Story Orgy Monday - A Tabled Affair part 6

Happy Story Orgy Monday! WhooHooo!!! It sure is feeling good in Texas. I love autumn. Love it!

Pssttt...c'mere. *Whispers in your ear, points to the link* Remember last week when I said, "Don't worry. I'll remind you?" Speaking of loving something, you're gonna love this. Check this out. Hank Edwards is on podcast this week. Part one this Monday and then part two one week later. Click on over to Dr. Dick's Sex Advice and listen to what Hank has to say.

And now for Mauricio and Damian; remember last week when the scene ended with Damian walking up to Mauricio with them cookies? Yeah, you know...those cookies from Ms. Feagley. I'm not sure if it's something in the air or not, but I think Mauricio had his own needs this week.

Thank goodness for Jade Basier though. She always seems to give me just the right inspiration with her keen taste in photography and imagery. This week's prompt is dialogue. So, sit back and enjoy part six of A Tabled Affair. When you're finished, we'll hop on over to the other orgiast's blogs to see how they used the dialogue prompt, "Ah yes. I remember. It seems like yesterday." 

A Tabled Affair part 6

Damian snaked an arm around Mauricio’s shoulder, mumbling under his breath about cookies and parole officers. Mauricio braced his legs to support the heavy lean into his side while Damian forced them into a turn. Watching the vein on Damian's forehead pop out was all Mauricio needed to constitute reason for him to officially be concerned.

Damian's free hand chopped at the air and emphasized each word as he spoke. "Crazy. Stuff."  He stopped shuffling, bringing Mauricio to a stop as well. Then he looked directly at Mauricio, his eyes wild. "Crazy, I tell you!"

"What the hell is wrong with you, Damian?" Mauricio took a step toward the house, taking the lead away from Damian. "Whatever is going on, you're here now. We can sit down and talk through it." Mauricio opened the door and waved his guest inside.

Mauricio squeezed and released Damian's neck and shoulder muscles as he listened to Damian rant. Then suddenly, what Damian had been saying sank in. "Wait." Mauricio leaned forward to see Damian’s face. "Did you say...voices?"

"Well, you don't have to stop rubbing." Mauricio knew that Damian's words were nothing more than nervous tension and frustration bubbling to the surface. Mauricio's mind reeled as he pondered all that Damian had said. They were going round in circles and nothing was getting resolved. The tension in the room was still palpable. And Mauricio knew just what to do about it.

"You just need a good rubdown and some attention. That's all." Mauricio searched his brain for the right thing to say. A way to express the high regard he felt for Damian. Mauricio leaned down and whispered into Damian's ear. "Do you remember the day we met? How you were shy and didn't want to open up to me?"

Damian turned to Mauricio. His cute dimples replaced the furrows above his brow and his smile spoke volumes.  “Ah yes. I remember. It seems like yesterday. Your magic wand melted all my problems away.”

Nodding toward his bedroom, Mauricio wiggled his fingers, waggled his brows and smiled."And the magic begins right here in these fingertips."

     

Mauricio lead Damian down the dimly lit hallway toward his bedroom. Just outside his door, Mauricio spun a half-turn on his heels and backed Damian into the wall. "I have waited a long time." With a firm grip on his lover's jaw, Mauricio licked at the seam of Damian's lips. "Such a very long time."

Mauricio closed his eyes and handed his trust over to Damian. With diligent nips and gentle tugs at Mauricio's lips, Damian stole Mauricio's breath and returned it to him on his next words. "I've had dreams of you. Of us."

"Dreams huh?" Mauricio leaned against Damian's chest, pinning him to the wall. His fingers worked along Damian’s sides, tracing hard muscles under the soft cotton shirt he wore. Mauricio traced his tongue from Damian’s collarbone to his earlobe, leaving a trail of spit to slowly blow on.

"Yes. That's right. Shudder for me, handsome." Mauricio planted a deep kiss on Damian then straightened up. "Strip."

In a matter of seconds, Damian was completely naked and had his body meshed with Mauricio’s again.

Against the wall and grunting, Damian squirmed under Mauricio's brawny build. "Fuck me like you use to, Mauricio."

     

"I plan on it." Mauricio pulled Damian away from the hall wall and spun him around. "Spread your legs and show me that ass."

Damian did exactly as he was told. His back arched a little, preening as he winked at Mauricio over his shoulder.

Mauricio licked the length of his palm. "Whose ass is mine?"

Smack. His hand fully connected with Damian's ass, filling the hall with the echo of a lone passionate whimper.

"Fuck my hole hard, Maurice. Make me forget these crazy–"

Smack.

"Ungh. Fuck yeah. Fuck!" Damian pressed his forehead into the wall  as he reached back and spread his ass cheeks. 

Mauricio spit into the groove of soft skin between Damian's fleshy mounds. "Tell me what it is you want again."

Mauricio slicked his dick too, sliding it slowly against Damian's ass.

Smack.  

Mauricio pressed the swollen head to Damian's spit-slickened hole.

"Tell me."

Damian braced his footing and growled. "Your cock. You know how I like–"

Mauricio rammed his throbbing cock, feeling the skin and muscle stretch around him, tight and hot.

"Oh god! Fuck. Ungh..." Damian's grunts and moans sounded more like squeals of delight to Mauricio. The sting of the hard thrust must have gone away quickly. Damian's ass worked Mauricio's prick just like he'd remembered. "Damn, baby. It's all yours. Take that dick."

A few moments of watching Damian's ass rise and fall, going in circles, Mauricio felt Damian's legs quiver and his ass muscles milk his dick. "I'm coming. Here I come."

"Oh, baby! You're gonna pull it right out of me. Take it, baby. Take it."

Just as Damian squeezed out the last of Mauricio's cum, Damian wailed.

***TBC***

What the hell? Damian, why are you wailing? All good things must come to an end, right? *Giggles* Okay...okay...that wasn't nice. I agree. However, *coughs* moving right along, let's go over here and see what the other writers are up to. Cllllllick...

Em Woods - http://authoremwoods.com/

Hank Edwards - http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

Havan Fellows - http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

  Lee Brazil - http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Jade Basier (SO Photographer) - http://jadebaiser.blogspot.com/

A Tabled Affair part five

Did you take a moment to remember Matthew Shepard?:

"The Matthew Shepard Foundation was founded by Dennis and Judy Shepard in memory of their 21-year old son, Matthew, who was murdered in an anti-gay hate crime in Wyoming in October 1998" (Matthew Shepard Foundation, 2010, para. 1). You can get more information here {à} at Matthew Shepard Foundation.

Coming out day:

"Whether you're lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender or a straight ally, be proud of who you are and your support for LGBT equality this Coming Out Day!" (Human Rights Campaign, 2011, para. 1). They have a fantastic website! Take time to share the wonderful stories! National Coming Out Day is quickly approaching…mark your calendars – Tuesday, October 11, 2011.

Hank's podcast:

Weeee doggie! Hank snatchy-snooed yet another great opportunity. Get familiar with this Dr. Dick's link because Story Orgy's very own Hank Edwards will be sharing his goodies in...wait, catch this…wait for it…wait… a podcast! Yep, I know! *Squee* Hank's voice for all to hear. I'm stoked! His podcasts will be available next week. Don't worry. I'll remind you *grin*.

SO goodies and Jade recognition:

Okay, Jade. Me and you have to talk. This sexy blog thing you have going on? Yeah, you know the one. You're rockin' with the hot flashes... Just sayin' J Keep it up...I love it! *cups hand and whispers* nice pic this week too. Thank you for your inspiration *wink*.

Paranormal reminder:

 Now, finally…remember that thing about Story Orgy having a paranormal month for October. Well, I'm an extremist and it's either lovey dovey, heavy duty, or gooey gory. Just stick around long enough to catch me in action *giggles*. So, moving on to Damian and his "tabled affair". What's that about? …

…let's find out, shall we?

A Tabled Affair part 5

Damian had several different routes he could have taken, but he had opted to take the back roads. He had wanted plenty of time to talk – or think or…whatever – with whoever was inside his head. He presumed it was Ms. Feagley.

Damian propped his arm up in the window, waving his hand in the air. "Where are you now? Huh?" Damian drove slow, his windows down and cursing at the wind. "This is crazy. No. This is fucking absurd!"

I can't talk with you if you're not rational, Damian.

"Rational? How the fuck am I sup-"

Damian.

Damian looked in the rearview mirror then glanced over his shoulder. Nothing. He threw his hands in the air. "What? Damian what!?"

He watched the wheel turn with the curve in the road, holding a steady line with the rise and fall of the long stretch of lonely road passing under his tires. He dropped his hands to his lap as he stared open-mouthed. "Oh shit."

Damian. Don't be a fool. Take the wheel.

The voice was loving, yet steadfast. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought he recognized that voice. And it wasn't Ms. Feagley. "You sound just like…" Damian shook his head in disbelief as he turned the radio all the way up with one hand and grabbed the wheel with the other. But the blaring radio didn't make a bit of difference. The voice still came through loud and clear.

Have you lost all your good sense?

He turned the radio back down. "Why yes. I think I have."

Trust me, Damian. Your happiness, your life. They depend on it. You've got to trust me.

"Fine. You win. But I need a name."

Turn left.

"I am not turning down that road. I don't have time. Do you know what's down there?"

I do.

"No. I'm not going."

The radio came back on without warning, the volume on low. Damian drove on, taking the course he had intended to take, ignoring both the news radio and the fact that the voice inside his head remaining silent bothered him.

Realizing he was almost to Mauricio's house, Damian turned the radio off, leaned over to his glove compartment and pulled out a box of cigarettes.

I bet Mauricio loves you smelling like a-

"Sheesh! Do you see everything I do?" Damian tossed the box to the floorboard and stomped on it with his free foot. "There."

You do have a little sense left. No, I don't see everything you do. I choose not to.

"How encouraging."

Damian, slow down.

"Why do you-"

Slow down. The voice insisted.

Damian rounded a curve in the road, knowing he still had a little ways to go. But this time, out of nowhere, there was a crossing guard holding up his sign. Damian slammed on his breaks, screeching to a stop. The crossing guard peered eerily into the car at Damian, as he continued across the road.

"What the hell is he doing on this road?" 

All that matters is you didn't listen to me.

"Yeah yeah. And, what was your name again?" Damian couldn't control the loftiness in his tone if his life depended on it.

You know who I am.

"Aghh!" Damian growled through the clenched teeth while he turned onto the residential street leading into Mauricio's neighborhood. The radio popped on again, playing one of Damian's favorite songs, Change the World, by Eric Clapton.

Letting his thoughts wander, Damian slowed to a crawl, barely rolling down the street while he listened to the song. Damian's mother would sing that song to him when he was little. She would push the furniture to the side in the living room and then he would climb on top of her feet, holding tight to her hands, and they would dance.

Damian drew a deep breath, trying to clear the sting from the back of his eyes. The memory hurt so badly, he thought his chest would explode. He could feel the cartilage stretching between his ribs and he focused on that. Then it hit him. The air was thick with the savory scent of home cooking. "I know that smell."

Yes you do. And you know more than you give yourself credit for too.

"Dammit!" Damian hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. "Who the fuck do you think you…oh my God." Damian swallowed hard, choking down the fear and hope stuck in his throat. Whipping into Mauricio's drive, Damian slammed his car into park, killed it, and ran to the middle of the road.

Damian stood in utter shock. "Ms. Feagley?"

Uncomprehending of Mauricio yelling for him, Damian walked slowly in the direction of the blue-haired lady smiling and waving through the open window. The smell of gingerbread wafted through the curtains, reminding Damian of his mother and the family heirloom recipe.

She had always baked those cookies when the fall weather came. And just like Ms. Feagley, she would let them cool in the breeze of an open window, making all the neighbors' mouths water. And then the voice in his head continued to draw him closer.

Nibble, nibble, mousekin.

"Who's nibbling at my housekin?" Damian's reply was unconscious as he swallowed hard, trying to move the lump that had formed in his throat. The memory of the game they had played, the story his mother had told while baking the cookies, was wedged in the forefront of his mind.  

Damian reached toward the window, staring into the soulful eyes of Ms. Feagley, he accepted the cookie she offered. "I had no idea you lived across the street from Mauricio. How are you?"

Completely bowled over by the entire ordeal, Damian tried to push the reverie, the vision of his mother from his mind.

Ms. Feagley wiggled her fingers and smiled, waving and looking across the street. "I moved in about six months ago and doing well. That striking young man must be Mauricio."

Dazed by the likeness of Ms. Feagley's tone to the voice in his head, Damian followed the pointing finger to Mauricio standing in his front yard next to Damian's car in the driveway, his hands on his hips and a confused look on his face.

"Yes ma'am. That's him. So, you moved in here about the same time I went on probation?"

With a slight nod, Ms. Feagley handed Damian a few cookies wrapped in a paper towel. "Yes, you could say that. Take these and share with your friend. I have more in the oven I have to tend to." 

"Thanks, Ms. Feagely. It was good to see you again." Damian turned and headed back to Mauricio's.

Stepping off the curb and into the street, Damian heard Ms. Feagley again.

You and Mauricio should come see my library sometime.

Unsure of whether it was the voice in his head or really her, Damian looked back to see but Ms. Feagely was nowhere to be seen. "Here we go again." Damian mumbled to himself, not realizing he was already across the street and within hearing range of Mauricio.

"What was that you said?" Mauricio lifted one eyebrow.

"I said, 'how's my man?'"

~~**TBC**~~

Hmm…I smell cookies, hear voices and drive with no hands…Oh my! *Widens eyes and cocks head* What the hell? Okay, I'm just gonna leave that alone for now. I have nooooo comments. Nope. Uh uh. Not me.

I wonder what the other Story Orgiasts have going on this week. This paranormal stuff really has me on the edge of my not-so-Monday'n seat {get it? LOL *ahem*}

Movin' right along:

*Takes hand and clicks your mouse button on one of the links below*

Em Woods - http://authoremwoods.com/

Hank Edwards - http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

Havan Fellows - http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

  Lee Brazil - http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Jade Basier (SO Photographer) - http://jadebaiser.blogspot.com/

A Tabled Affair part four

Welcome to October, my friendly readers. The weather is turning cooler, leaves are turning, acorns falling…*happy sigh* that's a whole lot of goodness for me. I don't know about you, but it was one helluva hot summer here in Texas.

In the spirit of the turning of the season and rapidly-approaching Hallows Eve, there will be a bit of mystery in the blog room. Story Orgy has decided to have a full month of Paranormal Prompt Play. So, kick back with your coffee, hot tea or apple cider (or whatever your favorite beverage is) and enjoy the twisting, turning Paranormal Prompt Play: "A Tabled Affair pt. 4" as Damian deals with a struggle within. 

This week's installment is written according to the inspiration I received from the picture selected by Story Orgy's photography guru and image extraordinaire. Much thanks to Jade Basier for her yummy good taste in eye candy. Pssst…by the way, it's Jade's birthday this week so stop by her place and give her some loving *Blows kisses to my Princess*. 

  

C'mon, follow me. When we finish here, we'll just jump on over to my comrades' blogs and see what they've been up to this week. Whatever it is, I bet it's a whole bunch of goodness.  

And now for A Tabled Affair part 4…

A Tabled Affair part 4

Still livid from a recent visit from Danny, Damian kicked up a dropped towel with his foot, caught it in midair and tossed it into the washer. He'd discovered long ago that doing laundry helped ease his mind, giving him time to think. Fucking Danny. Who the hell does he think he is anyway? Damian couldn't believe Danny had the audacity to tell him to stay away from Mauricio.

"I am not a bad influence." He added the detergent and the fabric softener, closed the lid and stomped back to the kitchen.

Damian searched the room. "Where did I put my fucking drink this time?" He smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand. Nightstand. He walked down the hall toward his bedroom, straightening picture frames along the way.

Through clamped jaws and clenched teeth, Damian spoke to no one in particular, burying his fist into the palm of his hand. "I could just smash his face in."

No, Damian. That is not the way to handle this. A familiar voice spoke to Damian. Comforting, reassuring him. The voice was so real, so clear. "Ms. Feagley? Is that you?" A bit mystified by how clear the internal voice seemed, Damian continued his walk to the bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Damian downed the last of the Scotch he'd poured earlier and placed the glass back on the nightstand. "Am I going crazy?"

No, Damian. You're not crazy. Just lay back and relax.

Damian gave in to the soothing voice in his head. Snuggling up to his feather pillow, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

###

Damian rolled over and hit the snooze button on the alarm clock and continued lazing. "Oh shit!" His feet hit the floor in a panic. He had a date and did not want to miss it.

"Oh please please please." Damian quickly slipped on his white swim shorts before realizing he'd set the hotel alarm clock thirty minutes fast."Pfft. I have plenty of time." He took a deep breath, slathered on some sunscreen, grabbed his keycard and headed for the beach.

Damian wiggled his toes into the sand and turned his face toward the light, enjoying the warmth from the rays as they soaked into his skin.

"You get better looking each day."

Damian's heart skipped a beat then, spinning on his heels he drilled holes into the sand. "There you are, you sexy beast." Damian scuttled across the sand and pressed his body against Mauricio's. And with one single kiss set Damian's skin on fire.

It wasn't but seconds later and Damian was sprawled on the sand, his head resting in Mauricio's lap. His eyes drifted shut to the gentle waves crashing. And the loving words from Mauricio.

"You are my dream come true."

###    

Damian pried his eyes open to a mere squint, his vision slowly adjusting to the bright sunlight beaming through the crack in the curtains of his room. Mauricio's voice resonated in his head, my dream come true.

Damian, putting his feet to the floor, shook his head to get rid of the echoing words. He went to the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. But to no avail the words lingered. Lifting his head from the sink, he fixed his eyes on his reflection in the mirror as the voice in his head began to change. A gradual merge of two distinct voices, shifting from Mauricio's to Ms. Feagley's.

I'm here for you. Always will be.

Staring at the image in the mirror, Damian saw a glimmer in his eyes. A glow around his head. He'd heard of people having aura, but this?

Follow your heart.

The gentle voice in Damian's head somehow spoke to his very being, reconnecting his mind to his heart.  

Ms. Feagley…Ms. Feagley. Damian repeated the name in his head several times then remembered the business card she had given him. He grabbed the empty glass off the nightstand and walked toward the kitchen on autopilot, deep in thought. After pouring a fresh glass of Scotch, he pilfered through his wallet. There it is. He laid the card on the table, sat, and stared.

It's not me you should be calling, the voice said. Damian glanced around; positive someone should be standing there talking to him. He shook his head then reached a trembling hand to touch the card. A sigh filtered through his mind and impatience flowed through him like his blood was on fire.

Damian jumped up from his chair and retrieved the cordless phone from the charging station and sat back down. Connecting the voice with his recent dream, Damian dug through his wallet for another business card. The one he picked up at Mauricio's massage parlor.

"Fuck Danny and his stupid antics to keep me from Mauricio."  Damian dialed the number and drew a deep breath.

Three rings and Mauricio's voice came on the line. "Hello."

"I'm sorry for not showing up the other day."

"Did you take care of your business?" Mauricio's disappointment rang clear in his tone, tugging at Damian's heartstrings.

"Yes." Tears rolled down Damian's face, his bottled up emotions almost choking him. "Can I come over? I need to see you."

"Of course you can come over, Damian. You're always welcome." The soft inflection of Mauricio's tone soothed Damian's nerves.

"Let me take a shower and I'll–"

No, Damian. The mystical directive was unwavering.

"You know what? Never mind." Damian swiped the tears from his cheeks. "I'll be there soon. I'm leaving now."

Damian put the receiver back on the charger, dumped his Scotch down the drain, grabbed his keys and wallet then out the door he went.

You're learning. The voice inside Damian's head was hopeful.

Damian got into his car and shut the door, thinking how crazy it was for him to be listening- and talking to the voice in his head. "You and I need to talk."

<TBC>

Damian? What the hell is wrong with you? Have you lost your mind? *Ahem* Okay, it looks like my boys have a little bit of catching up to do. We'll leave them alone for a while and we'll just cruise on by the other blogs and see what's happening. C'mon…follow me click.

Em Woods - http://authoremwoods.com/

Hank Edwards - http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

Havan Fellows - http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

  Lee Brazil - http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Jade Basier (SO Photographer) - http://jadebaiser.blogspot.com/

A Tabled Affair part three

Happy Story Orgy Monday! Are you ready for part three of A Tabled Affair? Last week, the end of Damian's visit with Mauricio (hmm…I mean massage) was interrupted a teeny bit by Danny the receptionist. Let's see what happens…c'mon…I'll go with you. We can hop over to the other Story Orgy writers' blogs together. Let's go.

A Tabled Affair part 3

Without so much as a flinch, Mauricio sighed and looked toward the door. "Danny, Mr. Sadan and I will be finished here soon. Close the door."

"Fine. You're ten minutes late for the next appointment and your food got cold." Danny left the room, shutting the door with a loud click.

"Don't worry about him. He's always uptight." Mauricio's fingers combed through Damian's hair.

"Maybe you should give him a massage then. He looks like he needs it." Damian's chuckle was cut short by another tap at the door.

Mauricio tamped down his impatience, reached into the steamer and tossed Damian a hot steam towel followed by a dry cloth. "Yeah, Danny. What now?"

"Your appointment left. She had another place to be in an hour." Danny's agitated voice drowned out the tranquility sounds still filtering through the air.

"Send her an apologetic email for my tardiness. You can go home once you're done."

"You got it, Boss. Grab your food off the desk. I don't want to smell come Monday morning." Danny retorted.

Turning off the music, Mauricio cocked his head to the side. He winked at Damian, keeping his voice buttery soft, pulling out all the stops to be seductive and smooth. "Can you spend the weekend with me?"

"Hell yeah! You bet I can." Damian jumped up, wiping himself down with the moist towel.

"Great. You still remember where I live? Take care of your business and swing by my place tonight." Mauricio planted a big wet kiss on Damian, catching him off guard.

He's so sweet.

Mauricio watched Damian dress with swift, practiced motions. By the time Damian's eyes refocused, they were both fully dressed and Mauricio stood before him smiling. "Welcome back."

Damian grinned. "Now that I'm back, I must be going."

"I'll see you in a while. Grab a business card off the front desk if you need my new number." Mauricio shouted as Damian sprinted down the hall away from him.

***

A day and a half had passed and no sign of Damian. Not even a phone call or a text. Mauricio was furious. He spent the entire weekend worried. He was either propped up in his bay window or pacing the floors of his uptown home.

"What the fuck!" Mauricio roared, filling the house with his anguish.

Meow.

"Aww. I'm sorry, Sugar." Mauricio scooped up his white fluffy feline friend and shared some loving. 

He gently rubbed under her chin and scratched behind her ears until the sound of tires squalling out front interrupted the peaceful moment. 

Sugar leapt from Mauricio's arms, leaving claw marks on the tender sides of his forearms. 

"Son of a bitch! What the fuck was that all about?" Mauricio stalked to the living room bay window, Sugar meowed and followed in his wake. He swiped the curtains aside, letting in the bright afternoon sun. Huh. The mailbox is open. I wonder what that's about.

Damian jammed his feet into his shoes and stalked out onto the front porch. He waved to his neighbor across the way, the neighborly thing to do he supposed. "Do you have any idea what all that commotion was about?" Mauricio did his best to disguise the built up irritation from a weekend of disappointment.    

The blue-haired old lady kindly waved back then used her hand as a visor to block the sun as she used her free hand to simply point at Mauricio's mailbox. He walked down his drive and up the sidewalk, careful not to step on the luscious St. Augustine grass that spread across his lawn like carpet. Another glance across the street then back and he was next to his mailbox. He bent over to peer inside.

What the hell is this? 

It was Sunday, and there shouldn't have been a letter in the mailbox, but there it was. No postage. Just three words graced the front of the envelope.

 My dearest Mauricio.

Mauricio carried the letter back inside. He laid it on the table where he sat and stared for what felt like an hour. Finally, he decided to open it. The contents read:

Mauricio,

I'm sorry I let you down, but I had some things come up.

Please forgive me.

Shine on,

Damian

The longer Mauricio stared at the scrawled writing the blurrier they became. He swiped at his eyes with the heel of his hand, not the least bit surprised when it came away damp. His hands began to tremble and he dropped the note to the table. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to ignore the hurt of his heart breaking.

Mauricio took a deep breath, then stood. Tea. Tea would be good. He moved through the motions, his body on autopilot as his mind skipped amongst all the suggestions for why Damian didn’t show. When none of them seemed good enough, Mauricio dumped his drink down the sink. “Screw him.”

 *~~TBC~~*

What the hell? Damian better get his act together if he plans on getting another one of them fantastic Maurisages *giggles*. I wonder what happened to him? We'll find out next week I guess. Let's go see what's going on in the other blogs. I'm a wee bit curious. Well, okay, a whole lot curious *ahem*. C'mon…

Em Woods - http://authoremwoods.com/

Hank Edwards - http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

Havan Fellows - http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

  Lee Brazil - http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/