For a long time he slept without dreaming, but eventually he became aware of shapes moving at the perimeter of his consciousness. Although they were formless, he could not mistake their presence. When finally the dream did materialise, he found himself travelling down a dusty track. There was nothing but the bush on either side of him and the hot Australian sun overhead. He was riding in an old-fashioned gypsy caravan, sitting up front with the driver while the mare in front plodded along.
The man beside him was muscular in the way that superheroes are muscular. He was shirtless and his n*****s were long and thick, sticking out a good centimetre or two from each pectoral muscle. Just glancing at them sent a shiver of delight along Nathan’s spine. The strange thing was his position beside
