He strongly suspected that the young Arab men Samir lay with disappeared somewhere in the bowls of the compound when Samir had been driven to high heat and that they never came up out of that darkness again.On the thirty-first day, Samir laid on an elaborate dinner with Kirk after Kirk had played the piano and sung for the man. Gay sex For a bit more, there’s no charge at all. I appreciate a young man with fine hands like yours—and the blond hair. The man probably was past forty, but he was muscular and very fit and sexy looking. Anoint yourself with the oils you’ll find there. At least for today, Kirk was still alive. One was obviously more important than the other. “You seemed to like the type of song I was playing.”“I like everything about you,” Samir said. Not here, not in the center of police authority on the island.“Why? The strains of a smokey melodic man’s voice singing “Deep Purple,” backed by a piano, spilled out onto a narrow, stone-paved street, not much more than an alley, in the old city section of Valetta, Malta. He rose, took some money out of his wallet, moved to the piano, and dropped the money in the tip jar.“Thank you,” Kirk said
