Put the strap over your head, on your left shoulder.”I did as she asked and then she helped me position the guitar on my thigh, ensuring I held it c...ose to my body. After a few minor adjustments, she was happy and I felt comfortable.“The first thing we’ll do is learn the strings and then a simple chord. Your guitar has six strings, and they are tuned, if you did it properly, E-A-D-G-B-E.”“That’s what the book said, listing the correct octave and pitch.”“OK. Pluck each string for me, in. “Don’t,” Taylor said, as the kid’s eyes fell on the guard’s dropped pistol.Ignoring Taylor’s warning, he made a lunge for the weapon. Taylor’s finger began to squeeze the trigger then stopped. This was the son of a kidnapper and arch-pimp, and he’d planned on raping Mary Jane, but he was still just a teenager, and Taylor couldn’t bring himself to gun the kid down.“Shit,” Taylor said and stepped forward.As the kid’s hand closed around the pistol, Taylor brought the butt of his rifle crashing on. ”The truck door swings open, a booted foot is planted on the step and a strong arm swings me up into the cab. I’m enveloped in man-scent. Not nasty, just the distinctively rich thick scent of Man. He juggles me around the huge steering wheel and various other pieces of equipment before depositing me on a seat to his right. He turns on a low, purplish under-dash light and examines what he has hauled in from the night. “Y’all kin call me Thad” he introduces himself. “From Sugar Hill,. I just thought since you've covered almost every other major area in the tag cloud that maybe you'd appreciate some leads, references, that sort of thing. One writer to another. We all start somewhere, and I can send you some files and web links that I found helpful." He may have been arrogant in analyzing me, but he had a point. In something over seventy stories, I'd written exactly three scenes of man-on-man action. None of them had the kind of explicit detail of my hetero stories or for that.