Cliff took me for granted. For some reason he thought I was safe. Once I overheard him tell one of those guys he brought home that he wanted only straight roommates, guys who wouldn't hit on him, because he only wanted to fuck when he was in the mood. Well, he had been in the mood a lot these past several weeks.
Dakota considered himself the luckiest guy on earth. At a mere 22, he was the lover of one of the hottest guys ever - Bryan Hampton. The 5'5, pale slender man was cleaning out the boxes of stuff into their newly moved condo, unpacking and dusting, etc. In one box, he found his old Eastwood High yearbook and began flipping through the pages, reminiscing on past days.
Finn rolled over on the pavement as he started to feel lightheaded. His eyes shifted restlessly in their sockets, watching as countless pedestrians stepped carelessly past his weakening form. They side-stepped, creeping around his huddled body as if he were vermin. He wanted to spit at them. He wanted to give them all something to really be afraid of.
I was in Dallas on a business trip, it wasn't in the best of neighborhoods, but not the worst by any stretch it was actually more of an industrial district, mostly factories and warehouses, but an occasional hotel or burger joint.
I was staying in one of those hotels, not a bad one either. They had clean rooms and a well lit parking lot. One of my employees (Jim) and I were staying in one room and another employee (Mike) was staying in another due to his excessive snoring.