Derricks

Excerpt

Everything boiled down to a few basic facts for Robin, the most important of them being that essentially he was like every other young man he knew—unmarried, free, in comfortable circumstances, living a fairly interesting life, hunting the same jungles for his sport as others, but preferring the male to the female of the species for his entertainment. But he was not trapped; at least he did not feel that he was, which was as important, and his difference in preference was not obvious. He supposed he was just plain lucky. He knew that he could stop what he was doing at any time he wanted.

Of course, he did not want to stop, and if he ever did, it would involve a lot of self-chastisement that would be damned unhandy for a while, but Robin was reasonably sure that if circumstances arose that required him to live the life of a respectable normal man, he could do so without too much sacrifice. But, he thought with a smile, living as he was was so pleasant. He thought of the hunt, the thrills and the pleasures of the hunt.

He had his likes and dislikes in partners. He preferred redheads in the youthful, more effeminate types; blonds in the older, heavier, more masculine types; but there was a type of brunette that approached that standard of his perfection which, he had to admit, was for him a menace. Usually the few of this particular type were not big men, but extremely compact ones with short, easy, graceful movements and a quiet air of virility that was discernible almost as far as they could be seen. They were usually fairly normal in their habits but so hopelessly oversexed that they were driven to roam from their firesides to compensate for the wifely rationing. They were happy family men for the most part so they hunted the safer pastures where Robin’s kind, in both sexes, was to be found to receive their left-over passions.