Benjamin stumbled out of the bar, holding on to the doorframe for support. He staggered a few more feet and steadied himself on the pole of a street lamp. He wondered what the Sterns would do if they saw him. Probably send him away for good.
A young girl in a miniskirt flitted her way toward him, swinging her hips and puckering her red painted lips. An unwelcome sense of desire stirred up in Benjamin, and he craned his neck to get a better view as she departed. She turned around once with a questioning look on her face. Benjamin smiled shyly and glanced away. He thought about the Secret Seminary students who left the Sterns’ house two weeks ago. They certainly wouldn’t give in to such base temptations. And what about his employer? Mr. Stern would never let a young tart in a short skirt tu
