And his shaving kit. He hadn’t shaved while we’d been on his island, not until the evening before we left, and I’d been aroused by his ever-darkening five o’clock shadow. I hadn’t told him, of course, since Manns weren’t supposed to be stirred by anything of that nature.
“Okay, I’m done.” Fortunately Mark had no idea where my thoughts had wandered. “Let’s go. Here. Make yourself useful.” He thrust the garment bag containing his tux into my arms.
“Yes, Mark.”
“Hah.” He picked up the carry-on, and we walked out of his condo.
There was the usual series of locks, and I was interested to note that while the sequence was the same as it had been the previous week, it was different from the time before that, and I knew it would be different the next time I spent the night with him.
“Taking no
