Finally, they stood on top of a building, looking down on the main street of the gay village, where people were moving or standing around talking. Garner was aware now that the hunger, the need in him was very strong, to the point where it was bothering him. Andhe was aware of the sense, as he looked down at the figures, of viewing these people as a wolf might view a flock of sheep.
This bothered him, too, and he looked at Alonzo—who was watching him closely.
Alonzo shook his head. “Please,” he said quietly—they could communicate in bare whispers now—”don’t judge just yet. For this one time, trust me, follow me and follow your desires. Afterwards, I promise—you will understand.”
Garner looked into Alonzo’s face—a face that now simply radiated beauty—and nodded. Relief flooded Alonzo’s face, making it more beautiful still.