Chapter 2During his dull day as a clerk in one of the many departments answerable to the Secretary at War, Martin was occupied by the rolls of paper making their way to his lowly desk, trying to suppress a yawn. He had spent the early hours of that morning tossing and turning in his bed, the memory of his earlier experience vividly haunting his dreams. While half-asleep, some secret part of him yearned for his fleeting lover as if by letting him vanish without a word, he had lost some vital opportunity.
Fortunately, in the full heat of a workday and with a pile of documents to sort through, such erotic fancies dwindled to nothing. In this civilian section of the War Office, he was very much a lowly cog, a gentleman by birth but one who had to earn his living, which also explained his chea
