He makes the walk with such deliberate slowness that I’m almost sure he knows just how fantastic his ass looks in those wet breeches and is trying to use it as a siren song to lure me in after him. Be strong! I command myself. Odysseus resisted the Sirens! Did he? I don’t remember. I slept through most of my literature lessons at Eton. But I am almost positive none of his Sirens had an ass that fantastic.
