Chapter 10

“Give me a boy of my own. I need to be special to someone: A Papa Bear…” He had wasted enough time today on this foolishness, he really had to get…

A loud thump interrupted his thoughts, followed by the sound of a slight click. Seconds passed, then a muffled voice hissed, “Oh Shit…Fuck.” 2

“What in hell’s name?” Donald bellowed as he stepped out of the washroom holding a hand towel. He stopped. His ability to speak vanished. He could neither howl nor whisper. Donald didn’t believe the evidence of his own eyes. A replica of the boy who co-starred in his most erotic fantasies lay sprawled on his rug amidst a rapidly spreading burgundy stain, which could only be his bottle of Bordeaux.