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Since Dolly was protected froe bronze Stingray Corvette, which was always thief bait despite its expensive security devices

Quicksilver stood dancing from forefoot to forefoot twenty feet aired to race the Corvette home Even my skie area, but I liked the a car that had the road feel of a very large and intimate vibrator

Sometimes the intensity of our physical reactions scaredup in group homes made me defensive and emotionally cautious Ric was from a poor Mexican fa of coyotes, the heartless desert rats who take h the Sonora and Chihuahua Desert wilds into the US There the coyotes often abandon theave real coyotes a bad naally i the entertainic co Ricardo Montoya was forced to find and raise zoot away and grew up to be the man I’d recently met: an educated, attractive, sexually sophisticated drop-out froovernment job who dressed like a Gentleman’s Quarterly white-collar stud

I wasn’t a for There had to be a whale of a backstory between the man in the present and the illiterate boy on the brink of puberty living a That boy had relied on visions of Our Lady of Guadalupe as an ersatz azine collaborated with a va hiht

Me, I’d coainst lying oneffect on each other

Our cars said a lot about us Dolly was a 1956 Caddy Biarritz, a classic car Duringon other people’s castoffs and learned to love the plunder to be found from families who didn’t honor their own history-history I would have given

Dolly was a battleship: flashy, big, slow, ponderous, but with enough hidden power under the hood to tow Superman She was my fortress Ric’s small sixties-era Corvette was fast, sleek, powerful, the perfect escape car

And now here I was a passive passenger in Ric’s car, and liking it Group ho up How could I not like it? Ric drove the sports car like he didthemy thin silver hip chain, which put ain in a couple ways Caresses were one butterfly wing away fro, and this chain wasn’t the depart incarnation of a lock of albino hair fro with Snow’s sending gavein a threesome nobody knew about butand pushed three fingers tight inside my leather pants, under that ridiculously short zipper

Man, that hoes, Irma kibitzed

Yeah As nificant part of ed with every bone and drop of blood in my body to find the last, hidden key to Ric’s past and heal any wounds still borne by that brutalized boy in the desert And maybe I would Someday

The courtyard to Ric’s house, hidden behind six-foot-high pale stucco walls, resee central fountain plinking away like a watery harpsichord

A girl could feel like Zorro bait pressed against a stucco wall in the war vine while six feet of hungryvah Ricardo Montoya was luring me more and more to that inclination

His hands were on , untilhis as much as his mouth subverted a pelvic tilt That oughta hit hiood-

Irroaned and pulled back "We better find a rooether, ress God! Now I knehat all the Top Forty hits were about

The kitchen was dark and vaguely reflective, the living rooreeted us with an instru me to the master suite, where we’d first made love It had been in front of a mirror

So the wild thing, not me Now that I knew I had mirror connections, I wondered if that hywith a man had resulted in cli at the low platform bed as we came in Beds cried for the missionary position and I wasn’t ready for that The warh, yet I wanted to be there again

As we entered the bedroolobes above the over-the-sinkschandelier over the sunken tub He nodded to a curve of glass blocks

"I’ to shower off the temp tattoos and Sinkhole Scumboy Feel free to look around"

"Shouldn’t I wash off Biker Chick too?"

"You’re perfect the way you are Don’t change one sexy thang" He vanished behind the wall, still dressed in his disreputable Sinkhole disguise duds

Well, that was clear No lingering, naked shower together I’d seen so many shower scenes in TV movies I was disappointed On the other hand, at least it wasn’t Psycho Shivering a little at theblack-and-white at the Bates Motel, I accepted his invitation to snoop A reporter is an incurable spy I opened one of the bathroom’s talk-in closet doors And walked in

The clothes were neatly hung on two levels Men wore only separates No need for a long gown rack My vintage stuff wasthene and the natural scent of soap and skin under it My sense of s experience in Sunset Park

Every piece was natural fiber: tropical weight wool suits and silk or silk-cotton blend shirts A built-in set of drawers increasing in depth froold cuff links, a bracelet I’d never seen him wear, a slender neck chain with a medal of some kind Beloas a sea of silky boxer shorts, all black, below that, socks just as silky in shades of beige toMohave Desert

I heard water running, hitting tile, and considered walking in, totally dressed

No Ric needed his distance Just as his clothes were all selected to cosset his body and cosseted me by proxy, I’d been selected because I suited his body and mind and, hopefully, heart and soul So he said, but could he really knoell enough so quickly to be sure?

Ties were on a pullout rack All silk, all subtle, all long and s my objective reporter’s instincts

I suddenly realized the pitter-patter of shoater had stopped and ht snooping with very bad, even confessable, thoughts

Or into the bathroom, vastly improper

Ric’s hair was damp, yet still thick and smooth He was se He wore black satin boxer shorts and aoff his broad shoulders

Introducing, in the center ring, ladies and ladies, the Cadaver Kid

I hated the brutal so-called sport of boxing I loved the boxer in the room with ious motto

His skin was sleek and brown as amber, his pecs taut, his abdone advertising director I could get the Cadaver Kid such an endorsement dealbut I’m selfish He was all mine

"Wow," I said "You look even better wet And you’re allrequireh was the advertised music to my ears Most of all, I wanted to make him happy We walked into each other and then stayed there

"Ric," I said finally, choosing et the infornize Sinkhole Slimeboy All your clothes here are so smooth and soft and sensuous I understand why you’d love that after having been burned to a cinder as a kid in the Mexican desert, but da fucked by just your clothes Is that norainst my hypersensitive skin and bones I felt like a very happy drum

"No, it’s not normal, but I feel the same and, anyway, are you nored me all my life "Probably not I just want to understand How can GQ guy co-exist with Sinkhole Sliress Delilah?"

I just laid my cheek on his chest and rubbed my Lip-Venomed mouth over his nipple until he bent to take my mouth with his

"You want to talk?" he asked finally