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. Not anymore, Matt sighed. Been filled. Oh.Well, there s always C shift over at Station Six, I think they re lookingfor a guy. He supposed it didn t matter where he went, nothing would be like Eleven.Wouldn t make a difference anyway; Tucker wouldn t be there. Chance & you don t have to transfer.Tucker took the spot at Nineteen. Mattsounded remorseful.Oh.Well that took care of that, didn t it. Yeah? Chance said, trying not to sound & well, however he felt.He didn tknow what that was, exactly.Upset? Disappointed? Pissed off? Betrayed? Damn,Tucker hadn t even bothered to call and tell him.The absurdity of that thought hit him, and he wanted to laugh.Like he wasentitled to know anything Tucker was doing.Page 64 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Couple of weeks ago, Matt was saying. Had to get my approval for it,otherwise Iwouldn t have known until he left.I asked him why, he told me about you guys,I signed his paperwork. Torquere Press High Ball - 94 Okay, Chance replied, still trying to formulate an appropriate responseother than throwing something against the wall. But that s not the only reason I called, Matt continued. Got a letter fromdowntown today. Chance was only half-listening, still trying to wrap his mind around the factthat Tucker had managed to extricate himself completely from Chance s life. Bout what? They re doing a second captain s test. That got his attention. No shit.Really? Really.Apparently they only filled thirteen out of fifteen spots this timearound.There were a lot of failed tests.They re offering it mid-July.ShouldI put your name in? Chance considered.It was three months away, he d have ample time to prepare.And it would occupy his sleepless nights.What the hell, it wasn t like he hadanything else going on.And if he failed? At least he d know what the exam waslike for next time. Yeah, do it, he said.Why the fuck not. Good decision.It s what you need, Matt said, sounding happier than he dbeen until now.Not exactly, Chance thought, but made a noise of agreement anyway.***It was some sort of great cosmic joke that his sex drive returned with avengeance.Chance hoped someone somewhere was laughing, because he sure as hell wasn t.He woke up at three in the morning almost two months to the day after Tuckerhad walked out, sheets a sweaty mess and his cock so hard it ached.He couldn t be bothered with lube, it was too urgent.A lick to his palm andhe was bringing himself off, holding tight to the last vestiges of the dreamthat had managed to rouse him out of a sound sleep.Tucker, mouth open and wet and hot on Chance s dick.Midnight-blue eyesglinting in the darkness.Flash of dimple.Sucking fast and hard, then slowand gentle, alternating untilChance wants to weep or beg or come or all three.And then he doesn t have todo the first two because he s trembling and gasping and pulsing in Tucker smouth.Tucker swallows all of it and Chance looks down to watch, meetingTucker s eyes and getting a wink in return.Torquere Press High Ball - 95He came in about five seconds.It would have been embarrassing if it didn tfeel so fucking good.Chance let it wash over him like water, his mind goingblessedly blank at the point of climax, just feeling and trembling until helay spent.The burn behind his eyes didn t register until after he d stopped shaking.***After a week and a half of jerking off pretty much every day, Chance figuredit was probably time to pay a visit to the Seagull.It was only a measure ofrelief he was after, he told himself, it had nothing to do with wanting thecomfort of another warm body.Might as well stop being a monk, and maybe itwould make him feel slightly more normal.His leg was taking most of his weight now.It had been four months, his doctorhad proclaimed the break healed, and now all that was left was strengtheningthe muscles that had torn.Therapy was down from three times a week to justPage 65 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlonce, on Wednesdays.He had felt a personal sense of triumph when his therapywas reduced and his mind automatically turned to Tucker, wanting to tell theman, to share it.It was time to start curbing those impulses.So he found himself putting on a decent shirt and his most comfortable jeans,but not bothering to shave his three-day-old stubble.He hadn t been to thebar in nearly a year, but from what he knew of the place, the patrons of theSeagull wouldn t give much of a shit anyway.Before he left, he considered calling Bonnie.She d gone with him a couple oftimes, pre-Tucker.They d sit at a table together and share a pitcher of beer and watchthe asses of the guys playing pool.Except he hadn t returned her calls overthe past month, and the last message she d left on his machine told him in nouncertain terms exactly which part of a horse s anatomy she thought he wasbeing.He figured Bonnie wasn t his best bet at the moment.He sat in his car for a while in the parking lot, telling himself that yes, hereally did want to do this, and no, he didn t really want to go back home andput porn in the DVD player instead.Even if he just found someone to talk tofor a while, it would be okay.The fact that he wasn t coping well with loneliness didn t escape his notice.Cursing himself, he finally got out of the car and limped to the door,thankful that the doctor had, at last, given him the okay to ditch hiscrutches.The place hadn t changed much.Small, understated room with music that wasjust loud enough to dance to but not loud enough to make conversationimpossible.Full bar that poured generous shots and made decent margaritas.Chairs, tables, barstools, the usual.Nothing much to differentiate it from straight bars except for the fact thatits patrons wereTorquere Press High Ball - 96almost exclusively men.Nothing like the club scene in Los Angeles, either,thank God.Chance couldn t keep up with the frenetic pace there.He much preferred quietplaces like this.He made his way to the bar and leaned one hip on a barstool, taking weight offhis bad leg and putting both elbows on the polished wood. 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. Not anymore, Matt sighed. Been filled. Oh.Well, there s always C shift over at Station Six, I think they re lookingfor a guy. He supposed it didn t matter where he went, nothing would be like Eleven.Wouldn t make a difference anyway; Tucker wouldn t be there. Chance & you don t have to transfer.Tucker took the spot at Nineteen. Mattsounded remorseful.Oh.Well that took care of that, didn t it. Yeah? Chance said, trying not to sound & well, however he felt.He didn tknow what that was, exactly.Upset? Disappointed? Pissed off? Betrayed? Damn,Tucker hadn t even bothered to call and tell him.The absurdity of that thought hit him, and he wanted to laugh.Like he wasentitled to know anything Tucker was doing.Page 64 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Couple of weeks ago, Matt was saying. Had to get my approval for it,otherwise Iwouldn t have known until he left.I asked him why, he told me about you guys,I signed his paperwork. Torquere Press High Ball - 94 Okay, Chance replied, still trying to formulate an appropriate responseother than throwing something against the wall. But that s not the only reason I called, Matt continued. Got a letter fromdowntown today. Chance was only half-listening, still trying to wrap his mind around the factthat Tucker had managed to extricate himself completely from Chance s life. Bout what? They re doing a second captain s test. That got his attention. No shit.Really? Really.Apparently they only filled thirteen out of fifteen spots this timearound.There were a lot of failed tests.They re offering it mid-July.ShouldI put your name in? Chance considered.It was three months away, he d have ample time to prepare.And it would occupy his sleepless nights.What the hell, it wasn t like he hadanything else going on.And if he failed? At least he d know what the exam waslike for next time. Yeah, do it, he said.Why the fuck not. Good decision.It s what you need, Matt said, sounding happier than he dbeen until now.Not exactly, Chance thought, but made a noise of agreement anyway.***It was some sort of great cosmic joke that his sex drive returned with avengeance.Chance hoped someone somewhere was laughing, because he sure as hell wasn t.He woke up at three in the morning almost two months to the day after Tuckerhad walked out, sheets a sweaty mess and his cock so hard it ached.He couldn t be bothered with lube, it was too urgent.A lick to his palm andhe was bringing himself off, holding tight to the last vestiges of the dreamthat had managed to rouse him out of a sound sleep.Tucker, mouth open and wet and hot on Chance s dick.Midnight-blue eyesglinting in the darkness.Flash of dimple.Sucking fast and hard, then slowand gentle, alternating untilChance wants to weep or beg or come or all three.And then he doesn t have todo the first two because he s trembling and gasping and pulsing in Tucker smouth.Tucker swallows all of it and Chance looks down to watch, meetingTucker s eyes and getting a wink in return.Torquere Press High Ball - 95He came in about five seconds.It would have been embarrassing if it didn tfeel so fucking good.Chance let it wash over him like water, his mind goingblessedly blank at the point of climax, just feeling and trembling until helay spent.The burn behind his eyes didn t register until after he d stopped shaking.***After a week and a half of jerking off pretty much every day, Chance figuredit was probably time to pay a visit to the Seagull.It was only a measure ofrelief he was after, he told himself, it had nothing to do with wanting thecomfort of another warm body.Might as well stop being a monk, and maybe itwould make him feel slightly more normal.His leg was taking most of his weight now.It had been four months, his doctorhad proclaimed the break healed, and now all that was left was strengtheningthe muscles that had torn.Therapy was down from three times a week to justPage 65 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlonce, on Wednesdays.He had felt a personal sense of triumph when his therapywas reduced and his mind automatically turned to Tucker, wanting to tell theman, to share it.It was time to start curbing those impulses.So he found himself putting on a decent shirt and his most comfortable jeans,but not bothering to shave his three-day-old stubble.He hadn t been to thebar in nearly a year, but from what he knew of the place, the patrons of theSeagull wouldn t give much of a shit anyway.Before he left, he considered calling Bonnie.She d gone with him a couple oftimes, pre-Tucker.They d sit at a table together and share a pitcher of beer and watchthe asses of the guys playing pool.Except he hadn t returned her calls overthe past month, and the last message she d left on his machine told him in nouncertain terms exactly which part of a horse s anatomy she thought he wasbeing.He figured Bonnie wasn t his best bet at the moment.He sat in his car for a while in the parking lot, telling himself that yes, hereally did want to do this, and no, he didn t really want to go back home andput porn in the DVD player instead.Even if he just found someone to talk tofor a while, it would be okay.The fact that he wasn t coping well with loneliness didn t escape his notice.Cursing himself, he finally got out of the car and limped to the door,thankful that the doctor had, at last, given him the okay to ditch hiscrutches.The place hadn t changed much.Small, understated room with music that wasjust loud enough to dance to but not loud enough to make conversationimpossible.Full bar that poured generous shots and made decent margaritas.Chairs, tables, barstools, the usual.Nothing much to differentiate it from straight bars except for the fact thatits patrons wereTorquere Press High Ball - 96almost exclusively men.Nothing like the club scene in Los Angeles, either,thank God.Chance couldn t keep up with the frenetic pace there.He much preferred quietplaces like this.He made his way to the bar and leaned one hip on a barstool, taking weight offhis bad leg and putting both elbows on the polished wood. Jack and Coke, heanswered, when the bartender pointed at him.Chance nursed it for a while, not even looking up until he was halfway throughhis drink and the ice had started watering it down.Someone took a seat twostools away and he thought, Here we go [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]