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 white silk shorts. "I wish that thing would fly out so I could take a good look."

"He'll take them off … just be patient."

"He will? I've never seen him dance before."

"You've really missed something, dearie."

"Who does Claude live with?"

"No one … he's a lone queen …"

"He doesn't look like a queen."

"She's a manly thing … but queer as a snake."

Someone else screamed, "I can't stand this suspense any longer, Gilda …" His hand feeling his own quivering flesh. "Take those shorts off, before I do."

Claude moved and stood in front of Gaylord; his hips rotating and his hand swaying above his head; the bouncing in his shorts jumping up and down. With each bounce Gaylord just knew he would see what was bouncing behind the thin silk … The thought of Blake came again, stronger than ever … For a moment his heart beat wildly with anticipation. Then he shied from it … sank back into the sofa.

"Unfasten them …" whispered Claude to him.

"Me …"

"You … darling …"

In a trance, Gaylord obeyed. He didn't want to and yet … He reached out and unfastened them. His hands trembled, touching the warm damp skin. His heart beat furiously as he glided the silk down over the hips, the quivering thighs. An arm from behind tried to draw him back but it was not strong enough to pull him from the magic that held him. He wanted to free the legs from the flimsy material that kept them captive, kept them shaking instead of dancing. There! He let go and the silk fell to the floor. A strong arm drew him back to the divan and he went back willing. He stared at the naked body in front of him. It pivoted slowly on its toes, showing the full cheeks of its buttocks, curved back, then again the rising chest, panting stomach. It moved gracefully closer to him, closer the tensely drawn legs came, thighs quivering … straining.

Desire and fright both rose sharply in Gaylord.

Paul didn't wait any longer. He grabbed Gaylord and kissed him