“Jamie, the guy’s a drunk on his way to the pen for God knows how long. He’s bound to be lying to save his own ass.” “Why now, though? He’s already taken the deal. He’s just waiting for the judge to impose sentence. What could he possibly have to gain by making up this story?” Dillon waited until the doors closed and then pressed the button for the sixth f...
All characters are older than 18. ***** Frank. I was 20, and he, 20 years older. At first he only seemed like the usual strict dad, who hated me for influencing his son to the wicked ways. I wasn't that bad, but he saw something in me. Something invasive. I didn't have much choice where hot dads were concerned. The hotter the dad, the most intrusive my e...
Chapter Three: The Darkest Hour When Michael came to, he was still being carried by the hands of more than one ruffian. The dulling of the sensitivity to his eyes told him that they had entered a darkened area—cool, and damp. The contrast with the dry heat of the Cairo streets, even at night, seemed incongruous to him unless, of course, they were somewhere...
The house is small, one room with one window. No glass. It's just a hut, a cut above a lean-to, with the kind of cheap vinyl flooring I used to see in the trailers of my earliest clients, before I moved on to the bigger fish with the real money. I can see the wooden angles of the roof through the holes in the ceiling, and afternoon light shines in throug...
I called Rex, he answered and I said, "You sure know how to make an impression." Rex said as he laughed, "I like to let someone know when they do a great job." I answered, "We're both here and was just checking in to see what was up, let's get together later." Rex replied, "I'd love to but I have plans, maybe tomorrow." I told, "That sounds good, see you...
At times these past five months feel as if it's been five years. At other times it seems as if it's only been five days... Five months ago, my life changed in a way that I never saw coming. Up until five months ago I was a carefree privileged college student-athlete. When I say privileged, I don't mean that I'm just some white kid in college. I mean, I am w...
It has been a year since that night at the gym. A lot has changed in my life. In finished my courses and graduated. I have a full-time career job with a tax company. I don't work at the gym anymore, but now I am a paying member. I still live in the same apartment, but now I have enough disposable income to afford my needs easily and save some extra along the...
Chapter eleven Seb I wake up early the next day, stretching like a cat and snuggling under the warmth of the comforter. Despite the hour, Ollie is already up, and he comes in with coffee. "I'm never going to beat you out of bed, am I?" I ask him. "Probably you will. I'm not always this eager to be conscious. Something about you making me feel more awake,...
Straight Cop Loses Control Gulf Coast Trooper craves the bottom Most folks passing a State Trooper cruiser parked beside a county road will slow down and hope they're not doing anything illegal. If they're in southern Alabama, none suspect what waits inside that patrol car, champing at the bit, restless, growling, eager get out, to go wild. Ever been to G...
I sat on the edge of the sofa in my studio, palms a little sweaty and my chest thumping. He was on his way over and would be arriving at any moment. I had never been with a man before, but I was sure it would happen tonight. He had been over the night before last and I knew he'd wanted it then. He knew I'd wanted it too. But he also knew I was scared. He wa...