Chapter 60

Scott was holding Mitch's paper in his hand. "We have to be quiet though, okay? Avi was literally in his boxers ready for bed when he handed this to me. Everyone else is asleep." Mitch smiled. "I understand, Sir." Scott started to read the paper. "Okay. Lift up your shirt, Mitchie." Mitch did as told, and Scott looked at his flat little tummy and nodded. Mitch dropped his shirt. "What does the paper say?" Scott laughed a little. "Avi just wrote that you have a flat stomach, visible ribs and protruding hip bones. That's all true." Mitch shrugs. "I know." Mitch was only wearing a long t-shirt for bed, so Scott didn't have to tell him to take his pants off. Scott hummed as he read. "Alright.. I need you to show me the muscle in your arms." "Oh I remember this. These are my guns... Or at least that's what Avi said." Mitch said flexing his arm as much as he could. Scott just smirked. "Avi said 'as little muscle as he had last year.'" Mitch giggled. "Not all of us can lift 200 pounds." Scott