Chapter 4
Brenton and I become inseparable. I thoroughly enjoy his company and it’s obvious he enjoys mine. For two weeks we’ve haunted The Moulin Rouge and that little club, Le Cul Noir, with the red and gold front room, and the dark and lusty back room. He takes me to the Louvre again and out to Versailles to see the palace. What a spectacle of glamour and history that is.
“I have a surprise for you,” says Brenton early one morning.
I struggle to open my eyes. I roll over in bed and expose my morning erection.
Brenton smiles when he sees it.
“I’ll take care of that later,” he says. “Now, come on lazybones. I’ve hired a motor car. We’re going to the country.”
I rub my eyes and wonder if this isn’t part of a dream I’m having.
“The country,” I say before yawning.
“Now, that’s a mout
