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  I put my head on his chest and fell asleep. I never felt so safe when it should feel the exact opposite with the law closing in on us.

  We made love many more times that night. Michael needed to make up for lost time and I loved that I was the man he needed to use.

  We both fell asleep, our minds and body exhausted to the bone.

  –

  “Do you have your suitcase packed, George?” Michael asked.

  I nodded, holding up my small bag. I packed only my essentials. I'd have to live in this light gray suit for a little while until we got settled in Mexico.

  Michael put on his hat that made him look so dashing. He opened my apartment door and peeked his head out. “Coast is clear,” he said.

  We both hurried outside and into my car. I turned the key in the ignition and brought the car to life. “Where to?” I asked.

  “We need to get to the city bus station. We should be able to get a night bus to Arizona from there. Hopefully with you along, nobody will think twice to look at us.”

  I took my time driving down the back streets, making sure that I didn't speed too fast. I didn't want the cops discovering us because we were too hasty. There was plenty of time to get to Arizona and we'd have the rest of our lives together in Mexico.

  “We're going to run into a money problem when we get to Arizona,” he said. “My man down there is going to demand extra to get both of us through.” Michael slapped his coat pocket. “I only have enough for one of us.”

  I slapped the bag next to me. “I've been saving money ever since you went away. That with the rest of my savings should set us up somewhere really nice.”

  “How much are you talking about?”

  “Ten thousand dollars,” I replied with a smirk.

  Michael's eyes lit up. “Ten thousand dollars. You're an angel, George. I hope you know that.”

  “Oh don't worry I do.”

  We pulled into the bus depot and I turned off the car. I guess I won't be seeing this thing anymore,” I said, punching the steering wheel.

  Michael went to the ticket counter while I saved us a seat on a bench. I could see a wanted sign of Michael on a bulletin board. There was a cop standing in the corner of the large waiting room. He was hard to see walking into the depot.

  My senses froze up and the hairs on the back of my neck spiked up. I didn't want to sit too close to the wanted sign. Somebody might recognize Michael. I nonchalantly took another seat on the opposite end.

  Michael returned with tickets in hand and a smile. He knew something was wrong when I didn't smile back. He sat down and leaned into my ear. “What's wrong, George?”

  I kept my voice low. “There's a cop standing in the corner of the room.” Michael went to look. I put my hand and clenched his thigh. “Don't look. He's watching us. There's no doubt that he's already took notice. The fact that he hasn't called his buddies yet means he hasn't figured it out. How much time until the bus leaves?”

  “We still have twenty minutes,” he replied, his hand grasping mine.

  I wasn't sure we were going to make it.

  Chapter Five

  “I'm going to go to the bathroom and wait it out. The longer I sit out here, the more likely he'll recognize me.”

  I clenched his hand. “You're going to leave me out here alone?”

  “You'll be fine. Just stay calm and when they call our bus, just get on and wait for me. I'll be there.”

  I didn't like this plan at all. There were too many things that could go wrong. I couldn't protest any longer because Michael had left and gone into the bathroom.

  What if the cop went into the bathroom? He was bound to check it or he would need to go pee at the very least.

  My fingers were wrapped around each other, cutting off the circulation. A voice came from above, “Sir, can I ask you a few questions?”

  I looked up to see the same cop standing before me. All the blood drained from my face. I was so cool with the cop that pulled me over but so much was on the line now. Love was on the line. “Yes, sir.”

  The officer took off his hat and sat down next to me. “May I ask where you're traveling to?”

  “Arizona.”

  “And are you traveling alone?”

  “Yes.” I couldn't see his eyes through the mirrored sunglasses. I didn't know if he was buying my story or not.

  “Why are you going to Arizona?”

  “You sure do have a lot of questions. Did I do something wrong?”

  “We're looking for the escaped convict, Michael Miller. You wouldn't know anything about him, would you?”

  “I've heard of him, yes. The whole city has. It's been all over the radio. I guess you guys are still looking for him.”

  “It was worth a shot to ask,” he said, putting on his hat and rising up. He went to walk away but turned back to me. “You forgot to answer my question.”

  “Which one was that?” I tried to give him my best smile.

  “The reason you're going to Arizona,” he replied, seeming unfazed by my charms.

  “Oh, my sister. Her husband passed away during the war and she needs my help raising her kids.”

  “You don't have much luggage for an extended visit.”

  I could feel sweat beading on my forehead. He got me there. “I sent most of my luggage on ahead of me. ”

  “Have a safe trip,” he said, tipping his hat to me.

  My shoulders slumped and I let out a big breath. That was a close call.

  “All aboard for Arizona,” the driver called out.

  I gripped my suitcase and looked at the bathroom door. It stayed shut. I waited a moment before walking outside to the bus. I kept looking over my head to see if Michael was following behind me. There was just a bunch of strangers forming a line to get on the bus.

  I took my seat in the back and put my suitcase down on the seat next to me. What if Michael didn't make it? Should I get off or keep going?

  He never told me where we were going to live in Mexico. I don't think he had a specific place in mind. There was no way I would be able to find him if we got separated.

  I looked out the window and couldn't see the cop in the waiting room anymore. Had he gone into the bathroom? Was Michael being taken away in cuffs?

  I was frozen in my seat, not knowing what to do.

  “Is this seat taken?” a voice asked.

  I looked over to tell them that it was and saw that it was Michael. I smiled and picked up my suitcase. He sat down next to me.

  The bus driver came onto the bus. “Everyone all here?” Nobody said anything and he started the bus. He closed the doors.

  I saw the cop walk out of the waiting room. I nudged Michael with my elbow. “Look, he's watching the bus.”

  “He can feel it in his gut that something's wrong but he can't put his finger on it. His instincts are right but he doesn't have any evidence to back it up. He's a smart guy and he's going to hate himself when he finds out we slipped past him.”

  The bus pulled out of the depot and I watched the cop fly away with the scenery. The hard part was over. The bus would take us directly to Arizona and they wouldn't be looking for him there yet. We only needed to meet with Michael's man and we'd be gone for good.

  I looked over at him. “We made it.”

  He gripped my hand and kissed me. His lips were a drug that I was addicted to. I'd never be able to get enough.

  Chapter Six

  Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, 1948

  Michael and I lay in bed after an intense fucking. We hadn't been able to keep our hands off each other the second we landed in Mexico.

  Our little cottage was right on the beach, our bedroom faced the ocean and we had large windows. We could see the crashing waves right from the bed.

  It was the perfect music for our love-making.

  Michael held me in his big arms and stroked my hair. “You're so soft,” he said.

  “Only for you,” I replied.

  “You've made me the happiest man
in the world. Escaping from that prison was the best decision of my life.” He kissed me passionately.

  I reached down under the covers and felt his hardness. I think someone is ready for me,” I said, tugging on his shaft.

  Michael's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned. “Only for you, my love. Only for you.”

  The End

  Story Two

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  Description

  Brian is desperate for you know what...

  But he isn't ready when two come into play.

  How will he be able to handle it all?

  Chapter One

  “Listen Brian, I just don't have any money left to loan you. All my paycheck went to rent. You're going to have to figure something else out for rent this month,” Rachael said.

  “I know, I didn't want to come to you but I don't know what else to do. My boss cut my hours months ago and he doesn't see the business picking up any time soon.”

  Rachael tapped her lips. “What about a second job? Just in the meantime until your hours get raised.”

  “I've tried looking already. Either they want me to work during the hours of my serving job or the pay is so shit that it wouldn't even help.”

  “I knew Los Angeles was going to be expensive before I moved out here. What I didn't know was that there wouldn't any jobs.”

  “And your agent hasn't found you any auditions to go to.”

  I shrugged. “That's the thing. Whenever I talk to him, he always sounds like something will be coming up soon. I'm not even sure he's working for me.”

  “And your parents can't help you out?” Rachael took the tea kettle off the gas burner and poured the hot water in a mug for me. She put a tea bag in and slid it across the table to me.

  I grit my teeth. “That's exactly what they want. For me to come crawling back to them and admitting that I failed.”

  “I don't think they would want that,” she said.

  I took a sip of the hot lemon tea and it burned my lips a little. “You have no idea how many arguments we had before I moved here. They were all but sure I'd be back home within six months.”

  “And look at you. You've been in Los Angeles for two years now. That's got to show for something.”

  “Two years of barely scrapping by. I'm almost ready to admit defeat and confess that my parents were right all along.”

  “Well I'm not giving up on you yet. Mostly because you're my roommate and I don't want to have to find another one.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Thanks...I love you too.”

  Rachael's eyes lit up. “I've got an idea. Why don't you call your agent and ask him if he knows of any odd jobs. He's very connected so he might know something that isn't acting.”

  I nodded. “It's a long shot but worth a try. I'll give him a call.”

  Rachael left me alone in the kitchen while I made a call to my agent.

  His secretary answered the phone, “Mr. Sellers office. How can I help you?”

  “Hi, this is Brian Groves. Can I speak to Mr. Sellers?”

  “Hold please,” she replied in a nasally voice.

  I waited a moment and the line picked up. “Brian baby, how you doing?”

  My agent always sounded like a real sleaze. For all I knew I was his only client. But in the end, he was the only one that would take me.

  “I need your help.”

  “Listen Brian, I'm working my ass off for you. I might have an audition for you in a week or two. A big blockbuster-type movie. I think you'd be great for it.”

  I was beginning to see through his bullshit. No sane director would hire an actor whose only work experience was commercials for local fast food joints.

  “That's not the help I meant, Mr. Sellers. I'm in need of some cash fast. My rent is due and I'm not going to have enough to cover it.” I could hear him sweating on the other line. He must've thought that I was going to press him for money.

  “You see,” I continued, “I hoped that with all your connections, you might know someone or somewhere I can make some money.”

  I could hear him breathing but he didn't say anything for awhile. “I don't think you're going to like it but if you're desperate...”

  “I'm desperate,” I replied immediately.

  “Okay then, write down this phone number,” my agent said. He began to roll off a list of numbers.

  I took a pen and wrote it down on a piece of paper. “Okay, what's the job.”

  “A sort of medical experiment,” he replied.

  “Whoa. Whoa. A medical experiment. I don't know if you're that desperate.”

  “Well you have the number now. Call them and they'll tell you where to go. Good luck, Brian. I'll let you know if I got you that audition or not.”

  I wasn't holding my breath for that. I crumpled the paper in my fist. There was no way I'd stoop so low as to get medically tested on.

  I stood in the kitchen for a moment. But what if it wasn't that bad?

  What if it was easy cash?

  I unrolled the piece of paper and dialed the number.

  Chapter Two

  A bubbly receptionist answered the phone. “Wright industries, would you like to make an appointment?”

  I gulped. I wasn't even sure I had the right number. “Uh, I was given this phone number. I need a job.”

  “Would you like to make an appointment,” she responded in a flat tone.

  “Why yes, I would like to make an appointment.”

  “We have tomorrow night open at 9:30 PM.”

  That seemed late for a medical experiment but it didn't matter to me. “That works. What kind of experiment is it?”

  The receptionist ignored my question. “What's your name and age?”

  I sighed. “Brian Groves and I'm twenty-two years old.”

  The reception gave me an address and hung up before I could even double check that I wrote the whole thing down right.

  Rachael came back into the kitchen. “It sounded like you got a job.”

  “I have no idea. My agent was very vague and gave me a phone number for a medical experiment. The place called Wright Industries didn't give me any details.”

  “And are you going to get paid?” she asked.

  It was a valid question and one I failed to ask. “I have no idea. But what other choice do I have?”

  “Just be careful, Brian. I don't want you getting taken advantage of.”

  –

  The next night I had a light dinner of soup and bread. I wasn't given any instructions so I thought I better eat at least something before I went over there. I didn't want to be starving if the experiment took all night.

  I pulled my beat-up Honda civic into an abandoned business complex. Or it looked abandoned from the main street but there were a few cars in the parking lot.

  I looked down at the address scribbled down on my paper: 1776. I matched it with the building and knew that I had the right place.

  From the outside, it didn't look like much. Just a tall brick building. A small sign on the outside said Wright Industries.

  I entered a large decadent lobby that took up almost all of the first floor. A marble fountain stood in the center and there were stone columns designed from the Roman era all throughout. I wasn't even sure I was in the right place.

  A receptionist with short dark hair sat at a very long desk that hid most of her body except for her head.

  “What's your name?” she asked, popping gum in her mouth.

  “Brian Groves,” I replied, putting my hands on the counter.

  “Great. You're right on time. You see that elevator behind you?” she asked, pointing over my shoulder.

  I turned my head and then nodded back to her.