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seemed incredibly anxious."
    "Couldn't that be because he'd possibly been caught with an alligator in the back of his truck?"
    "Certainly, but the way his body and eyes were moving made me think he was on drugs of some sort. He was very jittery."
    "What happened next?"
    "He turned around as I asked and put his hands behind his head. I dropped my Flex-Cuff."
    "The plastic handcuffs?"
    "Yes, and while I was reaching for a second one, he swung backward and elbowed me in the chest. My service weapon flew out of my hand." Drew related the rest of the ensuing fight for the jury. "Mr. Sandalio did his level best to put me out of commission. I believe he would have killed me, if my partner hadn't arrived at that moment."
    "Were you injured?"
    "Yes, I had a badly bruised left shoulder and injuries to my ribs from being thrown to the ground. I had some other cuts and bruises, too, but the ribs and shoulder kept me off work for two weeks."
    "Did Mr. Sandalio surrender on your partner's command?"
    "No. The defendant had his fist pulled back to hit me when Agent Skeeps Tasered him."

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    By the time Drew finished answering all their questions, the morning was shot.
    Drew left the grand jury room hoping the system would work, and today would be the last time he'd have to worry about the career criminal.
    Once he cleared the building, Drew turned on his cell phone. He retrieved a voice message from Kyle.
    "Hey, Drew, I hope we're still on for tonight. I'm looking forward to spending the night together. It's going to be a long, lonely week without you. Call me. Bye."
    He pressed the call back button while walking down the stairs to the parking lot.
    Kyle answered on the third ring. "Hi, Drew, how did court go?"
    "Fine. The guy deserves to be fire-roasted."
    Kyle snorted. "Let's hope he gets everything he deserves."
    "Yeah. Anyway, I got your message. I'll meet you at the leather bar off Bourbon at 8:30 tonight, okay?"
    "Do you want me to pick you up?"
    "It's out of your way, and driving separately gives us flexibility for later."
    "I like the way you think."
    "Well, I have to work tomorrow so we can come and go as we need to tomorrow morning. Skeeps is already stroking out about me being gone next week."
    "Riding with Whistler Wilson got to him, huh?"
    "Big time." Drew unlocked his service vehicle. "I gotta go. I'll see you tonight." He disconnected the call and slid into the driver's seat. Kyle was a great guy. Eager in bed, adventurous, social, and very hot. Kyle had been hinting about making their relationship exclusive for some time now. Maybe it's time.
    He started the ignition, then cracked open a window. The truck interior felt like a furnace. While Drew let the blast of AC cool off the truck a little, he thought about his upcoming trip to Montana. The locations Kevin chose sounded like a lot of fun. He laughed every time he thought about a group of gays staying at a dude ranch for a few days. But being with Teak and Kevin did crazy things to Drew's libido and his heart. He envied their love and commitment to each other, and damn if they weren't the hottest couple. They were careful not to be overly affectionate toward each other in front of the other models, but sometimes emotions got the best of Teak or Kevin in a shoot. Kevin might ask for a particular expression or act, and things would get intense. A session would abruptly end with those two leaving quickly. A few times, after things turned hot and heavy, Drew had excused himself to jack off somewhere in private, or he'd gone to bed with one of the other models. Other times, he'd drunk a cold beer and tried to put out of his mind what Teak and Kevin were doing in their room. Teak was a great guy and an amazing lover. Drew had no regrets about the time they'd shared, but memories of Luis always interfered with Drew's ability to let someone in, heart, body, and soul.
    Six years of hungering after a guy who probably can't remember my name is long enough. Drew promised