Chapter 24

And then Graham was there, walking down the little narrow street toward him, dressed in dark blue jeans and a black long-sleeved sweater that seemed to perfectly set off his blond hair. Excitement shot through Morton, tightening his balls, and causing his cock to rise against the crotch of his own jeans.

Graham smiled as he approached and took the other seat at the table, leaning forward to kiss Morton softly on the lips.

“Mmm. Everything all right?”

“Everything is perfect,” Graham assured him. “Albert and I saw to the disposal of the remains.”

Moron nodded. “And you’re sure he will not be revived?”

“We burned him. Both parts of him. Until he was nothing but ashes.”

“And what of Albert?”

Graham shrugged. “I don’t know what he’s going to do and I don’t care. Albert is free to do as he wishes. Hopefully we will never see him again.”

He smiled. “So, now what?”

“We can spend some time here in Vienna if you want.”

“I want that.”