Saturday morning, he'd showered, then stood in front of the sink to shave, a towel wrapped around his hips. The cut on his throat was healing. Only two small marks remained. Spreading shaving cream on his jaw, Brock looked at the printout he had made from his computer and taped on the mirror. "LO...
I admitted it.” “And you can be gay. It’s okay.” “No. It ain’t okay to do what I did out in the open. That kind of thing is for the bedroom. I know that. It’s just…just this guy…this fella, he’s…” “Gorgeous?” she laughed as she replied. Charlie smiled at her silly giggle. “Like wow!” She fanned h...
I heard he threw up. Tossed his cookies." Sitting on the bench in the west precinct's gym, Dave cringed at the retelling of the tale about the poor cop who got sick after seeing the crime scene. Cops were nosy. Cops were insensitive. Or were cops just afraid of their own frailties? "You didn't ge...