had left, but knew not how he would react. Unknowingly, he licked his lips, as if searching for remnant of the boys sweet taste, and a hand drifted downwards to press upon the growing hardness arising in his crotch. Luckily, enveloped in memory and fantasy as he was, his acute hearing remained, and he straightened up in the chair as he heard Benjamin approach. There was a knock at the door, and, at Camorra's command, Benjamin entered. He bowed awkwardly, and stammered, "Good