'I have to do something, but what?' Izzag's mind screamed. 'Might be able to put The Boss off with some glowing progress report, but you can bet he'd ...ant an apology for not delivering instantly.' His mind shied away from the form that 'Apology' would take while glancing lovingly at his barbed tail. 'The Yakuza were such wussies. Losing a little finger was a piece of cake.'His mind screamed at him once again, 'Think of something ... you idiot!'Saturday 1:45 A. M. Around the Environs of Angelo's. The model’s foreskin covered his flaccid penis. Patrick slid his hands into his pants to rub the crown of his own cut cock. He wondered what it would be like to feel the other man’s turtle neck. The last beauty was a lithe black man riding a horse. Patrick felt his shaft. It was still rigid despite the change from female models to male models. Patrick had always sought women in the past. Responding to a man’s body was new to him. Perhaps the encounters he had experienced in New York had stirred. Once again at your house; but this time I shall order a meal to be delivered."So at 7.30pm that evening they sat together with a Martini. A knock on the door and a small man of oriental extraction arrived with a hamper. Inside was a bottle of Sake which he put in warm water after opening it.Then he opened foil packs of small quantities of more than a dozen exquisitely prepared Japanese dishes. After arranging the dishes aesthetically on porcelain dishes he wished the two women "Good evening". .. " Well, I just want to know," she said. "What about Courtney?" she asked, referring to his last girlfriend that he'd told her about, at her request of course."Jen! I told you, they don't matter!" he said, a bit exasperatingly."I know... " she said. "But I'm just curious. I mean, I want to know about you," she explained."Oh, I see." I mean, have you cum a lot?"He laughed at her naivete. "Gallons," he said.She looked a bit hurt, and he quickly tried to explain without embarrassing himself too.