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Dad's Little Room

Posted on: February 21, 2008
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Untitled Masterpiece #2: Unspoken

Posted on: February 21, 2008
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UNTITLED MASTERPEICEPART ONE: BODIESUNSPOKENIt had been a lazy day, gone by in a whir. He hadn’t made it to working on the gate, other than to walk over to take a good look at it. He was half afraid that if he did he’d have to face the stranger. He wasn’t up for that, pardon the pun.Instead he unpacked and made the place a little more his own, basically spending the day getting to know his new home and finding the comfort of being in it. It was now late. He had showered, watched a little TV and suddenly felt a little fenced in.Here it was Saturday night, in a new town, a whopping big metropolis to boot, and he was alone. Other than a few people at work, he had not had the time to begin socializing. He made a mental note to rectify that shortly. He found himself in the master bedroom, deciding to just turn in and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. A first he thought to open the curtains and the glass doors, but decided not to tempt fate. He stripped to his boxers sprawled out on the bed and lit the next in a day long series of Marlboros.His cell phone rang. He reached for it and flipped it open with the usual half forgotten “Hello.”“Ian?” He recognized the voice, but didn’t place it immediately.“Yeah, who’s this?”“Forgotten me already have you?” The man chuckled.“Billy?”“Yeah, ...

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Posted on: February 19, 2008
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Alone Time

Posted on: February 19, 2008
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Attention Wal-Mart Shoppers

Posted on: February 18, 2008
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Dad's Little Room, Part 2

Posted on: February 18, 2008
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Eye Candy

Posted on: February 17, 2008
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Posted on: February 17, 2008
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Posted on: February 16, 2008
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Breakfast at Emerson's

Posted on: February 16, 2008
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