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and he liked the air blowing his
hair back. He didn’t get much chance to let his hair down, his long blond
locks always seemed to be tied up in a pony tail, out of courtesy to his
corporate clients. Man they could be so damn old, even if they were only in
their late 40’s or early 50’s.
He had some country western station
playing on the car’s fm stereo, and was enjoying the latest from that
Canadian, Paul Brandt, called “that’s the truth”. He saw the video and
laughed at the way it used excerpts from various Presidents. He smiled at
that, and his whole face seemed to lift up. His soft blue eyes got a sparkle
to them and he seemed to lose a good 10 years off his face. Betty always
told him he should smile more often, it made him look hot, but she was on
the make for him, so he discounted her words.
He caught a glimpse of someone
sitting at one of the benches, and he turned his gaze over to it. From this
distance he looked interesting, and he wondered what his story was? Somehow, these one night dates
didn’t ever amount to much, other than a physical relief for him, but he
wasn’t about to start going to dances or socials. He just wasn’t
comfortable there, and besides, his time was generally short. At least this
way he could enjoy the touch of a man with some certainty. Hotel rooms were
bad enough, worse, if you couldn’t have some company for part of the
night.
The object of his attention seemed
to be looking towards him. Well, maybe he wouldn’t have to go to
Mountain View
. The figure
stood up, and he could see that he had short hair and was rather tall. He
looked like he was just over 6 feet tall, and was well built. He had a sense
about him, the way he stretched himself as he stood up. Slowly, Scott
watched him walk towards him, and he was enjoying the view.
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