Seven more from Our Piece of Sky:
I lowered my eyes to the keys in my hand. Willa had fired a few for failing to remember the rule. No one was to suspect the 'escorts' were gay. Male competition for females was the backbone of her little setup, and the money she paid underwrote my clothing habit.
“You should go after what you want.” Stepping away from my truck, the man shoved his hands in his pants pockets, sauntering across the lot like he took his tux for a walk every day around sundown.
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