There were five of them in the row of townhouses, and underneath the sheen of public normalcy and personal success lived the gaping damage within. a stranger in the house
He was driving in the dark.
There was nowhere else to go but here, into the dark, into the unknown. Corey hated surprises, especially in his new career. He’d been hired to make an appearance way out east, in Claydon, beyond the county line, beyond the sensibilities of anyone mildly urbane. The drive had reached almost forty minutes as he pulled onto Route 44 somewhere in the middle of Crestwood County, somewhere literally in the middle of the dark. There were no streetlights and not even reflector plates running down the centerline. Corey watched the road ahead with intensity, almost the same intensity of learning new choreography or learning the movements of his johns.
There were five of them in the row of townhouses, and underneath the sheen of public normalcy and personal success lived the gaping damage within. Towson melancholy
Maybe it wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had, but it was something he felt he needed to do, and this, quite honestly, was his best opportunity. It had been months since he’d seen Adam, months since he’d set foot in Baltimore. The fact is, and few people ever knew, Ben did go back. Once.
There were five of them in the row of townhouses, and underneath the sheen of public normalcy and personal success lived the gaping damage within. sans souci (without concern)
Braden returned from Charleston with a mild sunburn and a quiet understanding about love. For once, it finally made sense. His brief encounter with Thomas made him think differently and feel differently. It was nothing like the endless parade of twinks and club boys in and out of his condo. He’d thought love was sentimental and ridiculous and unattainable. But, then there was Thomas, perfect and lovely in every way.
