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302 pages, Paperback
First published March 4, 2012



The pale man’s fingers commenced to tingle again. He felt a tightness in the crotch of his slacks as his cock stirred. God’s work was beginning. He could hardly wait. Fat raindrops began to pepper the cabbie’s windshield. And just like that, the man thought, the storm begins. A cleansing was about to take place in this city. He wondered just how many souls would be swept away in the rain of God’s wrath. And his own.
Harry seemed to know what the boy was thinking. He tucked his hand into his pocket alongside Sean’s and wrapped his hand protectively around the boy’s cool fingers.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “We’ll get through this.”
He watched, startled, as a tear slid down Sean’s cheek.
“You’re not alone,” he added, squeezing the boy’s hand. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
It was a promise he hoped he could keep. Sean nodded and brushed the tear away with his other hand.
Jimmy Smith stood under the steaming shower for fifteen minutes, hoping the hot water would permeate into his bones and linger there long enough to get him through another day of Indiana winter. He wasn’t used to this crap. He hadn’t had one sexual thought since he stepped outside the Indianapolis terminal the day before. It was just too cold. How did these people procreate? Did they wait for spring? Were their gonads acclimated to the minus degree temperatures? Did their sperm cells don little overcoats and earmuffs, like those morons at the circus who truss themselves up in protective gear before being shot from a cannon?
"Amazing what a little perspective could do. A little murder, a little mayhem, and a little falling in love, and your priorities changed real quickly."

"I’ll get Judy in here from the office. She can do just about everything with a computer except fuck it."

"When something terrible happens, you have to let it wash over you, like a wave. You have to hold your breath until the pain lessens with time, or you’ll drown in the misery of it.
It took me more than two years to get over Ben’s death. And it was the sight of you that finally brought me up for air.”

"Memories.
More than four-and-a-half decades of experience had molded him into the person he was today.
Four-and-a-half decades that had led him on a straight course to this one night. To this one young man who was now gazing at him with such a look of wonder on his innocent face that it made Harry want to cry out with the awe of it.
This boy made him feel more like a man, a real man, than anyone else Harry had ever known or cared about. And he loved this boy more deeply than any of the others.
More than anything or anyone that had come into his life in all his long years."