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door. Adrian followed. Hector fussed about, sniffing at candles of all sizes. Adrian stood by a table of glass figurines. He held one of the delicate animals up to the light. It was a translucent elk with winding antlers elegantly formed high upon its tiny head. Hector returned with a candle in hand.
    “Smell dis,” he said shoving the candle in Adrian’s face. “Isn’t dat purfect?”
    “It’s nice,” Adrian replied.
    “Good, ’cus I’m getting it.”
    Hector collected two more candles and went to the counter to pay for them.
    They left the shop and entered the not-so-busy street. A few people passed, no one interesting.
    “You wanna come over my howse?” Hector asked.
    “Yeah,” Adrian said, “let’s go.”

    The hallways echoed their steps as they made their way to Hector’s apartment. Occasionally they passed a door where the sound of music or yelling or the roaring giddiness of children’s laughter could be heard. Adrian stood behind Hector as he turned the many locks to his door. It opened to a very small place. Hector lived alone, so that was okay. He opened the window to let in the cool afternoon breeze.
    “Papi, you wan anythin’ to drink?”
    “No, I’m good,” Adrian said as he sat down on the big, black, almost-leather sofa. It made a farting sound as he sank into it. He adjusted himself to make sure that he made the sound again.
    “I’ll be right out,” Hector said and disappeared into his bedroom.
    Hector came back and sat next to Adrian with smiling eyes. He placed a box of condoms on the coffee table. Adrian unbuckled his belt and slid open his fly. His penis practically popped out. Hector touched him there, and Adrian bit at his lower lip.
    “Don’t worry, Papi. It’s alright,” Hector said in a whisper and went down on his knees in front of Adrian, stroking his cock. Adrian closed his eyes and fell into the moment. Sinking into the couch, he felt Hector’s tongue on him and then the condom came slowly rolling down, then a whole mouth. Hector slurped and slurped and gently pulled. When Adrian opened his eyes, it was to stare out the window. An owl was there. Its white heart-shaped face blinked. Adrian closed his eyes again. Her long legs surrounded him. Her soft breasts brushed his chest. She opened and forced herself down on his member to grind. God, it felt so good. Adrian reached up to cup her breasts. Her nipples were hard in his palms.
    “Helen …” he whispered. She moaned. He grabbed behind her to pull her ass down.
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    ERROR: FRAGMENTATION
    ERROR: CORRECTED
    BRIDGE PROCESS: **RESUMED**
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    A head of curls filled Adrian’s hands as Hector worked his tongue all over his cock. Hector reached his hand down there. Adrian couldn’t stop.
    “I’m sorry … I …”
    The tears came, and he released into sorrow.
    Hector finished by stroking his deflating thing. It was still sensitive and moved to his touch.
    “Is there something you wanna tell me, Papi?”
    “Wha?” Adrian said dreamily, tears streaming down his cheeks.
    “Who’s Helen?” Hector looked up. Then he noticed Adrian’s face and stopped smiling. “Oh, Papi. You alright?”
    Adrian wiped his face and didn’t answer, but eased himself up. Hector moved out of the way.
    “I need to shower,” Adrian said and went to the bathroom.
    This would be Adrian’s third shower of the day. He stepped into the stall, feeling the warmth of the flow fall over his head and shoulders. He soaped himself and pulled at his penis. He wanted to be clean. The thought of Antoine and his frail skin lying in his sickbed filled his chest. Adrian leaned on the wall as the water from his eyes mixed with the water of the shower. Hector came in.
    “Papi … You okay?”
    “Yeah,” he lied.
    He didn’t turn around.
    Hector undressed and slipped into the shower. He stroked Adrian and soaped him all over — first his back, then shoulders, then his butt. Hector fingered him. Adrian didn’t like