The boy, alone with his thoughts and a room full of Cassandra Stanko memorabilia, gives in to his desires. His hand wraps around his engorged cock, pumping slowly at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of his fantasies. He pictures Cassandra, her body arching in ecstasy, her voice echoing in his mind. His breaths grow ragged, his body tensing as he nears his peak. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his release a silent, intimate tribute to the woman who ignites his passions.