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 long on the lips. A dark shadow blacked out the approaching artful figure and Gaylord was glad. He closed his eyes but it was still there. There in his mind, the naked body came closer and closer.

"Gay," whispered Paul … "you don't mind … do you."

Gaylord opened his eyes slightly … Paul was there in a blur. "No …" he said softly … "no … Paul."

The music stopped as suddenly as it had started. Claude ran from the room.

Cleo sucked in his breath appreciatively as Claude's naked torso ran past him … his words were mumbled when he said, "Honey, you're marvelous … can I help you do anything."

"You stay right where you are, whore," laughed Gene. He began to light the candles … Looked at Paul and Gaylord, who were still in each other's arms. "My God … Get those two … want to rent the bedroom?" he giggled. "Or you can have it for nothing if you let me watch."

Paul grinned and straightened up. Answered with a sheepish grin … "Do we need those lights?" He turned to Gaylord. "I don't think we do, do you, Gay?" Gaylord shook his head and a smile filled his face. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing back the waves.

Claude yelled for his clothes and Gene took them to him. It wasn't too long before both he and Gene came back into the room.

"Guess I'm not his type," snickered Gene.

"Darling, you were wonderful," a boy said as Claude passed. "You got me so hot, I feel sorry for my husband tonight."

"Thanks," said Claude. He came up to Gaylord and again dropped to the pillow. Looking up at him, asked, "What do you think … was I too awful?"

"I think you were wonderful too," Gaylord answered. He couldn't resist the temptation in stroking the cheek.

Claude smiled back at him triumphantly and caught the hand on his cheek … "Just as long as you think so."

Paul just sat there.

"From the gleam in that kid's eyes, I'm afraid Paul's going to sleep by himself," someone whispered to Cleo.