<div align="center">(http://oi65.tinypic.com/t71w5k.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name: Lucius Tamaros<br/>Age: 31<br/>Orientation: Bi<br/>Placement: Professor of Music, band and choir leader<br/>Tag: Ebony, open for now</strong></div><br/>Sweat poured down Lucius' body as he pounded away at the punching bag. His movements were methodical and calculated, no energy wasted on his strikes. He moved smoothly, delivering a flurry of four strikes that would have put down a full-grown man if they'd hit a person. His dark eyes sharpened as he relaxed from it, then went to the weight lifting equipment. He'd worked on his lower body and striking, worked on his obliques and abs, now it was time to lift and work on his back, shoulders, and arms. First, barbells.<br/><br/>He set his towel neatly across the lifting seat and picked up the 40-lb. barbells, then got into place. Ensuring that his posture was correct, he began to lift outward from his sides, beginning at the thighs and lifting in a butterfly formation, his chest, back, shoulders and arms tightening and rippling with the movement. He was trying to work on five reps of twenty-five, and although he was pretty sure he wouldn't make it, he'd keep trying until he did. As he worked, he let his mind wander to other things, tuning out the pain that was beginning to work in his body.<br/><br/>He really was hoping for a better showing of students than what he'd had so far, but he was still hopeful that he'd have some talent show up. He was really hoping for a good violinist or at least someone who'd want to learn to play, and he still needed a drummer and a a few more in the brass section. He was also needing a good tenor or two, as well as a really, really good baritone...<br/><br/>The tittering of giggles brought him out of his reverie, and he noticed the gaggle of girls on the other side of the window that were staring and whispering amongst themselves. There were also a couple of guys that were looking. Completely unashamed, he smiled at all of them, that lopsided smile that had broken many hearts in the old schools he used to attend. He was trying not to get involved with students if he could, but goddamn, what was a man supposed to do? All these girls were beautiful, the men equally so, and every single one of them knew how to work what they had.<em>Well, as a song had once said, hold the head steady, I'll milk the cow,</em>he thought. Trying to behave himself, he turned back to the workout at hand, then put the barbells down. He'd lost count, and if he were completely honest with himself, his lusts were driving him to distraction.<br/><br/>He moved to the lift machine and placed the weights to a few hundred pounds, then lay down on the seat that was designed to keep his back straight. Sighing, he wiped his hands and then rolled his towel up, placing it near the base of his back - better, he thought. Now he wouldn't be as apt to hurt his back. He popped in his earbuds and cranked the volume, then placed his hands on the lift points, took a deep breath, and was soon working up a sweat again. The burn in his muscles just simply wasn't burning away his desires.<em>I've got to get some relief, and soon.</em>he mused to himself.