Oscar was Oscar Perez, a newly retired 62 year old former pipe fitter who was also married, but the burly Hispanic did a much better job of balancing ...is life than Charlie did.Oscar was likely waiting for him right now, Charlie guessed, sitting out on his patio smoking one of those disgusting cigars of his. Oscar didn't like to be kept waiting, and more than once had chosen not to when Charlie made his climb over the fence too late.Just thinking about the husky balding man made Charlie start to. I'm still out of work and still broke. I'm getting desperate man." Why the fuck are you calling me with your sob stories?" Bruno barked."You remember when I was dating Shelly?" I started."Oh, yea. That little hottie was way out of your league. Never understood what she saw in you. I could have made her a big star if she'd been willing to get nasty on screen." Yea, Bruno, that's what I'm calling about, I remembered you had some connections in the porn industry, and well, I was wondering if you. After he's had his jollies, he wants us back in the kitchen."I didn't know what to say to Brad, but he was not there when we returned to the kitchen. Samantha found her empty glass. "Do this for me?"I took our drinks to the coffee table and turned on the news. She sat close. "This isn't love, but you made me feel special. I like to be close to you right now."I tilted her chin. "I like being close to you, too." We kissed repeatedly."What are you going to feed me, Frank? I'm sick of pizza." Oho!. Although she was bigger and broader than Ihad been as a man, the facial resemblance and hair color were closeenough--- as long as someone wasn't paying close attention."Just a minute!" I shouted. "Just a minute! I'm coming!"My God, is that an irritating voice, I thought, as I pulled myself ontothe side of the bed, realizing to my embarrassment that voice was mine.Long, tangled hair cascaded into my face. I brushed it away with theback of a hand, as my sleep-filled eyes focused on long, smooth.