Jimmy Manley shares the cramped backseat of a Volkswagen with two men that he does not know. Roger Bones sits up front, in the passenger seat. The man sitting next to Jimmy slips his hand onto Jimmy's thigh. Jimmy's body goes tense, but he tries his best to act natural. Jesus, not here, he thinks. Not now. He twists his lean frame, trying to protect his mi...
Chapter Three: Threesome I woke to the sound of the shower early the next day. I was still naked from the previous evening's activities, only I had showered the night before because we had been in the hay loft in the barn for a good portion of the evening. There was also the need to be fresh for anything that might occur should he want more. We had slept...
Even though he rattled on about everything but that, I knew David's dark secret as soon as I entered the almost-deserted observation car on the Capitol Limited Amtrak train somewhere in Pennsylvania sometime before 11:00 p.m. I had suspected what his secret was earlier and hoped for it. I knew because of the way he looked at me when I entered the car from...
I awoke Wednesday morning to find Roy rolled onto his side with his covers down to his waist and looking at me. "G'mornin'! Ready for our day off?" I wiped the sleep from my eyes and let them take a long drink of his half-naked corpulence. I cleared my throat. "Morning...sounds good...what do you have in mind?" "Breakfast to start with, of course!" he sa...
He took a long slow breath as he stepped onto the cracked concrete. His first free breath in almost six years and he savored it. His wide chocolate brown nostrils flared, his eyes closed, Neville Sinclair was a free man again. With his long thick arms stretched up above his head he raised to the tip toes of his black leather construction boots and let the br...
It's dark in Jackson's room, just a small lamp shining feebly on us in the late night. The clock on Jackson's desk reads 1:29am in glowing letters, bathing everything in a faint green wash. Outside, the wind batters against the window. Rain falls steadily, and occasionally a rumble of thunder peals across the sky. His room is on the fourth floor, so we can f...
"Kent, stop beating off and get a move on!" The rap of Cain's knuckles is so sharp on his closed door that it makes Kent jump, missing the knot on his gym shoe for the third time in a row. He frowns in frustration, finally gets it, and goes to the door, his bro standing there with an impatient look on his face. "Asshole, I wasn't beating off - and it's a t...
Chapter One "Of course you have a choice." Silas Collins sat there, assessing what was really going on here and whether everything was down the tubes for him. Yesterday morning he'd been in the Colombian jungle, just "that far" from seizing the daddy of all drug cartel lords, and now he was sitting in front of a desk, facing two suits and overlooking North...
People had good days, and they had bad days. If a person were lucky, the good days would outweigh the bad days. Of course, there was no guarantee in life that said they would. Over all, he felt his good days had been more numerous than his bad days. Of course, he partially felt responsible for that. He worked hard to make sure he had a good life and good re...
"You'll be doing a great service. You'll be saving lives." I could see why that might be so, but why did I still feel so used? And why was he forcing me to do this rather than someone in his own service, from his own country? I wondered that so much that I asked him. "I'm from the American embassy. And all of my colleagues are known and watched. I can't ge...