You need a new lesson about consequences, Now…” I applied a bit more pressure, allowing my entire finger to slide inside him, “ I suggest you l...osen up a bit. It just might hurt less.” He went limp, like a rag doll, as soon as he realised that this was more than a threat. The boy's right cheek was pressed hard against the cold polished oak, his cries loud. I retracted my finger. Leaning back I retrieved some olive oil from the condiments set, which had been pushed to one side. I held his ass. ”Really, its okay” she replied and in the semi darkness she reached across the table and put her hand over mine. I knew she was lying. I could feel her disapointment just as easily as I had felt her earlier happiness. I tried to construct a sentence that would explain how I felt, but I couldn’t catch my feelings fast enough. My mind whirled and spun with emotional confusion.”Does Irena know?” I whispered. She frowned and nodded. Did that really matter I asked myself. She stood and moved across. "I know a game if you're bored" I replied with a sudden joy inside me. "Okay then whats it called"? he asked with a slight grin on his face. "Well I don't know you're quite a bit younger than me it may be a little rough for you" I said quietly knowing that he would want to play it even more which would justify that it's a gay game if two boys play it. "Try me" he challenged me with his cheeky smile as he jumped on the single bed next to mine. "The game is what you make of it, It's called. A young man. I fed him some watered wine. When the sun neared its height, the power of Apollo enabled me to get him to my grotto."I am Stavros. To whom do I owe my life?" I am Penthesilea." Am I dead? Am I mazed?" You live. Yet you may be confused. Why was a Greek among the Turks?" The Ottomans took Greece in 1530. Venice regained the Peloponnese a century later. But the Turks retook the Balkans and many Thessalonikans, like me, became part of the Turkish navy." And this battle?" Russians.