<div align="center">(http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/471/bernardovelascobydidio.jpg)</div><br/>Peter Mathus stood on the rather large sidewalk outside the nondescript building.  His eyes, the color of rich earth, were currently staring down at the small business card held between his thumb and forefinger.  He'd stolen it from his father's desk the last time he visited.  The selfish son of a bitch had a habit of sneaking off at night or during the weekend, and Peter had finally figured out that this was the place he'd gone to.<br/><br/>He thought the man might be having an affair with someone behind his mother's back though it wouldn't really matter to him.  Their marriage was doomed to fail, and he was sure that the only reason they had been together all this time was for Peter's sake.  It wasn't a happy existence when each of your parents were vying for your attention, knowing that their time together was short.  Maybe that's why the boy had the attitude he did today.  He wasn't afraid to tell off his parents...or anyone for that matter.  'Spoiled little rich kid' was what he got a lot, especially behind his back, but he knew he could always call his father in to wreck someone's life.  The man was powerful enough to do so being a multimillion dollar business man.<br/><br/>The 23 year old boy turned toward the outer door, grasping its cold metallic handle to pull it open, and once inside, the atmosphere changed dramatically.  The room was nearly silent save the sound of running water and the echo of his pristine Nike shoes stepping across the floor.  There were a few statues of gods, he assumed, but he didn't recognize them.  He took an exceptionally long look at the one sporty a massive woody behind the counter and cocked a puzzled eyebrow.  Just what was this place?<br/><br/>He spotted the man behind the counter whose eyes seemed to zero in on him as an oddity.  "May I help you?"  His deep voice echoed the few feet away.  As Peter moved closer, his nostrils were filled with the combined scent of moist air and masculine musk.<br/><br/>"Umm...yeah, sure."  He noted the small shining name plate attached to the large desk which read 'Olympia Baths.'  "I'd like to go in the back, please..."<br/><br/>Eduardo stared at him for a moment with a practiced eye before speaking.  "First time customers must present a state or federally issued identification and fill out this form..."  He slid the mirrored clipboard with single paper attached over to the boy.  It was an application for membership, short and sweet, and after he filled it out, the man spoke again.<br/><br/>"Now if you'll give me your ID and pay the one time member fee of $1000, I'll let you through."  Eduardo said with the hint of a smile.<br/><br/>The man was surprised though not noticeably that the boy pulled out a credit card and slid it through the machine.  Having a rich father had its perks.  Peter gave the man a glance before walking toward the door even before the man had signaled that he might go back, but before he could go through, Eduardo said one last thing to him.<br/><br/>"Be careful, boy.  With an attitude like that in a place like this, you're going to be looking for trouble...and not the trouble you think."  Eduardo said with a malicious smile as he hit the locking mechanism for the door.<br/><br/>Peter could only roll his eyes before pulling the door open and heading back, his back flipped over his shoulder with only a change of clothes inside.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/6007/bernardovelascotheboy9.jpg)</div><br/>