Chapter 20
Once Arturo settled himself on the floor tapestry, propped up on his left elbow and stretching out his impressive body like a lithe panther, he gestured us down to join him.
I forced myself to concentrate on his face, yet the urge to focus on his exquisite and muscular torso, his sinewy and furry legs, or especially his rigid shaft arising from a dense thatch of ebony hair, proved persistent. I still could not quite fathom that this sexy man, this flesh-and-blood creature lying before me, was actually a ghost, a man who had been dead for centuries. This certainly put a final end to my preconceived notions of spirits being only invisible, or perhaps flimsy wisps of smoke, tiny dots of light, or pudgy puffs of goo such as Casper the Friendly Ghost.
“Where shall I begin, gentlem
