They said that they had been stolen from a museum in Cairo, many years ago, so must be returned to Cairo.”“Oh,” I sighed. “That does put a dif...erent slant on things. No wonder you got them cheap, without proper provenance.”“Exactly. I was had, Jeeves. My enquiries have revealed that the chap who sold them to me has left the country, and is now untraceable. I can use my contacts to search for him, but the chances of recover my outlay are pretty slim.”“That is rather unfortunate, sir.”“It is. My only regret is that I waited so long to find the strength I needed to be the man you deserved. This may be the last letter I am able to write before I see you. Joshua. ~ Josh, My Josh, I’m sitting here, listening to the rain hitting the roof, the little metallic ticks and the splatter as it runs off. You’re curled up on the bed, and the low rhythmic sounds of your breathing settle me as I sit here, still full of energy from the day. As I’ve done a hundred times this evening, my fingers run. I made sure the door was cracked so he could come and go as he pleased for potty needs, and took myself to bed.Sometime in the night he apparently made his own way up the stairs, because he was curled up on my bed, his tail—it really was easier to think of it that way—just touching me, when I awoke. I was oddly pleased he'd joined me. For a moment, in the middle of my morning toilette, I abruptly wondered if he'd come up to work on my mind some more while I slept defenseless, but soon dismissed. First: a beautiful face. Second: a nice booty. Third: some gorgeous tits. And to the regret of the boys of our class level, the class level above and below us, was filled with gorgeous looking girls. And with gorgeous I don't mean that type of girl that you'd like to have a relationship with. The type of girls you'd only like to fuck, because their personalities are absolut shit. They behaved like the stereotype bitches you know from social media. That's it for the introduction, let's start.