The following story is a work of gay fiction. If the subject matter is offensive to you or you are too young, please exit now. This work is the property of the author and may not be reproduced without permission. John Tucker, JETjt@aol.com
SUPER JEFF
Chapter Four
JEFF'S POV
"Love at first sight?" Chris asked in surprise. "Uh.... Um..... Yes I guess so," he answered. "I don't know if it's real love though or just instant attraction, but .... Well, I've had it happen to me at least twice."
"Wow!" I said in amazement. "Who were they, if you don't mind me asking?"
"One was my friend that moved away, and well... the other is...just too embarrassing to tell you," he finished quickly
I laughed.
"You can tell me!" I insisted.
Chris shook his head. "You're the one guy I can't tell," he said with a look of being trapped.
"He can't have been that good looking!" I remarked.
"He's the cutest guy I know."
"Oh well, I don't want to put you on the spot. I just thought we trusted each other."
"I trust you more than you could imagine!" he responded. "It's just that it would be a bit much, right now."
"As I said, I'll not pressure you."
"Thanks. I'll tell you some day, just not today."
"Well, I'm getting tired," I said yawning. "I'll see you in the morning about 6:30. Do you want me to wake you, or will you set the alarm?"
"I'll do the alarm thing, thanks," he responded. "I don't want you to catch me with `morning wood'."
"Darn! I have no luck!" I said laughing.
"I'll be going now," he said standing. "I'll see you downstairs in the morning."
I stood too and held out my arms. "HUGs!" I demanded.
Chris smiled and came into my arms.
`I could get used to this,' I thought as I smiled my appreciation when he released me. I didn't tell him that though. I just smiled and said, "G'night."
I glanced at my watch as the iron gates swung open before us. `Ten minutes over my normal 5 mile time,' I noted as we trotted up the drive. Chris looked in agony as we slowed to a walk for the last 30 feet.
"You do this for fun?" he gasped. "You're a masochist!"
"You'll get used to it," I promised. "Tomorrow we'll cut it down to 4 miles. We need to work out in our gym and I don't want you to be too tired."
"Just throw dirt on me," Chris pleaded. "I'm dead."
"Just be glad we had those `walking' stretches. It at least gives you a chance to catch your breath."
"If you hadn't been there to goad me on, it would have been a one mile run and a four mile walk. I really thought it was over on that last couple of miles up the damned hill."
"I've got a surprise for you though," I said looking at small car pulling up to the gate.
I pushed the button on the gate opener and it again swung open. The yellow car pulled into the drive.
"Who's that?" Chris asked.
"It's your surprise," I said with a laugh. "I scheduled you for a massage. I knew you'd be beat. You won't believe how good it feels."
Chris' eyes practically popped out of his head as a really good looking guy stepped out of the small Honda, popped the rear hatch and pulled out his massage table, setting one end on the drive.
"Is one of you guys' name Chris?" He asked.
Chris raised his hand with a guilty look on his face.
"Hi, I'm Charlie," the handsome 22 year old said. "Where do we do the deed?"
"I'm Jeff," I said introducing myself. "I'm the one who called and made the arrangements. Follow me."
Charlie picked up his table, seemingly without effort, and followed me into the house. Chris stood there like he'd been struck by lightning, unable to move.
"Move your ass Chrissie," I boomed. "It's shower time."
Chris reluctantly followed us into the house, closing the front door behind him. I led the way down the entry hall, past the formal living and dining areas and into the huge informal family/great room. Crossing that room, I opened the French doors leading outside, waving my companions through the opening. Then again taking the lead, I circled the pool and headed for the pool house where the exercise room, pool showers, spa and sauna were located. Once we had entered the beautifully appointed `main room' I pointed the way to the exercise area down a hallway to the left. Both Chris and Charlie were agog as they stepped into the large exercise room. Every device found in the best equipped gyms stood gleaming before them. One wall was glass, looking out over the ocean. All the others were covered floor-to-ceiling with mirrors.
"Wow!" Chris said in amazement. "No wonder you have such a great body! .....uh.... uh.... Did I just say that?" he said blushing.
"I agree with you Chris," Charlie chimed in.
"Thanks guys," I said. "Just remember one thing Chris," I added. "All the gadgets are neat, but if you don't use them it's all a waste."
"How come we're running all those damned miles on the road if you have a treadmill?" Chris asked.
"The scenery," I answered with a grin. "You meet the most interesting people on a run."
Chris knew what I was alluding to and bit his lip, rather than answering with a glib remark.
"Let's go to the `wet room'," I suggested. "You can set up back there somewhere Charlie."
Leaving the exercise room we passed though a large door and entered a room whose walls, floors and ceiling were covered with beautiful ceramic tile. In the large room was patio furniture arranged in the main area with a bar along one long wall, and at one end a glass wall looking out toward the pool. On the opposite wall the whirlpool spa sat in a glass niche overlooking the ocean. Passing by the spa I headed for an opening that went into the dressing area, a lengthy room with benches and lockers along one of the long walls and two openings on the other. One led into a four-head shower room, another into an alcove that contained on one side a sauna, on the other a steam room and in between the plunge pool.
"Man!" Charlie said in amazement. "This place has everything! Where you want me to set up?"
"Here in the locker room would be fine," I said. "That way you can use all the features close at hand if you want to." Stepping to a small closet doorway, I reached in and extracted a stack of soft white towels. "Here are towels for your use. Just dump them in the bin over there when you're done with them. Chris? Why don't you shower while Charlie is getting ready? I'll be back after while and bring your clothes."
Chris, anticipating the shower, had already taken off his shirt, shoes and socks. With my words he stepped out of his shorts and removed his jock, turning his back on Charlie and me.
"You're not staying?" Chris asked as he twisted his neck to look at me. .
"Nope" I said pointing at Charlie. "This bud's for you.... Enjoy."
With that, I snatched up his clothing, turned and left the building. Hurrying to the house, I tore to my room, pulling off my clothes, and tossing them, along with Chris' into the hamper before jumping in the shower. Making short work of the job of getting clean, I stepped out of the shower, and toweled myself off before striding naked into my room. Sitting down at my computer, I turned it on, and after waiting while it loaded its programs, clicked on the security icon. Choosing the camera cluster in the pool house, I chose the camera that covered the locker room. In the center of the room outside the shower, I saw Charlie naked, a towel over one arm waiting for Chris. I reached down and stroked my penis that was pointing at the ceiling.
CHRIS' POV
My mind was racing as I stood under the large showerhead, letting the soothing hot water run over my tired body. What had I gotten myself into?' I wondered. First SJ runs my ass all over town leaving me weak and exhausted, then this super-cute guy arrives to give me a massage! Now here I am trapped, naked and without any clothes. I can't just run out naked, leaving Charlie standing there. I'm sure Jeff meant well, but I wish he'd have asked. Hmmm. I wonder if he had, what would I have answered? I mean the thought of the hunk outside the shower room even touching me made my dick hard. I gotta stop thinking of him,' I reasoned, looking at my swelling dick. `I'll be okay if I don't spring a woody. Let's see, I'll think about golf. That's one thing that leaves my penis limp.'
I laughed at what SJ would think of that comment!
I've been in here for about 10 minutes,' I thought to myself. I'd better make a showing and get this over with.'
Giving myself one final rinse, I grabbed the handles shutting off the water. As I turned to the doorway opening, I saw Charlie standing there holding my towel. He was as naked as me! My dick pulsed with blood and before I could reach for the towel, it was stiff as a board. Blushing, I grabbed the towel and dropping one end down over my crotch region, I toweled my face, hair and neck with the other end.
"Nice equipment," Charlie commented.
"Uh,.... Thanks," I stammered.
"Don't worry about the wood," he added. "Happens all the time. See, you even have me half-hard and I see naked guys all the time."
I couldn't resist looking, noting Charlie's shaft sticking straight out.
"Umm..... nice equipment on you too," I mumbled in embarrassment.
"Thanks. I've never had any complaints. Once you've dried off, just lie down on the massage table, face-down."
Thank God for something," I thought. At least he won't be looking at my hard dick.'
Quickly drying off, I climbed onto the towel covering of the massage table and lay-face down. There was a slight depression running down the center of the padding allowing me to lay flat without squashing the hell out of my swollen member.
"Just relax Chris," Charlie advised. "Have you had a massage before?"
"Uh, no," I admitted.
"You'll enjoy it," he promised. "Don't worry about me. Just think of me as a pair of hands."
`Fat chance,' I thought as he moved near my head, his half-hard dick only inches from my drooling mouth. My dick pulsed as I involuntarily humped my hips into the padding.
"We'll start with your head and neck," Charlie said as if conducting a guided tour while his gentle but strong hands touched my body.
I turned into shimmying Jell-O as he told me what he was doing, then used his skill and training to soothe my aching body. Over the next half-hour I was in heaven as his lotioned hands explored every nook and cranny of my frame and limbs. My back, legs and arms had never felt better. All the knots and tensions were gone from my body. Only one thing remained hard as he progressed. The occasional glimpses of his athletic body and sexual equipment, as well as his strong hands guaranteed that no relief was in sight.
"Turn over on your back," he said as he finished my back.
"Uh, no..... I .... I think that my back was enough. I feel wonderful."
"Turn over!" Charlie ordered. "You think I haven't seen or touched a hard dick before?
Blushing that he had hit the nail on the head, I rolled over, my 7-inch dick stabbing up and out into the air.
"Like I said, `nice dick'," he said with a wink as he started on my feet, then worked his way up one leg, then repeated his ministrations on the other.
Skipping my mid section, he began to work on my arms, then my chest. As he worked my small, almost nonexistent pecs while standing above my head, I could feel his hard dick next to my left ear. My cock took a jump, then another as I realized what was there beside my head. Moving back to my side he rubbed and pushed at my stomach as he worked his way down my midsection. As he moved lower his hand grazed my throbbing organ. He seemed not to notice. I sure as hell did!
Pausing, he applied more lotion to his hands. He then placed them gently on my shaft and balls. I jumped with a start. My already hard dick was at once in ecstasy! My hips started to buck and writhe as his hands enveloped the only piece of my body that now occupied my mind. As he gently caressed my love organ, my thoughts were maddened, as all I desired was to explode into oblivion.
"Oh yeah, make me cum!" I groaned loudly through clenched teeth.
His hand tightened and began to pump my shaft at an ever-increasing pace.
I lost all reason as my entire being was centered on the feelings shooting through my body. My cock became rock-hard and my muscles tensed as my back rose off the table.
"Aaahhh! ....AAAHHHH!....AAAAHHHHH," escaped from my mouth again and again as my cock spewed forth its life producing nectar.
At last, spent, I collapsed on the table, a still, limp form drained of all tension.
Charlie wiped his hands on a towel, then bent over me placing his lips on mine, kissing me gently before rising up and looking into my eyes.
"I hope you feel better now," he said smiling.
"You're wonderful!" was all I could manage.
"Let's sit in the sauna for a few minutes, then take a plunge."
"I'll follow you anywhere," I promised dreamily.
Charlie laughed.
"Be careful what you wish for," he advised as he helped me off the table.
Grabbing two towels he wrapped his free arm around me and walked me to the door leading to the sauna. The dry heat hit us like a blast furnace as we entered and sat down on our towels over the wooden bench slats. In mere seconds, I was sweating profusely. I closed my eyes and the heat soaked into my now relaxed muscles. It seemed that only a minute or two had passed when Charlie announced that it was time for our plunge. In a daze I took his offered hand and left the small room. He led me to the plunge pool and ordered me to jump in. The steam poured from my heated body as I stepped over the edge.
"Damn!!! Shit!!! IT'S COLD!!!" I screamed as my pores slammed shut.
Charlie laughed as he jumped in beside me.
"I want out!" I shouted as my overheated condition quickly changed to a chill.
"Okay, everybody out," Charlie said as he leapt out of the frosty fridgidarium. Reaching down for my hand, he hauled my freezing ass from the water, standing me up next to him. My normal 4 ½ - inch limp dick seemed barely visible. Charlie's was in like condition.
"Everyone in the shower!" Charlie commanded as he pulled my hand and quickly had me running around the corner and into the shower room. Quickly turning the knobs and adjusting the shower temperature, Charlie pulled me under the spray wrapping his arms around me. We kissed again."
"Thank you," he said softy as we kissed. He again pulled away; turning on another shower, then grabbed the soap and began working up a lather that highlighted his gorgeous torso.
I stood dumbfounded, thunderstruck at all that had transpired in the last hour.
"Ya better scrub up," Charlie instructed. "Jeff should be back soon."
"Jeff....oh yeah..... Jeff." I said trying to clear my mind. I grabbed the soap and began scrubbing my body, quickly finishing with the wash. I next took shampoo and applied some to my hands, rubbing it into my hair until a foamy cap covered my head. Rinsing off, I watched as the white suds swirled down the drain. My skin felt squeaky clean without being dried out. I stepped from the room, not having noticed that Charlie had preceded me. Grabbing a towel I dried myself off and as I did so I noticed that Charlie had already dressed and was talking to Jeff, who had returned with clothing for me.
"How was it Buddy?" Jeff asked with a smile.
"Unbelievable is the only word!" I exclaimed. "Charlie is out of this world! Can we keep him?"
Both guys laughed.
"Maybe you'll invite me back sometime," Charlie suggested.
"I wish you wouldn't leave," I entreated. "I feel bad because I didn't make you cum too."
I blushed as I realized I had just told SJ what we had done.
"Life's a bitch, my young friend," Charlie said with a wink. "Besides, my boyfriend would get jealous if I came home drained of the protein he needs for happiness."
"You've got a boyfriend? You're gay?"
"In every way," Charlie replied. "Besides, with Jeff here, you sure don't need me."
"I... uh... I..."
Jeff and Charlie roared with laughter at my confused state.
"Well, I've got to go," Charlie announced.
"I'll show you out," SJ offered.
"Thanks Jeff. Bye Chris. I really enjoyed our session."
"Me too," I answered. "You'll never know how much. Thanks."
With a wave, Charlie followed Jeff out of the locker room, headed back for the main house. I quickly put on my underwear and shorts and rushed to the door to see the two guys walking side-by-side across the pool deck. I noticed Jeff reaching into his back pocket and extracting his wallet, removing several bills and handing them to Charlie, who smiled as they disappeared into the house.
It was for money!' The thought burned in my mind. Shaking my head I chided myself for being so stupid. Of course it was for money, ya dummy!' What was I thinking? Great looking hunks don't go around giving far-out massages and jacking off teens just for fun.' I felt a bit let down, yet reason prevailed and I accepted the world's reality as I returned to the locker room to finish dressing.
JEFF's POV
`That was quite a show,' I thought as I gave a final wave to Charlie while his small car passed through the gate and turned onto the street.
Pressing the button on the gate opener, the large iron gates again swung shut as I turned to go back into the house. Returning to the family room, I saw Chris leaving the pool building and approaching. I stepped over to a sofa and sat down. Chris entered the room and walked over to where I was sitting.
"Why did you do that?" he asked.
I wasn't sure if he asked that happy because I had or angry.
"Didn't you enjoy it?" I answered a question with a question.
"You know I did, but I wish you had told me in advance what you were planning."
"Would you have agreed to it?" I asked.
"Probably not," he admitted, "but it would have been the right thing to do."
"I knew you'd be tired and your muscles would be aching. I thought it would be a treat. I'll bet you didn't think about how much you were hurting, once."
"You're right about that!" he agreed. "God! Charlie was incredible!"
"Yeah, he's a great guy, and super-cute too. Too bad he's got a boyfriend."
"How do you know him?" Chris asked.
"Uh... I don't know if I should tell you this, but he once dated my sister."
"What! He dated your sister? You have a sister?"
"Yeah, her name is Amanda, but we call her Mandy and she's in the east for the summer acting in a repertory theater. She does that when she's not attending college. I'm sure you'll meet her before the summer's over."
"Okay, I understand about her," Chris said, "but Charlie has a boyfriend!"
"Yep, he does. I was more surprised than you when I found out. I was browsing on the Internet and saw his ad. I about fell over. One time when my parents were out of town, I had him over to give me a massage. I think he about fell over when he got to the house and realized who I was. He came in anyway and we talked. He admitted to being gay, but felt that it would hamper his acceptance at school if he was out, so he pretended to be straight and dated girls to keep people from thinking that he was gay. He was careful though to not lead girls on, since he really didn't want to get involved. I don't think he went on more than three dates with my sister. She liked him, but then she likes all men."
"Another surprise! You had Charlie over before?" Chris asked.
"Yes, but I asked him this time to act like we'd never met."
"Why?"
"Because I knew I'd get the `third-degree' like I'm getting now," I responded.
"Oh," Chris said sheepishly.
"Don't worry about it," I continued. "Are you ready for some breakfast?"
"Breakfast? Yeah, I'm starving. By the way, where's Frank? I'd have died of embarrassment if he'd caught me with Charlie."
"Frank's off today, as is Jenny our maid. The `rents are gone for the day too. I knew it all yesterday or I wouldn't have had Charlie over."
"That's a relief!"
"With Frank it doesn't' matter. He has his own partner, and knows I'm gay too. Jenny is a different matter. She has one of the two apartments over the garage and lives there with her boyfriend. She doesn't come in the house on her day off though, so I wasn't worried."
"Frank's gay?"
"Rainbow colored," I replied. "He and his partner Paul are great guys. We get along well. When the `rents go to Europe, you and I will have them over for dinner."
"That would be fun," Chris agreed. "If Frank's off, who's going to fix breakfast?"
"We're going out, silly. There's an IHOP only a couple or three miles away," I responded. "Then it's off to the Club for your second golf lesson."
"God! More exercise!" Chris lamented.
"Heh, heh," I laughed. "Wait until tomorrow. We're going to be working out in the exercise room after a short rest from our run."
"I can't wait," Chris said tongue-in-cheek.
"I'll bet," I replied with a wink. "Let's hit the road."
CHRIS' POV
Breakfast was sure good. All that running had me starving and the delay of the , massage had my stomach chewing on my backbone. I love IHOP. Of course eating out anywhere is a special treat for me. We almost never ate out when I was at home. Hell, I'd only had two Big Mac's in my entire life! We just never had the money for that luxury. Anyway, the breakfast was wonderful! I had two eggs, bacon, toast, potatoes, and two pancakes, along with orange juice, milk and coffee. I was stuffed by the time I got done. SJ had a Belgian waffle, smothered with blueberries. I had no idea what a Belgian waffle even was. At home we never had waffles, Belgian or any other kind. Usually we just had cereal. Occasionally we'd have oatmeal, or once in a while, pancakes. It was all I knew how to fix. I wonder who's cooking now. Even though the other kids kept the house up, I did the cooking half the time. My mom cooked dinner only, and that was only when she wasn't too far along in one of her pregnancies or had a new baby at home. Yikes! I can ramble on about nothing!
After breakfast, Jeff drove us to the club where I had my second golf lesson. It was not as discouraging as the first one, even though I was far from good. At least I hit the ball most of the time, even if it just rolled off the practice tee. Chris was nearby hitting balls. When I got a minute I watched him. He is awesome! When he hits the ball with his driver it just disappears from sight. I'll never be that good if I live to be a hundred.
When the lesson was done, Jeff insisted that we hit more balls. We were there an hour more and a guy that worked at the club kept bringing out balls if my stack became low. Chris noticed that my hands were getting sore and gave me a glove to wear. It seemed strange because you only wear a golf glove on one hand. It helped though. I had a couple of very red spots on my hand when we finished, even with the glove. I hoped they wouldn't turn into blisters.
After finishing with the practice, Jeff had another surprise for me. We went shopping again! I about fell over when we went to the Dell store to look at computers. It's a good thing that he knows what he's doing. He decided that we should order one over the Internet so we could customize it to our (his) liking. After about a half-hour there we again got in his car and went to the Mall where he got me an IPOD and a cellular telephone. Now I'll have music whenever and wherever I want and can keep in touch wherever I am. After going there we went home and got on his computer and called up the Dell site. 30 minutes later we were done. It would take about three weeks for the computer to arrive but at last I had my own on its way. I was so excited that I didn't quite know what to do.
We ran out again for a quick lunch, then returned home where Jeff spent an hour practicing the piano. Before he started he took me into his room and got me on the internet. At first I was lost, not being familiar with his provider, but with a little guidance I began surfing the web using Google to explore. Of course I found a bunch of gay sites, but the one that interested me most was Nifty, probably the largest site for gay writers. It seems that I only got started when Jeff returned. I stopped reading reluctantly, which Jeff must have realized because he invited me to use his computer whenever we weren't doing something. He then asked if it would be all right if he went somewhere alone, saying that I could continue to use his computer while he was gone. Realizing how I had monopolized Jeff's time since the moment I met him, I immediately agreed.
"Jeff, you don't have to entertain me," I offered. "It's more than enough that you've given me a place to stay. I'm eternally grateful, but I don't want you to give up anything you had before for me."
Jeff smiled at me before replying.
"Chris, you're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. I've enjoyed every minute with you, and plan on enjoying a lot more. I think that we would agree though, that we each deserve a little space now and then to do whatever we want. I know that I want, and I'm sure that mom and dad do too, for you to feel free here. This house is now yours too. You don't need permission to raid the refrigerator, to take a swim, or even to go wherever you want. You know when dinner is and it's polite to let Frank know if you're going to be gone for a meal, but you are not required to be here if you have other plans. Just let someone know. You're afraid that you're taking too much of my time. I can assure you that it's not so. It's the other way around. I need to give you some space to breathe."
"Thanks Jeff. I must admit that you've had me in a whirl since we met in the park. It seems like it's been non-stop. Don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed it thoroughly, but you're right. A little time to catch my breath is appreciated."
"Good! I'll be back in an hour or two," he said. "Feel free to do what you want. I'm sure Dad will want to talk to you at dinner," he added, "so plan on being around then, unless you have something very important to do otherwise."
"I'll be here. Come back whenever you want. I've nowhere I need or want to go, so I'll be here, probably reading on your computer."
When Jeff left I was going to go back to reading, but instead just pushed the chair away from the keyboard and sat thinking. The room was still with just the sound of the computer tower making a slight whirring sound. I looked around the room. This was Jeff's room, it suddenly occurred to me. I thought back to my impression of him before our meeting in the park. Before that meeting I was in awe of him. He was handsome, rich, popular and had everything I wanted and wanted to be. Now that I knew him, I knew he was a lot more. He was a good and caring guy, a real guy, not the icon I had imagined. The realization of my fantasy of being with the guy Jeff Richards, was so different than I had imagined. In my dreams I imagined that we'd have wild sex where he would dominate me with his power and will. In reality, he was so much more genuine than I'd imagined, that it seemed like a different guy. Second, he's not made any overture of anything sexual, even though he admitted to being gay. I wondered if he didn't find me at all attractive, or if he just felt that I was a brother. I didn't know. I did know though, that I was more than attracted to him. Even when Charlie brought me to the heights of ejaculation, the thought of Jeff had raced through my mind. I was afraid I was falling in love, and the fear of what that kind of relationship could mean to my tenuous welcome in his house filled my mind. Here I had everything I dreamed of; including the man of my dreams, but the thought of losing all I had gained made me afraid to be honest with Jeff about how I felt about him. I decided to continue to play the cautious route and just let the chips fall where they may. I wouldn't initiate anything with Jeff. I'd just play wait-and-see. One thing I was sure of though: his friends were right when they named him Super Jeff.
I continued my thinking, going over all that had happened during the morning. Jeff was full of information, and even more full of surprises. It seems that I was caught flat-footed at every turn. All the stuff about Charlie, about SJ having a sister, and about Charlie dating her had blown my puny mind! Even more surprising was Jeff admitting to have had Charlie over before. I wondered what else Jeff hadn't told me.
I turned back to the computer and picked up on a story I'd found on Nifty there. It was a story called Ron and Bryan. It was an interesting story even though it was about guys, the youngest of whom was Charlie's age, not mine. Hmmm, maybe I had some things to look forward to. One of the main characters was a guy by the name of Ron Turner who had lots of money. There was some hot sex in the first chapters, but the story line grabbed me. Maybe the story would give me some insight as to how guys with money think. I just hoped that it wouldn't be non-stop sex, because even though I liked sex in a story, it reminded me that I didn't have a boyfriend, although I hoped that my relationship with SJ would eventually head in that direction.
Going back, I finished through chapter five before deciding to take a break. Accidentally pressing the X' in the screen's upper right-hand corner, I was out of Nifty and back on AOL. I clicked off the ISP, going back to Jeff's main screen on windows. I wanted to see what programs he had, even though I knew that I wouldn't know what half of them might be. Glancing at the icons displayed there I ran the pointer over them. Little lines of explanations would appear if the pointer remained there for more than an instant. I saw one that looked like a lock. I moved the pointer to it and the little message line said, household security'. Hmmm' I thought, maybe this is something I should know about. I mean I'd hate to set off any alarms, especially if I were here alone.' Surely the family would have told me if there might be a problem, but I should check.
Clicking on the icon, I saw a menu. There was a list of subjects. I pressed the one that said cameras' and up popped a screen showing various locations around the property and several around the house. Then it caught my eye. Pool house' it read. I highlighted the line by moving the cursor to it and pressed it. The screen showed a picture through the last camera chosen. On the screen appeared a picture of the locker room.