Story Orgy Presents: Heart of Clay Part 10 #mmromance #serial #Storyorgy

Good morning Story Orgy readers! Welcome back to Monday at the rock pile!

Spent the last week getting the latest Pulp Friction book all finished up and ready to send off to the editor, and Out in the Cold should be ready for all of you on August 1st.

Now I just need to figure out what to do next!
Meanwhile, Brad and Clay are in quite a state...

Heart of Clay 
Part 10

(c) June 2014 @Lee Brazil

He'd never noticed a door there before.
Good sense. That's what made him speed on up past the turn off to Clay's place. Clay was home on vacation, and he'd brought a date. Brad owed him at least a phone call before he headed over to clear the air again.
At least that's what he told himself.
The truth was, he was shaken to the core. His fingers were damp on the truck's steering wheel, his t-shirt clung to his back despite the air-conditioning, and his mouth was dry.
He couldn’t believe he was really contemplating telling Clay how he felt, how he'd felt all those years ago. It was the image of himself, looking half crazy and stinking of sweat and nerves bursting into Nan's drawing room and blurting out feelings that he should have gotten over a long time ago that made him keep driving.
At home, he showered put on clean cotton pajama pants and a soft tee, then picked up the phone to make the call.
Nan answered, her voice as warm and welcoming as ever. "Brad! Why how are you? Are you coming to dinner tonight?"
He flinched. "Aren't you…don't you have company?" The idea of sitting across from Clay's boyfriend, the man he'd fought with after fucking Brad the other night…Despite the fact that he was used to eating with Nan and Pip once a week and cutting their grass, he couldn’t do it.
"Clay's friend went back home today, dear. That's where Clay is now. Taking him to the bus station in town."
His heart leapt, and foolish hope joined it. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"Well I'm not." Nan said tartly. "Clay had no business bringing that boy out here."
"He's entitled to a boyfriend, Nan."
"If he'd just open his eyes…I told him a long time ago…" She muttered unintelligibly for a moment then, "Come to dinner, Brad. Pip and I enjoy your company and Clay needs to grow up."
"I'll…" He swallowed the lump in his throat and heard himself agreeing to be at the Merk place at six. "Can I bring anything?"
"Just yourself. Now, I've got to go. I have fifteen minutes to get the roast in the pot before the Contessa comes on."
The line went silent and Brad laughed softly, a little raggedly as he was dismissed. Nan and her shows. She loved her cooking channels, even though she was the best cook in the county and as far as he knew, never made a thing that she'd seen on television.
At loose ends, and unable to contemplate tackling any of the myriad chores that never seemed to be done in the house and on the farm, Brad set his phone on the table and laid down on the couch. A nap, and then he'd take the tractor on over and get started on the grass up at the Merk place, pay for his dinner.
His eyelids fell and he breathed with slow intent, forcing himself to relax and clear his mind of the chaotic thoughts Clay's presence had resurrected. The mantle clock ticked away, one tick, two tick, exhale. One tick, two tick inhale for a count of two.
One tick, two tick, three tick exhale.
He was upstairs… in the attic where the old steamer trunks and dusty cardboard boxes held the stories of his people, of their trek from St. Joseph across miles of wilderness, to pan for gold in the California streams. There were the diaries and the trinkets of Jorgensons who'd taken ship from Scandinavia with hope in their hearts of finding something more…
And there, far at the back…
There was a door he'd never seen before.
He was compelled forward, unable to stop his steps from speeding, unable to wake as dread grew. That door didn't belong there, and whatever was on the other side…
He stiffened his legs but the distance stretched out before him, speeding past in a rush of blurred artifacts, Great grandfather's ski's from the great war, the war to end all wars, the painting done by some obscure plein air painter of his great-greats on their wedding day…
He stretched out his arms to catch hold of something, anything sturdy enough to slow his progress, but still he rushed motionlessly toward that door, unable to shout, or even to speak.
Then the blur stilled, and the air seemed to rush in to fill the space around him, warm and cold currents teasing at his pajamas, cold droplets of sweat? Snow? Rain? Tickling his toes.
But there shouldn’t be any…because he was inside, in the attic, wasn't he?
He looked up, and saw open sky above his head with a sense of relief. Dreams are like that…they have a way of changing. He swallowed a few times, let the cool rain wash his face. Then looked back, and nearly choked.
The door was still there, and this time?
It was cracked open, a thin sliver of yellow light glowing behind it.
He took an involuntary step forward.
Faint voices, laughter and conversation seeped through the opening.
He took another step forward.
The door creaked open another inch or so. The noise grew slightly louder, a white hand appeared, gripping the door.
Brad's left foot rose, landed again a foot or so closer to the door. His body followed.
The hand pushed the door farther open. A thick wrist dotted with golden hair appeared, poking out of a blue chambray work shirt.
His throat tightened again, his eyes stung. Jesus. No…He'd lived through all these nightmares he could handle.
"Buh…" Forcing out the single sound felt like someone had raked his throat with sandpaper.
"Brad!" The door vanished, and in its place stood a very familiar figure.


If you enjoyed my post, click on over to the rest of the Orgiasts and read more! 


Crawl in Bed with SJ Thomas #mmromance #crawlinbed

Crawling Into Bed With SJ THOMAS
And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Well, I'd love to say silk, but in reality they would be cotton.

What are you wearing?
Hmm, I wish I was draped in some clingy sheer negligee that hugs my curves in all the right places, but my favorite pair of Disney pj's are much more likely.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Peanut butter M&M's

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Spare inhalers, assorted hairbands, nail files and make up, and stashed at the back paperback copy's of Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty trilogy!

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
Definitely roll up, as I feel the cold and I have to hug a pillow to be comfortable.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Well, only if I can put mine on yours too as I always have cold feet! We'll have to take turns.

What are we reading?

My Business, Your Pleasure, which is my first paranormal MM published as part of Evernight's Romance on the Go line.
If you cast your mind back you very kindly beta read an earlier version for me. The version we are reading tonight is slightly different as the original was aimed at another line.
I have had some really lovely reviews for this one and I just love my two smoking hot heroes, especially my deliciously wicked sex demon Elliot.
Justin has one rule: never get involved with immortals. It's bad for business and dangerous. Trouble is his business partner Elliot—an immortal being with undeniable sex appeal—makes him want to break that rule.
Hoping a night with an immortal will get this infatuation out of his system, Justin visits a rival club looking for a one-night stand. Elliot has wanted Justin for ages, but despite his best efforts has gotten nowhere. So when he learns about Justin's plans, he turns up at the club, hoping one night will turn into many more.
Will Justin let down his guard and let Elliot become his partner in more than just business?
"Looks like you've got this all planned out."
Elliot ignored the bitter accusation in Justin's voice, shrugging out of his jacket before he closed the curtains. When Elliot faced him, Justin stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his tousled dark blond hair falling across his brow, his usually calm, almost delicate features brimming with anger. Elliot suddenly found his courage failing him.
When he didn't speak, Justin narrowed his eyes. "Well? You wanted to talk, so talk. How did you find out about this tonight?"
As he looked at the man he wanted, Elliot knew he needed to be honest with him. "Kara helped me."
"Yeah, she figured out your plans and clued me in."
"She what? I can't believe this. She is so fired." Justin paced back and forth for a few seconds, and then stopped, his head jerking toward Elliot. "How did she know what I was up to?
"Kara's smart and she knows you too well. Plus she worries about you. She thinks you work to hard and worries that you're lonely."
Justin's brow furrowed as he shook his head. "But why did she tell you?"
"She's a good friend, and she knows how I feel about you."
A sharp intake of air was Justin's only reaction, and Elliot forced himself to carry on. "I've wanted you for ages, Justin, but I knew you'd never go out with me. Your damn rules about not getting involved with immortals would stop you. She thought if I got you away from work, then you might admit your feelings for me. If I could get you to see me as something other than your business partner." He gestured down at himself.
Justin followed the movement, his gaze sweeping over Elliot. His full lips parted, eyes darkening with obvious lust and Elliot's cock swelled in reaction, body growing hard with desire. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Elliot stifled a groan.
Justin spoke in a husky voice. "I'd have never thought you could pull that look off."
Elliot shrugged. "I've had many different looks in my life." He offered a cocky smiled. "And I've rocked them all."
Justin's mouth twitched and hope flared within Elliot, until Justin shook his head. "This," Justin gestured to the champagne, "and you," he nodded toward Elliot, "doesn't change anything. Why would you think it would?"
"I know you are attracted to me, but you've never acted on it. I tried so many times to take our relationship further, but you always shut me down."
Justin's brow furrowed, his expression turning pained. "You know why I have my rules. The club runs better if we don't get involved with the clients—"
"I'm not a client." Elliot's voice was harsh in the snug confines of the booth.
"No, but you are an immortal. How can I tell our staff to keep their distance if I can't myself?"
"So, what is this all about then?" Elliot tilted his head toward the club. "You came here for a one-night stand with an immortal, a stranger. Is that keeping your distance?" Anger and frustration flowed through Elliot. The thought of Justin fucking some random immortal who'd do God knows what to him, filled Elliot with rage. Vampires bit, werewolves clawed, and some breeds of demons tasted their lover's souls. Image after image of immortal creatures hurting Justin flitted through Elliot's mind.
"I was doing it to get over you!" Justin shouted, and that nasty little creature called hope once again flared inside Elliot.
"You do want me then." Elliot spoke it as a statement, not a question.
Justin ran his fingers through his hair. "Maybe I do, but I'll never act on it. I am not going to risk our relationship for one night of sex. And I couldn't face myself if I was such a hypocrite." Justin shook his head. "This isn't what I wanted tonight."
Despair and frustration fueled Elliot's next words. "No, I know what you wanted. A night of make-believe with some random guy. Well, get this straight, if you aren't going to be with me then you're not going to be with anyone else, mortal or immortal. I'm not letting any other creature get his hands on you."
Justin's lips parted, his eyes going wide. "Tell me you didn't just say that?"
Elliot didn't answer. He just lifted his chin and set his lips in a stubborn line.
Justin laughed bitterly. "You immortals, thinking you own the world. This is exactly why I don't want to get involved with your kind. I see the possessiveness, the control you want over your lovers." He stomped over, getting right up in Elliot's face, sexy as hell in his anger. "No man, mortal or immortal, owns me. No man will control me, got that?"
He'd never seen Justin so angry, so forceful. All Elliot wanted to do was take Justin in his arms and crush their lips together. "You're sexy when you're angry, you know that?"
Justin's lips parted and he gave a sharp exhale. "You are unbelievable. And I am not going to do this."
He went to step away, but Elliot gripped his arm, stopping him. The look Justin gave his hand would have sent an enraged demon running, but Elliot refused to be frightened off that easily. "Justin, please. Don't walk away from this. You have no idea how good this could be."
Justin’s gaze flicked up to Elliot's face, and for the briefest second Elliot saw indecision in those hazel depths. Then Justin's jaw tightened, and with a methodical movement he took Elliot's hand and forced it away from his arm. "I can't do this with you." Justin's voice was strained, full of anguish, and as he yanked aside the curtains and walked away, pain speared through Elliot's chest.
Elliot let out a ragged breath, his gaze tracking Justin as he weaved his way across the dance floor. Shit, that couldn't have gone any worse. He stood for a moment, unsure whether to follow or just let Justin go.
No. This might be his only chance to have Justin, and even if all he got was a single night, Elliot wanted it too much to give up without a fight. Elliot squared his shoulders and stalked across the dance floor.
Please include purchase links and web links where readers can find you.
I can be found here:

Twitter @SJThomas25

Crawl in Bed With JJ Black #mmromance #authorinterview

Crawling Into Bed JJ Black And a Good Book July 17

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Always cotton. I love the way it feels against my skin.
What are you wearing?
Just panties. Gotta keep the downstairs covered but I like to let the twins be free J
What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
I’m not a big fan of snacking in bed but I will always make an exception for dark chocolate. **licks lips hungrily**
If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Pens, a television remote, army guys, a handful of change, AA batteries (hey, I was looking for those the other night!), a notebook, a Barbie shoe, wait…is that the Holy Grail?!?!
Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
A little of both. I always have to have at least a sheet on, pulled up to the chin, but I like to have one leg sticking out. I like to be able to wiggle my toes J
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
You can try but I’m pretty sure my own cold feet and legs will scare you away. Can we say, icicles?
What are we reading?
Our Omega (Great Lakes Wolves #2)

Dax cleared his throat, his feet nervously shuffling side to side. “I’m not sure if you remember me. I’m Dax Marshall, Kellan’s cousin. I was there the night Carl—well—the night we got you back. I’ve been meaning to come by and see you. I just wanted to check in and see how things were going. I wanted to stop by sooner, but I’ve been out of town a lot lately.” Dax’s gaze dropped to his feet as an enticing blush stained his cheeks.

Noah had to fight the strong desire to brush his fingers along that faint line of pink. He knew if he allowed even that small touch, he’d lose his resolve and take his mate where he stood. From the bits and pieces of information he’d managed to glean about the other man over the last few months, Noah was confident that Dax was a good-hearted, kind man. He deserved the best mate the gods could give him, which was why Noah knew he couldn’t allow himself to touch the stunning Beta. He wasn’t worthy.

Noah straightened his shoulders. He tried for his best impression of cold indifference and prayed it was believable. “Thanks for the concern, but, as you can see, I am fine. Please save your worry for someone who needs it.”

Turning his back on Dax’s open-mouthed shock, Noah scanned the room for an alternate exit but came up empty. He resigned himself to the fact that the only way out was behind his mate. When he tried to push his way past, Dax grabbed his wrist, halting his progress.

Noah quirked his brow and gave him an imperious glare. “Excuse me?”

Dax looked down at his hand, realized it was still wrapped tightly around Noah’s wrist then immediately let go, like the appendage was on fire. He drew in a sharp breath, remorse forefront on his face.

“Jesus, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had…” His voice trailed off as he stared at Noah, like he was seeing him for the first time and Noah was the most amazing thing in the entire world.

“Do you smell—?” Dax muttered, his voice filled with a warring mix of wonder and confusion.

“I don’t smell anything,” Noah replied, panicked. With the scent of his own arousal perfuming the air, it was just a matter of time before Dax picked up on it. He needed to get away—fast. “If you don’t mind, I need to get past you. I have things to do.”

A large hand shot out and grabbed the front of his shirt as he made to go around the big Beta. “Will you just wait a minute? You know, you’re kind of being an ass right now.”

Dax flashed Noah a devastating smile that should have been illegal and did ridiculous things to his libido. It took every ounce of control Noah had not to respond to it.

“From what my brothers tell me, being an ass is one of my major talents. Now that you’ve confirmed the rumor, I really do need to get going.”

Noah tried to pull away, but Dax held firm. He wasn’t going anywhere unless he jerked away hard enough to rip the shirt from his body. While it might get him his freedom, it would be pretty suspicious and was sure to garner him way more attention than he wanted.

Dax took another step toward him, bringing their bodies flush. There was no way Dax could miss the state of his arousal. The answering bulge that prodded his thigh just served to make his own cock that much harder. He held his breath when Dax leaned in, burying his face in the curve of Noah’s neck, drawing in a breath then releasing it on a sigh. At that moment, Noah knew all his work to distance himself from Dax had been wasted. The mate was out of the bag. He expected questions, but they never came. Dax leaned more fully into Noah, nosing his way behind his ear where he drew in deep lungfuls of Noah’s scent.

“You smell so good,” Dax practically purred.

They stood frozen there for what could have been hours. Noah knew he should pull away, but with the man he’d longed for finally in his arms, he couldn’t fight the instinctive need to keep him close. He allowed Dax to settle against him, his weight a comforting presence after so much time spent in his self-imposed seclusion.

When Dax finally lifted his head, his eyes were wide, brimming with a combination of need, confusion and such overwhelming happiness that it nearly stole Noah’s breath. To be on the receiving end of a look like that was both humbling and terrifying. Dax scanned Noah’s face, his focus alternating between Noah’s eyes and mouth, before lowering his head back into the curve of Noah’s shoulder.

There was hot, moist breath on Noah’s neck then the press of soft lips skimming up the side of his throat. A guttural moan tore free of Noah’s chest as Dax’s wet tongue traced up the cord of his neck before nipping a path back down. What was left of his control snapped, leaving him powerless to fight his building lust. Grabbing Dax’s hips in a punishing grip, Noah ground his swollen cock against Dax’s equally hard shaft. They settled into a grueling pace, Noah could feel himself getting closer to release with every thrust of his hips.

Pulling away from Noah’s throat, Dax tilted his head and brought his mouth down on Noah’s in a brutal meeting of teeth and tongues. There was no gentleness in the kiss, and that was just fine with Noah. For months, he had imagined what it would be like to kiss this man. Now he knew and it was more than he’d ever imagined. It was mind blowing. It was amazing how something so simple could shake his world so completely. The kiss was bruising and rough but also full of care and passion. Noah had never experienced anything like it and was loving every second.

It took them a moment to get in sync, both men struggling for control, but they soon found a rhythm that allowed them to share the dominant role seamlessly. Give and take took on a new meaning when describing their intimacy. Noah lost himself in the pleasure of their coupling, too far gone for the outside world to even register. The need for oxygen finally became too great. He jerked away, heaving and gasping for breath as he tried to drag air back into his depleted lungs.
Noah was at a loss for what to say. He couldn’t believe he had allowed himself to lose control so completely. His plan to give Dax the freedom to find a more deserving life partner was becoming less and less likely by the minute. It would have been difficult to let the man go before. Now that he knew what his hard body felt like, pressed tight against his own, Noah wasn’t sure it was even still possible to walk away.

Daring a glance in his mate’s direction, Noah took in his wide eyes and lust-blown pupils. A smug sense of satisfaction filled him as he realized that he’d been the one to cause such a reaction in the powerful Beta. A smile quirked the side of Noah’s mouth as he licked his kiss-swollen lips, savoring the sweet flavor of his mate on his tongue. Dax, on the other hand, looked shell-shocked.

Quirking a brow, Noah met his mate’s eyes. “Dax?”

Dax swallowed, eyes wide with confusion. His quietly murmured answer barely reached Noah’s ears.


Buy Links

You can find JJ at:


Taking Chance is now a Best Seller at Amazon! #pulpfriction #mmserial

Many thanks to all the readers out there! I just discovered that Taking Chance is now Ranked at Amazon! #pulpfriction #mmserial

Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #17,966 Paid in Kindle Store
#3 in Kindle Store > Kindle Short Reads > One hour (33-43 pages) > Gay & Lesbian
#11 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Gay & Lesbian > Fiction > Short Stories
#32 in Kindle Store > Kindle Short Reads > One hour (33-43 pages) > Romance

Revisit Chance and Rory while they check in on Cannon in Flagstaff! 


Story Orgy Presents: Heart of Clay Part 9 #mmromance #serial

Good morning Story Orgy readers! Sorry for the long absence, I was getting caught up with my family in real life. Had a reunion which nearly everyone managed to attend. It was awesome.

 But I er.. kind of got behind on some things I was planning to do... including Heart of Clay- but here we are, back in the Monday morning groove!

Heart of Clay 
Part 9

(c) June 2014 @Lee Brazil

June 30th - Well, he hadn't expected that. & July 14: "Sh. Hear that?"
Well, he hadn't expected that. Still pondering how his coworker could have made it down to the peach orchard and Clay not see him, he decided to track down Augie and find out firsthand what had happened, and what he might have seen.
What if Augie saw him talking to Bobby's ghost?
Worse, what if he hadn't?
He walked back to the house, unease speeding his steps. The kitchen was empty, but the scent of chocolate indicated some baking was in process, and after an appreciative sniff, Clay went on to the living room, where Nan sat knitting and making faces at the television. The elderly woman had been watching her "stories" mid-morning for as long as Clay could remember.
"You know where Augie went after he helped with the dishes"
"He said something about packing." She cast him a fleeting glance, then turned her attention back to the television. "Seems like…I don't want to be nosy, Clayton, but why did you bring that boy out here if you weren't going to pay any attention to him?"
More guilt? "It was a mistake. But be fair, I haven't been here all that long either."
"Tut." She shook her head and waved her knitting at him. "Go on, I'm missing my story."
Clay bit back the reminder that the modern television had a pause function, and if she wanted to she could stop her show, talk to him and then pick back up watching it right where she'd stopped. Nan was elderly, but she knew well enough how tech worked. If she hadn't paused her show it was because she didn't want to talk to him, which given what she did say, was probably due to some disappointment in his behavior. "Okay. Pip said he'd be back for lunch. I'm going to find Augie."
He closed the door and headed for the front entryway and the stairs to the second floor. Augie's bedroom door was open, and there were sounds…thumps and bangs and muttered voices coming from within.
Bracing himself for an argument, though he'd never found Augie aggressive, Clay walked over and leaned in the doorway with affected nonchalance. Satisfied with his casual appearance, he didn't want Augie thinking he was nervous…Never let them see you sweat, he pushed the door further open with his toe.
Augie glanced over at him, pale freckled face flushing a cute pink. "Um…" He gestured at his suitcase open on the bed, the open closet door, and clothes piled on the quilt-covered bed. "I’m packing."
Nodding genially Clay smiled politely. "May I ask why?"
Augie stripped a green polo shirt off a hanger and after a feeble attempt to fold it, flung it on top of the suitcase. "Why? You don't want me here. I think I should leave."
"Did you follow me out of the house last night?" Grabbing the bull by the horns, Clay broached the subject on his mind.
"No!" Augie burst out, but his gaze skittered to the mirror over the wash stand, then away, and his flush deepened. He grabbed another hanger and began working the shirt off it.
"Nan saw you." He allowed his anger and frustration to show. "In fact, I just had a very uncomfortable talk with Pip because they appear to think we had an intimate encounter down in the peach orchard last night."
Augie's color fled, and if anything he was more pale than before. His hands clenched on the shirt he held, and he swallowed hard. "I don't remember." His jaw worked, lips moved but no sound came out.
"What?" Clay intercepted Augie's skittish gaze by stepping directly in front of the man. "You don't remember?"
He found himself staring at the top of Augie's head. "I had a drink. When I heard you leave, I went out on the landing, and yeah… I followed you…but I must have passed out Clay. I woke up down there by the fence, laying on some old bench."
He seemed genuinely terrified, and Clay hadn't expected that. "A drink?" His eyes narrowed suspiciously. He'd been out, at a few office parties and celebratory gatherings with Augie and the rest of the staff. The man had never seemed inclined to overindulge.
He followed his coworker's gaze to a small bottle of scotch, basic Jack Daniels from the look of it. Though the label was turned so that he couldn't' read it, he could definitely tell that it was mostly full. "You've got to be kidding me." Even at an office party the man drank more than that without passing out.
"No. I swear I'm not. I remember following you out…then nothing until I woke up." He shuddered. "I have to leave. I think… I must have embarrassed myself, and you. Will you take me to the bus stop?"
Clay snorted. He had to be desperate if he was willing to take a bus back to the city. Still, Augie gone fell in with Clay's plans nicely, so…"Sure. I'll take you, but you didn't do anything. And neither did I!" He added as Augie flushed again.
"I just hope you won't hold this against me. I know you brought me here for a reason…"
"I told you before Augie, sex isn't the reason."
"I figured that out. You wanted a buffer between yourself and your grandparents. I get it. I just can't do it, not when…This is just too weird. Maybe I'm sick or something. That's it. I'm going home and seeing a doctor."
A squeaky sharp noise in the hallway, not floorboards creaking, but just as familiar a sound caught Clay's attention. "Sh. Hear that?" He glanced over at the cracked bedroom door, then waved Augie to follow him.
Nan was watching her shows, Pip was in town, Augie was with him. That noise didn't belong. He followed the squeaky sounds to the bathroom door, nudged it open with his foot. Augie stood behind him in the open doorway. Clouds of steam billowed about the room, a drip plinked steadily in the tub. The sink was damp, but what held his attention was the mirror.
The squeaky sound had been familiar for a reason, he'd heard it many times before. Not so much since he'd been an adult, sure, but what kid never wrote in the steam on the bathroom mirror or the condensation on a window pane?
"What does that mean?" Augie's voice brought him back to consciousness, to awareness of the impossibility of the situation.
"Let him go?" He shook his head, looking around the room, for a sign of someone, anyone, even though he knew this was a message from Bobby…from the "other side". "I think it means I should drive you to the bus station." And then head on down to the bench.
He nodded briefly at the mirror, for lack of eyes to make contact with, and assuming that Bobby would get the message.
He turned back and hustled Augie down the hall, suddenly anxious to get the packing done and send his coworker on his way. "You finish packing, I'll google up a ticket and a bus schedule." He pushed Augie toward the guest room and continued on toward his own room. Halfway there, he turned back, "I am sorry that you're leaving, but I have a situation to take care of that I never should have brought you into in the first place."
Augie stopped walking toward his room, but didn't turn back. "I got that impression. No hard feelings Clay."


If you enjoyed my post, click on over to the rest of the Orgiasts and read more! 

Be Yourself

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955