It was kind of awkward, and I’ve always been the type to do something totally inappropriate at a time like that. I noticed that Gary was checking ou... my tits in the low cut sundress I was wearing and I knew he’d also been ‘a fan’ of the performance I had turned in on set before. (He had an amazing hard-on which I saw tenting out his pants as he watched behind the lights.)I smiled and asked if either of them would like a quick hand-job for $20. After all, we both hand nothing else to do and I. Amongst the Genteli, Zan knew that he wasn’t so unusual. His people didn’t really care who or what you screwed as long as you produced a kid or two now and then, along the way.Zan was in the diner when Essco came in. His little comment to Tammy last week had him in the shit with most of the crew, and the guy was surly. Zan and Hue were about the only people who talked to Essco willingly.Essco plopped down on the chair beside Zan. “Fuck that Tammy is a whore. She was just letting that little. They'd started upstairs first, then moved down to the back of our first-floor digs, beginning with the pantry window and now moving on to our bedroom."Whoa, look at that!" I heard as I walked down the hall. I saw one of the guys staring at the semi-nude of Beth that hung over our bed. The picture that had taken the place of the oil portrait over her bed at home was one of the first things she'd brought to our new place. I guess both of us had gotten so used to seeing it hanging there that. Deceptive. And truly conceited. They hate everyone who isn’t exactly like them. Bastards and bitches, that’s all they are. People wonder where my anger comes from. Many folks think I’ve got it made. I have a degree in criminal justice from a nice school in Massachusetts. I have written and published many books of urban fiction featuring themes like black male life in collegiate and corporate America, men’s issues, male bisexuality and so on. I am openly bisexual, living alone in a small.