causes, Henryadmitted. Or maybe she just doesnt care at all.Whatare you doing right now?Wejust finished eating lunch.CanI come over? I want to get away from all these people.Henryhad been hoping to take Martin upstairs and lock the door and expandon his golden, tender feelings, but he felt sorry for Louis cooped upwith all his annoying siblings, especially terrible James.Sure.See you in a few minutes, then?Thanks,Henry. Youre a good friend.Henryhung up the telephone. Louis is coming over.Martinlooked a little disappointed, but all he said was, Very well,Sir.Theywalked up the staircase side by side, shoulders touching. I wantedto be alone with you, Henry admitted in a confidential tone, butLouis is having a hard time.Yourea good friend to Mr. Briggs, Sir.Insidethe bedroom door, Martin put his hand around the back of Henrysneck and pulled him into an ardent, impassioned kiss. When they brokeapart, breathless, Martin said, Remember that for later.Louisand Peter were sent up a few minutes later. Henry had spent theintervening time wishing fervently that he had not let Louis invitehimself over, but once Louis was in his room, sprawled across thefoot of his bed, he was glad to see his friend.Whatdid you think of the party, Peter? Henry asked.Perchedat the end of the bed near Louis head, Peter seemed very pleasedto be asked. I enjoyed myself very much, Sir. Good food, goodmusic, strong punch...I dont think there was any way it could havebeen improved upon, Sir.Plusyou had your girl, Louis pointed out. Whatsername...Frances.Yes,Sir. Frances, Peter agreed. Or...or I call her Franny,actually, Sir. He turned to Henry and said, She had a goodtime, as well.Shebelongs to the Spanglers, doesnt she? Martin asked.Thatsright. Shes been with them two years.Dothey have a red-haired footman there, a little fellow, quitehandsome?Oh,yes, thats Jimmy. Hes a good egg.Martingave Henry a sly smile and Henry blushed. If he wanted it, Martinwould get it for him.Didyou meet Jimmy, then? Peter asked. Was he at the party?Wedidnt meet, but he seemed very appreciative of the music, so Iwondered who he might be.Henryhad a moments fantasy, fucking Martin from behind while somelittle ginger pixie fed Martin his cock, and he shudderedpleasurably.Whatswith you? Louis nudged him with his foot. You look like youregoing to be sick.What?No, Im fine, Henry hurried to assure him, flushing a brilliantcrimson.Soyou said on the phone you saw all sorts of people having sex.Louis propped himself up on his elbows, prepared to be a goodlistener. What did you see, anyway?Everycombination you can think of, Henry told him. Men and women,men and men, women and womenTellme about the women! Louis urged. Everything you can remember.Therereally wasnt that much to see, Henry pointed out. Everythingsso hidden on a girl.Wellwhat were they doing?Licking? Fingering?Yes,Henry said. Both those things.Louisgave a frustrated growl and rolled his eyes. Oh, Henry, yourethe worstat this!Henryblushed again, and worried that his lack of descriptive powers wasshowing him up as queer, or at least questionable. Well, they weredoing things Ive never done, obviously, so I dont know how todescribe it, Louis. He thought a moment. There was a girlleaning against the wall with another girl kneeling between her legs,licking her,