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I opened my apartment door wide before I realized that I had forgotten to hide my tattoo under a hat. It was already too late. The man at the door was wide-eyed as he read the label pasted across my forehead. He was black, about thirty, a bit stocky and very handsome. He wore the tan shirt and striped black pants of a security guard from my office. In his h...
I have revised and combined the next three chapters. Those that have already seen most of this story in my group have not seen the revisions. So, if you belong to my group and are reading this, read carefully—or you'll miss something. LOL I've taken some good advice from those that commented on the thread I posted in the forum to expand and add more flavor...
[start of recording] Do you want anything before we start? Water, coffee, soda? Maybe some water? Sure, let me grab you a water bottle. Have a seat. I'll be right back and then we'll do a quick sound check. Gotcha. [faint humming] Here you go. How do the headphones feel? Are they comfortable? They feel fine. Great, we'll talk a bit while I check leve...
* Sorry that this was down for so long. Editors removed it because there was a plot point where Ben got raped by Mark. Wasn't graphic. I just described how Mark threatened Ben not to tell his family afterward. However, the editors are a bunch of pussies, so now it should be back up, but with a large part of it deleted. Suffice to say. BEN GOT RAPED BY MA...
Chapter 4: Hidden Hills I leaned over. I thought of kissing him. I did. But Sid turned his mouth away. "For years you've avoided this moment," Sid said. "Now, it's here, and I don't want it. You know why? Not just because I promised I wouldn't get into your pants, or because you drank too many rum and cokes, or because you've just been through a traumat...
The farewell party was fun and long. Matt, of course had a few drinks, maybe one or two too many, but not enough to do any serious harm. Nevertheless, I wasn't about to let him drive home on his last day of work. Since the party was up in his neck of the woods, a good 30 minutes from the office and almost full hour from my house, I figured I might just crash...