"I don't think you'll find it that easy. I think . . . oh, here they are." Randy broke off his sentence and went into a pose at the semicircular banquette seat in the dimly lit hotel bar. He'd drawn attention to the entrance of the bar, where three men were standing, about to enter. I knew one of them, of course—Angelo, my pimp. He was Randy's and my pimp t...
I'm not sure what I said while I was in the garage. I was in shock. He certainly didn't say anything or let on about anything. Of course that might be because his boss was standing in the doorway to the office behind me and listening to what was being said. The mechanic was dressed in loose-fitting coveralls—and maybe just that and the boots, because he did...
I nervously waited in the Philadelphia International Airport baggage claim area for Angus Talbot to pass through from his return from three weeks in the Bahamas. That was half the time I'd been working for him, transferring from the Chicago office at his request. At twenty-five, I was in my first job following graduate school as a concept artist at a major a...
"So, do they have classes in lighthouses here?" I looked up from where I was scanning the brochure for a lighthouse off the coast at the mouth of Plymouth Bay where one could vacation for a night or more. But I had photos and layouts of other lighthouses surrounding me at the library table, as well. He looked vaguely familiar, like I'd seen him around the c...
[This is a completed five-chapter GM novella that will complete posting by mid-July 2019.] *** I now understand that my subconscious was miles ahead of my "surface" brain on knowing what I wanted. Male models apparently are as justly characterized as thick brained as female models are reputed to be. I suppose I was more narcissistic in my youth and early a...
Tuesday-Wednesday, 4-12 April, Richmond to Just North of Danville, Virginia The men in the train had barely settled down, a bit more than two hours after they had cleared through the skirmishes at Manchester, across the James River from Richmond, and headed west along the river bank, before they pulled off on a siding in a forest near the town of Goochland....
I stood there next to the baggage carousel, waiting for Lincoln Douglas's flight from New York. I was nervous and wondering why I'd said I would meet him and put him up for three nights. He was some high muckety-muck preacher with a big church in Harlem, who was down here in the research triangle of North Carolina to watch his grandson play in the Duke-Georg...
It was difficult to tell that they were even engaging in clouds and rain. The rice merchant was perhaps Xiu's most refined client. He was a connoisseur of the tea ceremony, and anyone passing by the chamber would have thought that this was all the merchant Fu Yang and the young jinan—male prostitute—were doing: drinking tea and having an intimate moment. An...
[This is chapter one of six chapters of a completed work, which will post by the middle of May, 2020.] Johann heard her, singing in a low, sultry tone, as she moved to the shower house behind the lean-to he slept in. Christina wasn't exactly being quiet, but Johann was sure he knew that getting his attention was her intent. She had been doing whatever she c...
"That was a good game. I've asked you to check the wiring in the Penzance Boulevard guest house, Logan, and I know you have to stay here and work, Brandon. So, Anton and I can go to the clubhouse for a drink and then to clean up and I'll drive him back to Logan's house." It wasn't really a suggestion. Sam Reynard, an inherited-wealth man, was accustomed to...