She bared her fangs. The smell was—Terrible.The drunk man rolled over and belched, scratching his hairy belly. Lenore moved on. Even she had standar...s.Latos arrived on foot because the police kept pulling his carriage over for obstructing traffic. He followed two delicious-looking girls for a few blocks and saw that they were going to the two-story house on the corner, the one alive with lights and music and conversation. He chuckled at the young people in their Halloween costumes. "Ah,. “That shit turns me on so much, bitch!”“You like that, big daddy!”“Oh yeah,” groaned the dark-skinned aggressor. “That ass is so fuckin’ tight!”Dwight collapsed on Gaspar as he continued heaving. He wrapped his arms around the slender effeminate semi-relative. His manhood felt so wonderful thundering in and out of the fuck toy. He kissed the younger man’s neck and whispered, “Damn, boi! You can take some dick!”Gaspar whined, “You like fucking my little faggot femboi pussy with your real man. ‘So, how are you?’ You probably can’t get any more banal than that. ‘I’m fine. Been writing a little. I have a new project I’m working on, about traveling and tourism. How about you?’ ‘Oh nothing much. I’ve been unpacking most of the week and haven’t really had the time to write anything. I’ve started a new novel but I’ve been lazy about it lately.’ ‘Yeah, I know what that’s like. When you don’t have the muse, you can lose interest. But it comes back, trust me and then it turns out better. Was it confidence in my, well Rhee’s and my, just-stated assertions about our interest in “fooling around with Dad?” Was it looking for the answer to the legal question that I had blatantly exposed?I didn’t know for what he searched, so I didn’t know for what to hope that he’d find, and as time continued to pass, I got more-and-more anxious, more-and-more certain that he was going to pull the plug on my long-held dream, inchoate as it was on inception, more-defined as I matured, to make love.