Description: “Do you know why you’re here today?” President Lee asked, sitting behind his ornate, wooden desk. He seemed to embody his title completely. Authoritative, powerful, honored, respected. His face was chiseled and masculine, seemingly as muscular as the rest of him. He stared at Elder Addison with his grey eyes, making him forget himself and the question. He didn’t really know why he was there. It all seemed like part of a strange, erotic dream. After having been fondled and milked by President Ballard, the older man told him vague and confusing details about a secret, fraternal order, one that was to stay a secret from the other missionaries and priests he may encounter.