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drying his body off with a black towel. He hadn’t even created enough steam
     
to fog the mirror. He looked at his body and smiled. Though he was in his mid-thirties, he
     
still had the body of a man in his twenties. It was a shame he couldn’t legally take off his
     
clothes in the shop to sell a piece of furniture or an antique.
     
The thought of selling an expensive chair while naked caused his penis to grow.
     
He took a deep breath and rubbed it a few times with the black towel. This erection wasn’t about getting naked or exhibitionism. It was about making money and selling
     
antiques. He thought about large piles of cash and his scrotum tightened. He became
     
totally erect when he imagined an older gay man handing over a platinum credit card for
     
a five-thousand-dollar rock crystal wall sconce. When he thought about strong, handsome
     
Able Anderson rubbing one-hundred-dollar bills all over his naked ass, he leaned back
     
and spread his legs.
     
Then he dropped the black towel on the floor and reached for his erection. He
     
backed into the white tiled wall and spread his legs even wider. He stood on his tiptoes
     
and arched his back, imagining Able tossing crisp one-hundred-dollar bills at his naked
     
body. Each time he imagined a bill hitting his naked ass, his dick jumped. When he
     
pictured Able rubbing wads of cash into his naked flesh, his chest heaved and his heart
     
beat increased. A few minutes later, he rubbed a load out that was so intense it flew over
     
the sink and splashed against the bathroom mirror.
     
When the bathroom was clean and the mirror had been wiped dry, he crawled into
     
bed with a book he’d borrowed from the public library. The book was about a famous
     
modern furniture designer, George Nakashima. Carl had been watching the trend toward
     
contemporary pieces from the twentieth century. They were growing in popularity and he
     
wanted to start working a few of these mid-century antiques into his shop.
     
He read until his eyelids grew heavy, then he yawned and switched off the light.
     
The room darkened and the street lights illuminated his windows; the only sound he
     
heard was wind blowing icy snow against the glass. He rested his head on his pillow and
     
smiled. Normally, there would have been traffic and movement outside. The one good
     
thing about a snowstorm on Christmas Eve was that it kept annoying, happy people off the streets. When he closed his eyes, he knew he wouldn’t have any trouble sleeping that
     
night.
     
Chapter Three
     
Carl drifted into a deep, sound sleep for a few hours. But when the clock on the
     
mantel in his living room struck twelve, he bolted awake and rubbed his eyes. His lips
     
were quivering and his arms were trembling; he realized there were no covers on the bed.
     
He looked down at his naked body for a second, then looked up at the window closest to
     
his dresser. It was wide open and the white curtains were blowing into the room. There
     
were a few inches of snow on the windowsill and a few puddles of melted snow on the
     
wooden floor.
     
He jumped out of bed and jogged to the window, trying to avoid the puddles of
     
water. When he slammed the window shut, he stepped back and stared at the glass for a
     
moment. He knew he hadn’t left it open. He never opened the windows in the wintertime,
     
because he didn’t like turning up the furnace. He scratched his dick and shook his head.
     
As he was about to turn and get back into bed, he heard loud clinks and thrashes
     
coming from the other side of the room. His body jerked, his heart began to pound, and
     
his eyes opened wide.
     
He wasn’t alone.
     
He grabbed the bed post and turned fast. When he focused on a stream of light
     
hitting his bedroom door, his arms and legs tingled with goose flesh.
     
While Carl’s jaw dropped. A dark, familiar image covered with shackles and
     
chains tossed its head back and bellowed with