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“You heard me. How many men have you fucked?” Toreth tilted his head, then grinned suddenly. The effect wasn’t reassuring. “I’m not planning to hunt them all down and kill them for not psychically deducing that however many years later you’d be fucking me.”

Unusually reasonable for Toreth 😂

"I found you in the street." Paul's voice lowered, sharing a distasteful secret. "Lying in the street, if the truth be told. Naturally I realised at once that higher powers had guided me there in order to render assistance to a fellow soul in distress. And while you told me many wonderful things, your address was not one of them, making you a creature of mystery as well as enchantment. So I brought you home with me."

He had a family promotion—somebody or other's nephew. Things run more smoothly when he isn't here."

Once the idea sank in, Toreth could see the advantages. If only Tillotson were someone's nephew. That led to the rather distracting thought that Tillotson must have parents. Parents who had, somehow, slipped through the genetic screens to produce him.

(Hahaha)

Toreth listened to the rain against the window. It had been nothing special. That was the strange thing. Nothing special, just another Sunday fuck with Warrick, and it was still wonderful. Very occasionally, Toreth wondered why it was so different with Warrick. Or how. Any of those short, difficult question words, none of which he could answer.