He didn’t understand my point. I gave him another drink and said that I too liked his wife, and if he wanted, we could swap that night. He was a bit...taken back, but I encouraged him by saying that we are both drunk and wives are probably sleeping in their respective rooms by now. So, we can pretend to be drunk, and he can go to my bedroom and sleep there next to my wife and I can go to the guest room and sleep next to his wife. He was a bit afraid but I convinced him that either wives either. He said, “Shit, don’t tell me you’re an arse fucker?”Zan had shrugged. “We Genteli tend to live a long time and a bit of variety now and then doesn’t go a stay. Bi-sexuality is normal for my people,” he told Essco.Essco shuddered. He felt his dick starting to get hard. Alcohol always made him horny, and the talk of dicks and after watching Bray in action had him very horny. His mouth and his inhibitions also got looser as the alcohol took effect.He said to Zan, “I hate having a small dick.”Zan. "You said that you would do it, you said that you weren't afraid..." The wall is too high; I'll never get over that on my own," another voice whispered worriedly."Scaredy cat!" several voices cackled. "All mouth and no guts!" We will give you a leg up," the first voice insisted loudly."And how do I get back over the wall from the other side?" that second voice persisted."It's easy!" the first voice snapped impatiently. "There's that tree, just next to the gates; you can pull yourself up using. I was sort of avoiding getting back to my essay by sitting at his desk, flicking through the book and talking about its contents when K bounced in. And I mean bounced; I don't know if that girl even owned a bra.We exchanged greetings as she closed the door behind her. Predictably, she'd come to try and scrounge some cigarettes off J, but he didn't have any either. Anyway, she knelt on the floor next to the bed while I continued sitting there and talking with J about nineteenth century German.