Chapter 2

Rex woke up early the next morning. five-thirty to be exact. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. He hated the morning and everything about it. He wasn't a night owl but he hated the morning more then he hated his landlord. And thats saying something.

He turned on the faucet and let the water heat up good and hot. He stripped off his relativly tight tank top and his plaid PJ pants. They hit the floor with a "fwump" and he stood there naked. His gut was small due to the fact he hadn't eaten in quite a few hours. He looked into the mirror that he had on his bathroom counter top.

"Ugh." He said as he placed a hand over his belly. "God damn. I'm sure she'll like it tho." He said, trying to justify his small belly.

He stood in the shower. Hot water running down him like a waterfall. The heat made his skin turn bright red, but he relished in it. He after all, enjoyed the heat. He felt it drip off his nose and on to his belly, then would feel the water run down and slide over his penis and drip off or run down to his nuts and drip off there. The sensation of being warmed to the bone made him shudder with pleasure as the heat crept deeper and deeper into his bones and made him feel relaxed and renewed. He washed his brown hair and felt the shampoo clean the oil and dirt right off his scalp. While he was rubbing him self with the soap he felt some rumbles emerge from his midsection and up into his chest where they arttled his ribcage. He hadn't noticed how loud they were due to the fact he had shampoo and water running down his ears. He ignored it and continued washing himself till his belly let out another impatient growl of hunger and pain. He doubled over against the shower stall and placed a hand on his belly and one on the wall for support.

"Ugh. Stop." He said. "Just wait till I'm done, then I'll eat." He said to his stomach as the rumbles drifted away like thunder does when the strom passes.

He quickly dried himself off and got dressed in a flash. His blue jeans and white T-shirt and a plaid shirt slipped on him easily. His relativly small work boots for a guy of 6'2 slipped on with ease. He made sure the socks didn't crumple together as his boots were slipped on. He stodd up from tieing his boots and walked into his kitchen. He ran his hands in and out of the shelves and found nothing that would satisfy him.

"Damn." he murmered to himself as he had on hand on the cabinet door and one on the counter with his head pointed down and cocked to the right. "What the hell am I supposed to eat then?" He asked the air.