9Still feeling rather dazed by the story which Rulon had nonchalantly spit out of the corner of his mouth, d**k went up to his own room where he could think things out by himself. He pulled his easy chair up to the window, and c****d his heels on the sill. What a story! What a story! One read of such things in the newspapers, but to be brought into direct contact with it made a fellow’s head swim.
What was he to do? Without any volition of his own, he was being drawn deeper and deeper into this thing. It was no light thing for a man like Rulon to get his hooks into you. d**k seemed to feel the man’s talons actually digging into his shoulder, and a cold shiver went through him. When he was not with Rulon, d**k was no longer susceptible to the terrible fascination of the man, and he could s
