Chapter 8.Chapter 8. The Second Nightmare. For most of the afternoon I was erect. It was impossible not to be. With Rafael dressed only in his tee-shirt I could see almost everything I wanted to. It would not have helped much if he'd been totally naked and I didn't suggest it. I was pretty certain he would have his tee-shirt off in a matter of seconds and I knew that things would get out of hand quickly. Besides, he was still a sick kid, though at times even that seemed doubtful during the afternoon. Instead I contented myself with long admiring glances. I started to think of Rafael as a 'boy-puppy'. |