“What took so long?”
“It’s quite the distance from my flat. I didn’t think it was that far. I guessed wrong about the miles and time. Shame on me.”
Wolf sees that Tin is out of breath. His chest heaves and sweat rolls down and over his forehead and cheeks. His white T-shirt is drenched. Feeling bad, he tells him, “We can schedule somewhere closer to your place next time. I also didn’t realize it was that far.”
“Thanks,” Tin says, steps up to Wolf, reaches for his belt and chinos-covered d**k…begins to seduce Wolf, just as the many times before when they meet like this in such strange settings for sale.
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August 12. Friday evening. Almost eight o’clock. A hot and sticky night. Like a Van Gough painting: swirls of thick reds and orange and yellows with tints of deep blue. The air
