Outside the tent: a heavy susurration of sound. Metallic groans replete with squeaks and clanks. The ground throbs. Inside the tent: a nylon floor covered with forest detritus. Ammo tins heavy with unspent rounds near the flap. A sleeping bag rolled up tight as a gymnast. Another sleeping bag, unrolled ... with a man named Ray in his boxers sprawled on top...
He was half Italian and half Portuguese and easily the sexiest bear I had ever seen. He had jet black hair and a neat, trimmed but very dense black beard that framed his full, shapely red lips. His eyes were of the deepest blue and they sparkled when he talked to you, making you feel like you were the only person that had ever mattered in the whole wide worl...
(sound of boots on gritty pavement) You look worried. Don't be. Yeah, I'm queer enough for ya. You look nice. How old are you? Really. You look younger. (laughter) Well, I still ain't breakin' the law. The temptation's there, know what I mean? How much? I can swing a hundred. Yep. My wedding ring. Nope, not divorced. Not divorced. Don't want to get divo...