The others throw down their cards in disgust."You know gentlemen; a good host never disappoints his guests. Why don't you join me?" You stand, but the...y remain seated. He couldn't possibly be serious is the silent thought in their heads. But you wait and say, "well, if you'd rather not..." and make a move to sit down. They clamber to their feet and you all walk single file across the room.You knock on the door, but there is no answer. You open the door and look around. The room is empty. You. "Of course. Don't you?" "Well, yes. I just thought that someone like you...you know." "Someone like me. A prostitute." Albert looked as his penis. It was still shrinking but slowly. It lolled against his firm pelvis, nearly toughing his belly button. It would have been a shame to not make money off of it. "You are gay though, right?" "I don't like labels. I like to fuck men and women. Some more than others at different times." "So you're a bisexual?" "Why are these labels so important to you?. I spluttered as I told them about seeing their partners in underwear, they laughed at me and told me that was normal at these functions. We sat down to eat on the patio next to the pool, the women still in their underwear, my mind wasn’t on the food, I cant say that I was in any position to rate Derek as a chef. My eyes, now hidden by sunglasses, wandered lustfully over the women. Beneath the table, hidden in my shorts, my cock was rock hard. Next to me, Jossi had her hand on my leg and. She would address me only with the single word “Boy” and look at me with her hand-held glass that made her eye look much larger than it actually was in reality.Yes, even with the brisk winter wind and the crowded platform, it was a relief to be out of the atmosphere of decay that had surrounded me at 444 Prefontaine Place. I wondered what life would be like there after the servants went on to their reward in another space and time. I expect I would wander the halls like some ghost of Christmas.