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The youth pouts and you're almost tempted to change your mind.


''The Queen needs me.''  You think and toss back the cheap gin.  It burns going down but you bear it like a man. 


You expected the youth to have given up by now but he's still watching you, thumb brushing against his plump lip.  You think about how red his mouth would look around your Arbor Vitae, how you could thrust into him...




[[...Bugger this, the Queen can wait.  You take his hand pull him towards the back of the pub. ]]

[[...No!  You're stronger than this.  With a final nod of acknowledgement to the youth, you head for the door alone.]]

[[...You're busy now but tomorrow is another day.  You hand him a card with the address of a private room you like to use on occasion.  "Tomorrow, 10pm," you say and walk away.]]

[[Category: Erotic Adventures of a Gentleman Spy]]