As Anton entered, the lithe figure that had been lying on one of
the bunks arose to a relaxed position of attention to greet him. He
was about a year older than Anton, though he looked perhaps a little
younger than him. In many ways he was similar, a little lighter in
build, but clearly athletic. He was black haired, with a light olive
skin – the hair thick on his head and brows, but his body clear, ex-
cept for the inevitable dusting on his legs and lower arms. The per-
fect tan of him was the product of hours under the sun, with due care
to the arrangement of lighter and darker shadings to emphasise his
good looks. He had chosen to keep his sexual midriff white, always
wearing briefs, because he liked the bright contrast of the darker
stomach and thighs and the dramatic shock of thick black pubic hair.
He answered to Jag, or `Lightning Loins’. His voice was as smooth as
his skin and as dark as his hair.