Chapter 3Utter insanity, thought Derek Lamont Ballantine.
In panic and frustration, he slipped away from his friend’s birthday celebration and sequestered himself in the house’s second-story bathroom. When he tugged down his zipper and yanked open his jeans, his mammoth erection sprang out, bobbing and throbbing in uncontrollable need.
He eyed his wristwatch. What a shock, he sarcastically thought—1:37 A.M.
“Damn it!”
He had hoped to be home by now, but the evening’s birthday merriment had completely erased the issue of time from his mind.
Throughout the past few weeks, he had more than once found himself in embarrassing situations, the worst being the night he had accompanied several of his buddies to a twenty-four-hour health spa for an evening of weight-lifting and racket ball. He
