Creative Writing class semester project (ongoing)
Fall 1999
Rose King-Harris

Marc had been angry at first, believing that Frank planned to screw him over, frolic a little until this girlfriend of his found out or he got tired of walking on the wild side. Nobody had stayed with him for more than a night in years, maybe ever; Marc tried to keep pretty much to himself anyway. Just him and his vibrators and a few tricks in the darker gay bars. One, two, three - a crowd. Frank confused the hell out of him a thousand times a day, by staying, by being a sweetheart, by staying still and smiling instead of being an ass and a pair of heels disappearing into the distance.

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