A long red leather couch. Paintings on the walls of boys. Black and white pictures on a stone mantle; men dressed in capes and women with diamonds.

Frank examines the photographs and smells coffee brewing. He ties his black robe and walks into the kitchen where he sees George, his client, a much older man, reaching for various jams and jellies in the refrigerator.

Good morning, says George as he pats the young man on his behind. How did you sleep?

Good. I slept good.

I hope you didn’t mind me waking you in the middle of the night, he embraces Frank. But I just can’t keep my hands off you, George laughs, Frank smiles. My dear boy. You are irresistible.

Frank kisses his forehead and pours a cup of coffee.

Cream? Sugar?

Please.

The old man spoons sugar into Frank’s cup and pours  cream. It’s nice to have a house guest, George tells him. Someone to chat with in the morning. Isn’t it? Frank nods and smiles. I have to get ready for the day, the queen states. Help yourself to whatever you want, he starts to walk away and then turns midway down the hall. The keys are on the shelf here. And take this for all your needs today. I trust I’ll see you tonight? Frank nods yes.

On the shelf, a hundred dollar bill lay there. Frank takes it and smells the crisp bill. He clicks his heels three times and laughs.