Pan woke up alone the following morning. He also woke up with an erection. He kicked the single silk sheet off and let it slide to the floor as he laid in bed still half in dreams. He tensed the muscles in his legs then relaxed them, the activity prompting a yawn. He reached down and scratched his neatly trimmed pubic bush and focused on the birdsong filtering in from outside.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
The voice wasn’t immediately familiar, but then Pan turned and saw Athor by the bedroom door. A small frown appeared on his brow.
“Good morning, Athor,” he said, sitting up a little on his elbows. “What are you doing in here?”
Athor continued to hover by the door. “I’m sorry, sir. I got a bit lost and when I saw you, just waking up…” Athor nodded at Pan’s erection. “…I wondered if I could be of
