Troy seemed to be paying that little bit of extra attention to him and he sort of liked the way the big man—not fat, mind you, just large and hefty, in his handsome business suit and aviator glasses—did so. He was old enough to be his father, if only his father had had the sense to be as attractive and worldly and well-dressed and to smell of nice cologne and just-brushed teeth, and Timmy was a bit surprised to discover that a tingly feeling was appearing not only in his head and arms but in his crotch as well. He found himself relaxing into Troy Mommser’s warm, enveloping arms.
