Alexander Monroe lives in Grasspatch, a town so small, the founders couldn’t even be bothered thinking up a proper name for it. He works at the newsagency/post office, where his duties include ordering newspapers and magazines, printing Lotto tickets, and delivering the mail. One morning he has to deliver a parcel to the mysterious Mr Christian O’Neill, who lives in an oddly-shaped mansion on the outskirts of town. Not much is known about Mr O’Neill, although there is certainly an abundance of rumours -- a faded rock star, a media-shy actor. Alexander can’t wait to find out the answers for himself. Rather than being odd, Christian turns out to be the most interesting person Alexander has ever met. In fact, he asks to come back, and with each consecutive visit, he learns more and more about Christian, and about the power of the mind and the wonders visualisation can bring. But even as Alexander learns how to get what he thinks he wants, he loses Christian. Is it too late to find him again? And if he does, will what they had still be there?

Cool Blue

“Would you like another drink?” Christian called back to him as he waded towards the shore.


He walked up the beach, the sand sticking to his feet and ankles. As he arrived at the beach blanket he bent down to retrieve his trousers.


“Oh, you aren’t putting those back on, are you?” Christian asked.


“I guess not,” replied Alexander, dropping them and taking a full glass of wine from Christian.


“Good,” said Christian. “I prefer to be naked. Unclad. It’s great to feel the sun on your bare skin. To feel its warm rays passing through your flesh, delivering Vitamin D to your system. Cheers.”


They clinked their glasses together and drank.


“So all this is here because you thought about it?” Alexander lay down on the blanket. His cock had become flaccid and he once again felt comfortable enough to lie on his back.


Chapter 7