That Mediterranean villa was hopping last month when sunny / shady Henry Ducaine flew in from his last private gig to spend a little time relaxing in the lavish, private surroundings. One afternoon, when the rich elderly geezer..er, we mean client ..was off at the gym, salivating over handsome muscleman Ted Durban, Henry got to a little r & r of his own... there's nothing like playing with your large, unruly tool in an Adirondack chair on a cliff behind a villa overlooking the Mediterranean Sea ....particularly when someone else is picking up the bill. And you're on salary, as well.(We just happened to have a camera nearby...) Ah. Youth.