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which a good two inches were in plain view. It was amoment to cherish, to exult in, to give a life for. Hisembarrassment was palpable, charging the situation withtrue drama since from the very beginning it has been quiteplain to me that in no way do I interest him sexually. Sincehe detests me, my ultimate victory is bound to be all themore glorious and significant. I studied my captive for somemoments (the spine did indeed make an S-like curve andthe thick white trapezoidal ligament was twisted to oneside). Of greater interest to me, however, were the Jockeyshorts and what they contained. But now I knew that I wouldhave to proceed with some delicacy. I crossed to where hestood. I was so close to him that I could smell the horselikeodor men exude when they are either frightened or in astate of rut. In this case it was fright. Delicately I ran myhand down his spine. He shuddered at my touch but saidnothing. Meanwhile I spoke to him calmly, easily, the wayone does in order to soothe a nervous animal. "Yes, I cansee the trouble now. It's right here, under the shoulderblade." I kneaded the warm smooth skin, and again hewinced but said nothing while I continued to give my"analysis" of his condition. "Perhaps a brace in this areawould help." Now my hands were at the narrow waist. Hewas breathing hoarsely, arms pressed so hard against thewall that the triceps stood out like white snakes intertwined,ready to strike. I felt something warm on the back of onehand: a drop of sweat from his left armpit. "But perhaps thetrouble is lower down. Around the small of the back. Yes, ofcourse! The lumbar region--that's just where it is!" As I