“A son? And here I thought you’d been shooting blanks.” “Grace!” Gray refrained from throwing the phone against the wall. “I’m teasing. Considering your habits, I wouldn’t be surprised if you have more than one out there.” Gray harumphed an agreement. “True.” “Your friend Gwen, however, is a bitch. Mid fuck is not the time to mention you have a …
“Gwen?” She stopped. “What?” “That ambulance?” He was still flat on his back between the bed and the window. Her answer was punctuated with the door clicking shut behind her. “Guess a ride to the bus station is out of the question then?” Gray whimpered to the empty room. — almost 19 years later “You look fantastic.” Gwen smiled and …
“Yip! Look at the cash!” Gray awoke to darkness. His eyes were blindfolded, his mouth was gagged, and his hands and feet were bound. He felt a hand between his legs playing with his naked balls. He was laying on his front on what felt like his hotel room bed. “Cooter, shut the fuck up.” The female voice with the …
“Hey, Cletus! Come looka here! Done look like a golf cart gone and fucked a soccer mama van.” Gray rolled his eyes behind the mirrored sunglasses. He sat behind the wheel of a maroon Ford Escape Hybrid that he had rented on arrival. “Cooter?” he asked for the man’s attention. Gray could not believe that the first person he got …
July 1, 1994 “Are you comfortable, Gwen?” Her breath steamed the glass a little. “Yeah. Awkward, but okay.” Her red curls framed her pale face that was covered in too much make-up. Piercing dark green cat eyes stared through the glass of the hotel room window. Looking up and to the east, the CN Tower stood tall and erect with …
“Hello?” Gray walked through the maze of corridors behind the stage. Corbin Percy was not Gray’s type of music, but Grace had dragged him to the show. The backstage pass and a promise of many young goth women had him intrigued. Prior to the show, however, Gray started to realize that most of those younger women were of an age …
“You get on the bed.” The redhead followed Gray’s instruction. Gray stroked his salt and pepper goatee. He stood quietly wearing only pajama bottoms. He imagined how impressed the redhead must be with his muscles. He felt the collar around his neck tugged. “Don’t get cocky,” Grace chastised him. She stood behind him in a tight pvc cat suit. Horse …
Gray awoke with a start. Dawn light was just filtering in the window and giving enough light to see his surroundings. The ceiling was a stucco white and the walls a deep maroon…although in this light, perhaps purple. There were two large pictures on the wall in front of him, still too dark to make out what they were. There …