There were no planes flying overhead, no trucks rumbling back and forth hauling heavy cargo. The notifications on his phone had ceased. Communications...were run on a closed circuit limited to, and only to, the estate grounds. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, raising his fist to use the large dragon-head knocker in the dead center of the rich mahogany doors. Before he could touch the brass, the door swung open, and there stood a tall, old skinny man with tired eyes and whitening hair.. “You called him Dad. You never call him that.”“I didn’t always call him Stan, you know. Anyway, I remember when you, me and Stan were walking down Seventy-Seventh Street from Central Park West. We were next to the New York Historical Society, and for some reason that I can’t remember, he started yelling at you and cursing. You know how he used to do it,” I took a couple of steps and put my arms out in mocking exasperation. “He just stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and got that incredibly. "Your son," Mark asked not clear where this was going but realizingthere was a glimmer of hope in the changed tone of this meeting. Itdidn't appear to Mark that he was actually the target now."Yes, my son," Aby said in frustration."I'm not sure I follow what it is you are saying," Mark said stillconfused but now slightly hopeful."I know and if you'll allow me just a few more minutes, please, perhapsyou'll understand then. As I noted, there is a picture of my son lookingvery much like a boy. He repeated this slow deliberate process, as his finger seemed to slip in effortlessly past his knuckles right up to the hilt. It was amazing in my mind that I was watching this and that he did not seem to be staining at all do it. I asked, ‘Does it hurt?’‘Nope, not in the least, in fact it feels good.’I said that I got it, and started to get off of his bed. ‘Hey, where do you think you’re going? Do you want to learn how to do this or not? Put some lube on your finger, come nearer and press you.