The tile floor is slick with water.  Mirrors hang in silence collecting condensation, and in the background, naked bodies shuffle in and out of clothing. 

“Did you see her ass today?”

“Uh, yeah!”

“Looks like someone has been eating a few too many cookies.”

They snicker.  One wipes a hand across a squeaky mirror and stares.

“I need to look good for the beach this year.  I still feel fat from winter.  Don’t I always look bloated?”

“Stop.  You look great.  I wish I looked like you.  I would kill for those legs.”

“Pfft.  My legs are gross.  They’re so skinny.  I look anorexic.  Don’t tell anyone, but I think I’m going to get implants.  My chest is too small.”

“What?  Don’t do that.  It looks so unnatural.  You’re chest is nice.  I always catch guys staring at your chest.”

“I just don’t feel confident.  It needs to be bigger, and implants are the only way.  When I walk into a room I want people to notice.  I’m sick of being just like everyone else.”

“You’re not.  Look at you.  People would kill to have a body like that.”

“I still have like five more pounds to lose.  Until then, I won’t be happy with myself.”

“So you’re not serious about the implants?”

“I am.  I have an appointment for a consultation next Friday.  I want you to come with me.  I’m also thinking about getting a new ass, and maybe something done with my face.  Nothing too major, I don’t want to be a Michael Jackson or Joan Rivers.”

“I’ve thought about getting some work done too.  Maybe just some Botox.”

“Yeah, you’d look so much younger.  Your face has aged well, but some of those deep lines could be smoothed.  So will you come to the appointment?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t let you do anything like that alone.”

“Thanks.  That means a lot to me.”

“Anytime.”

With only shorts on, they hug.  Their sweaty bodies comfort each other in a way only a tender embrace can.  They pat one another’s backs and pull away.  Their eyes lock in a way that says true friendship.

“I guess I should hit the showers after having your sweaty body all over me.”

“Like you weren’t working up a sweat in there today.  I saw the big wet patch down your back.”

They walk to the showers, a big open room with multiple spouts to wash members.  Sweat rinses off of their baroque bodies and spirals into the drain.  They rub soap over their rippled abs, barrel chests, and chiselled shoulders.  They face away from each other and mind their own business as they lather shampoo into their short hair.  As they shout across the tiled room water runs down their strong faces and jumps over their moving lips.

“Does your wife know about the appointment?”

“No, I’m not going to tell her till after.  Don’t say anything to Cheryl either, they both talk.”

“C’mon, do you think I tell my wife everything?”