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Smiling to himself, Camorra shook his head. Smiling again, Camorra put his pencil to the paper. Camorra sucked in a breath as the firelight made the boy’s skin glow, shadows forming across his toned torso, the hollow of his collarbone, a darkening on his sternum, shadowed lines leading from his hips to the dark pool of his crotch, where his penis hung, catching the light again. His continued failure to shake off the image of his young butler, in spite of the presence of the gorgeous young artist, was something he had become unused to. Now.” He stood there, his back turned, until he heard footsteps stumble hurriedly down the stairs, and the front door slam.
