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That was my problem, putting Simon in harms way. He deserves to be loved not frightened.
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I just couldn't write about putting a young kid in harms way. Paddy's a practical copper
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Glad your're enjoying. I decided to introduce a twist as I couldn't write about putting a young kid in harms way. He's got enough problems.
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'Paddy, that’s incredible . . . I'm stunned . . . I guess we're all stunned. (there were murmurs of agreement around the table); are you sure? I mean is this kid reliable? I'd hate to go off on a wild goose chase, relying on the input from a thirteen year old kid . . . a queer thirteen year old kid. Let's be careful here.' 'I'm certain chief; believe me I know the lad and he's kosher[1]. Being a young homosexual don't mean he ain't truthful. Look at it logically, why would he invent a story
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Just off Darlinghurst's main street there is a wall that is frequented by male prostitutes; because it's dimly lit and not far from the Saint Vincent Hospital it's a safe place for male prostitutes to make connections. Most punters opted for older boys but, on occasion, younger boys were solicited by patrons who preferred young flesh. Nathan had picked Simon out of a bunch of young boys because the mop of curly hair and almost pretty face, would appeal to his boss; he could vision the old cunt l
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I only post a new story once I have completed writing. I only wish I could post the whole story in one go. It must be frustrating for readers to have to wait on forthcoming chapters.
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I think the following chapters answer your question. paddy assumes responsibility and interacts with the kids on a different plain. Thanx for your input. Writers learn from comments made by readers so much so that readers are a vital part of story development. Thnx again
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Yes Paddy has shown some guts. But who amongst us haven't been entranced by a beautiful young man. I'm not talking Kiddie stuff which I personally find abhorrent, but a young man entering his teen years. We enjoy . . . but don't touch
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Any political party will do anything to gain office . . . as long as they can get away with it!. I don't know whether I'm a pessimist or a realist
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After sending an urgent message to Billy that they must meet, Paddy strolled into the warehouse and softly called; 'Hey Billy, it's me Paddy; where are you?' 'Over 'ere Paddy; over 'ere in the corner. I'se been anxious to see ya.' 'Yeah me too little man; Whatcha been up to?' Paddy moved over and sat beside Billy who was lying comfortably on a wool bale. He was only wearing a singlet and a pair of shorts demonstrating his well-developed chest muscles; his shorts had ridden up
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It was a beautiful sunny day, a perfect day for a BBQ. Bill Delaney (Senior Sergeant) lived in the suburb of Newtown and had a large back yard that easily allowed for a social gathering. On this occasion wives and partners were also included in the outing and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Earlier on they had gathered informally to share the latest intelligence and Paddy was congratulated on the info about the new member of Tilly's gang. 'I (from Bill Delaney) don't suppose you
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You're getting warm.
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Chief Inspector Miles O'Donnell looked at the seven persons sitting around the conference table at Police Headquarters in Collins Street Sydney. It was an old fashioned room panelled in dark wood with the obligatory photos of past Chief Commissioners and of course, the King. The conference table was solid mahogany and built in an oval shape. In front of each position was a glass tumbler of water and a notepad with pencil. The windows were covered by blinds that could adjust the amount of l
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Thnx for commenting. Whilst writing my story I became immersed in the Paddy character. I wondered what hell it must have been in those days to be gay and criminalised. How lucky we are to live in a more enlightened world.
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The Coogee beach baths were open to the ocean which meant that every high tide the waters were refreshed; it was also deemed to be a safe meeting place for homosexual men. Around the headland were walks for the adventurous and rock caves that afforded seclusion and privacy. He arrived at the appointed time and place, waiting anxiously for the younger man to appear. He was filled with misgivings; would the lad turn up, would he be compromised and was he making an error of judgement just agr
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Thanx Jeffrey . . . . I'll be posting new chapters every day. I don't like posting my stories until they have been completed
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Thanx Stephen . . . I'm never sure how my sex content will be received. I've tried to make them earthy to reflect the times. Thanx again
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'(crash) . . . (mumbled swearing) . . . and you can tell that fuckwit boss of yours . . . (pause) no! Shut up and listen . . . that he may be the Governor of this state, but I'm the Premier and it's what I say goes and not what your pompous idiot wants me to do, understand?' Silence whilst the other party was responding, and then, 'Bullshit! No! Tell him I said no, and if he don't like it he can shove it up his seriously fat arse! . . . (Crash)' The two middle-aged visitors in the
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It was dark now; the only light came from the sparsely positioned lamps that threw a comforting soft light over the street. The object of his attention was just a door, a simple door with an ordinary looking sign above that advertised 'Turkish Bathes' He waited and watched . . . he watched and waited. He began to get nervous; he was courting danger but his needs were too strong to ignore. He glanced up and down the street; there was no one in sight, but he needed to bolster his resolv
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In the homophobic atmosphere of Sydney during the Roaring Twenties, gay policeman Constable Paddy Langdon was anxious to avoid any deep emotional commitments. Then he met a young man at a seedy Turkish Bathhouse and they fell deeply in love. Gang violence had become an issue, intensifying when gangs began to use a cheap barbers razor as a weapon of choice; this deadly item being used to cut, mutilate and kill rivals.
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You posted a comment about Book 8 Billy Chase Chronicles onto my site where the book in question is KENNY.
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Friday night at the RSL was usually packed with guys enjoying the end of the work week with other guys. On the other hand, Saturday night was more formal and reserved for wives and partners; it was the time to ‘dress up’. Gloria and Kenny brought Billy into the main bar room at the RSL about 5.00 pm and quickly found a table that had a good view of the entrance as well as the room. Billy was excited as indigenous people were discouraged from visiting the club. There wasn’t a prescribed rule aga
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‘Yeah, it’s a bit of a stretch but with luck it should work; how’s the lad doing?’ Fitzpatrick and Gloria were sitting in Cree’s old office, and she had just outlined her plan to flush out Billy’s assailant. ‘He’s doing great; it’s in credible how he’s not only overcome his physical injuries but mentally and emotionally he doesn’t show any effects of trauma. He’s like a proverbial red rubber ball; the harder you bounce it, the higher it bounces back. (Sigh) I wish.’ ‘Yeah, I understand what y
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It was a desolate atmosphere in the Headmasters office that sunny afternoon. Two men of the clergy faced each other across ten thousand miles of desk. The older man was crumpled; sagging into his chair as if desperately seeking comfort and protection. He had just been told of such evil happenings that no school administrator should have to endure. The younger man had adopted a respectable and miserable demeanor. Brother Michael was a hard man but even he had quailed at the prospect of telling t
