Chapter 23The second encounter with Andre had been much more intense than the first. I had very much enjoyed the young man’s stellar athletic performance. He was a champion fornicator who beat the seed out of me with his energetic lunges. Despite the gratification derived from the coupling, I was thrown into unfamiliar turmoil. Nay, it was a veritable storm of emotions, something well beyond the niggling of a pricked conscience.
By the laws of my tiospaye, I had committed no great sin. Dictated by the oft-short lifespan of warriors, a man commonly took multiple mates, a practical way to ensure the propagation of his line and to increase the size of the band. Therefore, the shadow hovering over those exciting, exhilarating minutes with Andre was cast by another source.
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