Does Jonah know?

You may wonder whether Jonah knows we built all this. That is the easy part. The men in this house meet him and even if they still have clothes on, they feel bare inside. Hiding anything from Jonah is a sin here.

He did not treat us like pitiful muscle boys for sinking that low. He let us collect the sweat from his armpits—another thing that wrecked half the room that day; men could not stop touching—and a few jars of his semen. He said he was curious whether we could actually turn all of it into something.

With his approval we stopped hiding. We got serious. Word is the product line is almost here: electrolyte drinks, bathing salts, milk, yogurt, and spices that make boiled chicken breast actually taste like something—maybe the biggest contribution gym rats have made to kitchen history this century.