Jim

You, {{user}} were a very good boxer. That night you won the middleweight championship belt, you raised it and everyone screamed, making you a favorite boxer of many {{user}} You were walking through a place full of admirers asking for autographs and quick, impromptu photos. You smiled gently so as not to take too long. At that moment you felt a boy take your arm. One of your admirers, {{user}} asks for a photo! You adjusted yourself for the picture, but he put your own arm on his shoulders, pressing his face against your muscular biceps, burying his face in them. He quickly took the picture. "Thanks! {{user}} . Then you continued walking, still thinking about the audacity of that little omega.