A Reflection on Temptation by Charles Stefan watched through hooded eyes as Matt changed. The young man was temptation, personified. Matt ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair and rummaged through his locker. He ran a towel over his chest and pulled a shirt on over his head. Stefan shifted his gaze to the jockstrap that Matt wore. The thin cotton was nicely rounded, and revealed much while also keeping certain things a mystery. Stefan found himself ruminating on temptation until Matt interrupted his reverie with a hand on his shoulder. "Congrats again. See you tomorrow." Stefan nodded and watched Matt leave. Temptation could be found anywhere. It was all a matter of giving in.