Sometimes, things just fall into place. It always seems that the harder I look the less I find. But this is an occasion where I didn’t have to look very hard. It is a situation where technique met fantasy. I had a session last evening with a college lad I met at the book store. I go there sometimes just to check. He was in the classics section. He looked to be 19 or 20, slender and athletic like a swimmer, with a shaved haircut which, if it wasn’t bleached, consisted of the naturally blondest hair I had ever seen on a boy. He was about my size–not too short,…