Chapter Nineteen
The Venus Guy-Trap
The young man was nervous. He was only twenty-six, and he’d come to this place for s*x, paid s*x of an esoteric kind that could not be readily obtained otherwise. Thank heaven for the Internet, the medium by which he’d finally achieved this liaison. When seeking to satisfy a shameful lust like this, anonymity was an absolute necessity. And although he was uneasy about the coming encounter that was the way it was supposed to be. That was the frisson he was seeking. This excursion was as much about fantasy as reality, as much a paid encounter with a highly specialized prostitute as an important soul-journey into murky depths of self-discovery.
It was an attempt, once and for all, to finally either dispel or surrender to the mad, self-destructive obsess
