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                                      Reel Four

                               Trouble in Paradise


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               What they were looking for was looking for them.
                  Logan Doyle arrived on cue. He emerged from the crowds at the Gay
               Pride Parade. He was handsome, dark, and tall. He parted his thick black
               hair down the middle. His trim moustache roofed a smile of white teeth.
               He had a strong, predatory American chin, and the build of a powerlifter
               with none of the gut. He had Attitude. He had the Look Ryan and Kick
               had often visualized in their nightly conjuring of a man masculine enough
               to come close to a match for Kick. At six two and two-thirty, Logan
               looked like the answer to Ryan’s prayer to find a man, good-looking and
               muscular enough, to fill Kick’s need for a living, breathing fantasy, the
               way Kick was for Ryan.
                  Logan was Ryan’s chance to prove they were homomasculine gentle-
               men and not gay lovers jealous of every trick who came along. Ryan knew
               instantly he would never have sex with Logan. The rule was unspoken.
               He knew his place, because Kick liked Logan in a way different from the
               way he liked other athletic guys. Logan reminded Kick of the trucker who,
               years before, had lifted him upon his big arm out of the hot Alabama dust
               of his aunt and uncle’s gas station and diner.
                  Ryan forgot Solly Blue’s warning to be careful what you wish for in
               California, because you usually get it. He also forgot Saint Theresa who
               warned there are more tears shed over answered prayers than unanswered.
                  Are people strong enough to live with the truth?
                  Kick had a way of making dark thoughts flee from Ryan’s head.
                  Six weeks after Logan showed up on Castro, Kick sent Ryan home
               alone to the Victorian. “Wait for me,” he said. “I have a surprise for you.”
                  Ryan asked no questions.
                  An hour later, Kick showed up with Logan. He opened Ryan’s shirt
               and put his fingers on his nipples. “Yes?” he asked. He nodded toward
               Logan.
                  Ryan was stunned. No one played Chopin on his tits like Kick. He
               sucked in breath for the word Yes.
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