Did you look at the tag. Gay porn I recognized the name immediately. I hoped that my frustration and dissatisfaction wouldn’t spill over into the evening. I might have resisted, but the women weren’t there. His trousers, as I had noticed earlier, were tight and black and almost could be said to be dancer’s tights. Also on the table were a few photographs in small frames. He tied my wrists together with the vermillion scarf, tying off the other end on a sturdy leg of a mahogany library table. Not Marlee, of course, but this would be one that she would take for auction. She’d been looking over my drawings, saying she needed some for a special Christie’s auction, and I’d seen her hesitate over them, not immediately picking any. I looked at my watch. She was older than I was, perhaps as much as ten years, but we never did pin that down. It was the same excuse I’d given twenty years earlier when I had fumble fucked Marlee, so she should be able to accept it.
