We were locked onto each other as though we had just discovered this incredible thing you could do with two mouths pressing close and moist against each other. And the taste of him... Horrifyingly, unbearably sweet -- sweet in the way crack must feel hitting the bloodstream of an addict after years of staying clean.
Josh LanyonYou couldn't hurt a fly." Actually I was pretty good at pinging flies right out of the air, but I tried to look appropriately harmless.
Josh LanyonHe was breathing, which is always a good sign. As gently as I could I picked him up, placed him on the towel, wrapped it around him, and put him in my car. I drove to the emergency clinic, the cat purring on the seat beside me. โWhatโs his name?โ the young man at the front desk asked as my towel and cat were whisked to a back room. โUhโฆJohn Tomkins,โ I said. โThatโs different,โ the receptionist said, writing it down. โHe was a pirate,โ I said. โI mean Tomkins. I donโt know about the cat. (...)
Josh LanyonWe were locked onto each other as though we had just discovered this incredible thing you could do with two mouths pressing close and moist against each other. And the taste of him... Horrifyingly, unbearably sweet -- sweet in the way crack must feel hitting the bloodstream of an addict after years of staying clean.
Josh LanyonI thought I recognized you." Really? He remembered me looking like Swamp Thing? How flattering.
Josh Lanyon