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LONDON SPY

I'm going to die in this tub. Heart attack. Or a stroke. They'll find me here, tongue hanging out, my little dick bobbing about in a bubble bath. Four strong men will have me out. My flesh will slosh and slop on the marble floor. And they'll write about me: "He was a man who always got what he wanted".

LONDON SPY

No daring journalists will come to your aid. No rogue police officers. It will be just you. You alone. Ask yourself, Danny, honestly — who are you? You're friends with everyone. You trust everyone. And you know no-one.

LONDON SPY

That was the first thing that any of them could recall: that he had stood there and unstoppered a bottle. And then he had sprinkled himself all over with the contents of the bottle and all at once he had been bathed in beauty like blazing fire. For a moment they fell back in awe and pure amazement. But in the same instant they sensed their falling back was more like preparing for a running start, that their awe was turning to desire, their amazement to rapture. They felt themselves drawn to this angel of a man. A frenzied, alluring force came from him, a riptide no human could have resisted, all the less because no human would have wanted to resist it, for what that tide was pulling under and dragging away was the human will itself: straight to him.