be there, proof that God indeed loved him. Trembling, he would lose his clothes and go outside. Often, he would have lube and sometimes took Viagra. He would stand there, feeling the sweat oozing down his hairy back, and—as he liked to think of it—‘work out’. It was all the exercise he got anymore, what with the treadmill on the blink.
Kyle was a lonely man.