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  1. Jack Scribe
    Spike still didn’t know what to make of Mr. Smith – a.k.a. Lou Gallian. As he drove home, facing the bright, early-morning sun, the thought of being a paid companion for the hot hunk was confusing to his moral balance. Even though they had discussed that Spike might put the money aside for some charity, the idea of being bought by a guy he’d rather have as a friend was unsettling. He had no problem being an escort for male visitors who passed through Las Vegas and the past two years had b
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    Mario shuffled through the quiet house in his lounging clothes to the kitchen for a light snack. It was only 10:30 p.m. and he planned on doing some reading before bed. All the guys were out working and he didn’t figure on seeing them until the following day. ‘Business is good,’ he thought while he looked in the refrigerator, ‘especially with the gals.’ The female escorts accounted for more than 80% of the revenues but he felt more at home – in several ways – with the men. ‘It’s like living in a
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    “So you think it was more than just an innocent touch?” Spike asked Cray. The two were seated in the den: Spike lounging until it was time to go to ‘work’ and Cray munching on an after-school snack. Cray had joined him ten minutes earlier and had shared his experiences with Michael at the gym. ‘Jeez,’ Spike thought, ‘the perpetually horny state of this guy is one for the record books.’ He knew, however, to be patient and help Cray sort out the latest dilemma, as benign as it seemed to be.
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    “What did she mean by ‘try to stay clear of Judge Woods’ just as we were leaving?” Bob asked as they got in Drew’s car at the county building parking lot. The Friday afternoon child services interview had been very cordial and they both considered it a success. “I noticed you nod but indicate nothing more.” “Something that Mitch said when we first discussed getting involved was triggered at the mention of Judge Woods. That was early last month and it didn’t register much at the time. Appa
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    A slight coolness in the air verified that wearing standard jeans and a shirt on his first day of school was a prudent choice. Cray was also curious to see what the other guys wore at Green Valley and adjust his wardrobe accordingly in the future. ‘Probably it’ll be shorts and a tee for a while,’ he thought as he waited in front of the house for the car pool ride. ‘And I hope they have decent food to eat at lunch.’ He didn’t want to be late so he had taken a banana with him as an express breakfa
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    A blinding, early September sun announced another morning in the desert. But the two young men, weary from exploration and excitement, never noticed the vanished darkness as they continued sleeping. Cray was momentarily confused when he stirred and felt a warm body pressed closely to him. ‘Oh, yeah,’ he remembered. ‘Henry.’ He smiled at the feeling of a now familiar, firm organ parked between his buns as he scooted into a more comfortable position and drifted back to a state of semi-consciousnes
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    ‘I’m in the friggin’ Class of 2009,’ Cray thought as he lay in bed and slowly woke up Saturday morning. The previous day, as he went through the registration process at Green Valley High School, had been anti-climatic. Thanks to Mr. Ed’s commanding presence, the complete package of required transfer documents, proof of residency and the sheer size of a 3,000-student body, Cray Gamble ran into no stumbling blocks. He was now officially a student. The few students he had seen appeared to be about
  8. Jack Scribe
    “Don’t get me wrong, Drew. What you and Bob want to do is admirable. But fostering a kid can be a time-consuming proposition and we’ve got a 1.5 billion dollar resort to open. I don’t want you setting yourself up for failure; as president of this venture, I’ve got an investment to protect.” Nick Maggiano was comfortably stretched out in his leather chair behind the massive mahogany desk. “You’ve got to convince me that helping this young man will not jeopardize Barcelona…or your career.”
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    “Come on in. I’d offer you coffee but the pantry isn’t set up yet,” Drew said to Bob. The movers had relocated all the files and equipment from the trailers to the resort tower over the weekend and this was Drew’s first official day in the new executive office suite. “Go ahead and take a seat. I’m just trying to find some files for a meeting.” He continued rummaging through a large cardboard box. “This is going to be a great place once everything gets organized,” Bob said as he came furth
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    Cray finished replacing the books on the shelves in the living room and stood back to judge his cleaning efforts. Mr. Ed had given him a detailed list of work to do around the house by priority over the next couple of days. But he was really more concerned about how the dinner meeting had gone between Mario and the guys at the Bellagio the previous evening. By the time Cray had gotten up, Mario had already gone somewhere. He had found a message that had been slid under his door. It was from Mari
  11. Jack Scribe
    “He’s coming back.” Drew put down the phone and looked at Bob. “How should we play this?” “I feel a little awkward about rummaging through his wallet but we needed to verify that it was his.” “Don’t feel guilty. We had to make sure it was Cray’s before I called him. You didn’t count on the two driver’s licenses sliding out. The whole thing concerns me.” “It’s not that strange for a young guy to be carrying two I.D.’s. I had a fake driver’s license when I was in college,” Bob
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    The first thing Cray felt turned out to be a warm arm draped over him. Next was the feeling of a flat chest pressed against his backside. His stomach knotted and he started to panic until it dawned on him where he was…and who was next to him. He looked at the clock and noted it was only 4:00 a.m. Spike had again given him a ride to the house after work and Cray had crashed, completely exhausted, into an empty bed two hours earlier. This was now not the case, as the bed was no longer empty.
  13. Jack Scribe
    NOVEL. Young Cray flees from his hostile home in Utah and heads south to Las Vegas. Through meeting a few mentoring adults, he is able to survive, find a new home and start school. His adult friends are in the swirl of this gambling epi-center. Book 2 of the Vegas trilogy.
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    Manny found the supervisor in the staff trailer and introduced Cray as a new cleaning crew employee. From José Rivera’s surprised reaction to the information, Cray assumed the older Hispanic supervisor usually had some say in the hiring process. Cray was naturally leery of adult authority figures and decided to behave cautiously in this new environment. He also sensed he should keep a respectful distance from his two bosses until he knew them better. Within a matter of minutes, he was pro
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    Cray Gamble looked silently ahead through the bug-splattered windshield. The Kenworth’s powerful diesel engine droned into the dark desert and the headlights illuminated the endless reflective markers embedded in the surface of the Interstate highway. The driver of the large tractor-trailer hadn’t asked many questions when Cray approached him about hitching a ride at a truck stop back in Provo, Utah. He had convincingly lied to the trucker about his age and his reason for going to Las Vegas.
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    “Well, guys, I’ve got everything pulled together. I definitely start dealer’s school on Monday. When we’re finished with coffee, I’m heading back to L.A.,” Al said in a restrained, friendly manner. “I’ll be back in a few days with my car loaded.” “Bring back whatever ya need. There’s plenty of closet space so you can camp out in style until the end of the year.” Drew left Bob and Al at the table as he took the dirty dishes to the kitchen. He returned with coffee and poured more for everyo
  17. Jack Scribe
    The high-charged drama of Bosco’s invasion and arrest became a vivid memory for Drew and Bob as the next two weeks uneventfully moved forward. The extra security surveillance equipment was removed, a comfortable routine was established and the guys worked on the micro-details of learning about each other. They were stretched out on the couch in their tees and boxer shorts; legs propped up on the coffee table and snuggled into each other. They had just finished watching the latest Thursday
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    Although it was approaching 10:00 p.m., and while most casino back office spaces were quiet, in the ‘eye in the sky’ operations center, the evening was kicking into high gear. Three surveillance agents sat in their workspaces watching the bank of TV monitors that fed images from the casino floor and the various gaming stations. Except for a small reading light at each workspace, all lighting came from the numerous monitors. The atmosphere was a cross between NASA’s command center and the NBC Bur
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    Nick noticed a blond guy in the distance as Rod and he walked over to their car. He admired the silhouette of the young, fit male as the stranger abruptly turned and disappeared into the shadows. ‘A little window shopping never hurts,’ he reasoned. Nick Maggiano and Rod Liddy would be celebrating the seventh anniversary of their partnership in December. “That was a fun party, Nick. No pretense or political bullshit.” “I found the eclectic crowd that Drew and Bob gathered tonight un
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    An executive office secretary called the apartment at 8:30 a.m. and asked if it was convenient for Drew to come in early for an 11:00 a.m. meeting with Nero’s VP of operations. ‘Fuck,’ he thought, ‘convenient is the last thing you think of if the big guy calls you at home.’ As he drove to the meeting, he was pretty sure that there was change in the air; Bill, the hotel resident manager, had been caught on the upstroke with some bimbo in a vacant suite. It happened when the director of hou
  21. Jack Scribe
    Drew opened the fridge door and grabbed three beers. He was grateful that Charlie had rearranged his bellman schedule so that there was extra muscle for the move-in day. “As promised, here’s some adult refreshment,” Drew said as he walked back to the living room area to join Charlie and Bob. ‘Hmm,’ he thought, admiring the sight of the two guys in sweaty gym shorts and sneakers, ‘under different circumstances, I wouldn’t have minded being the meat in this sandwich.’ “What are ya sm
  22. Jack Scribe
    NOVEL. Drew is an ambitious, young manager at a Las Vegas casino resort who becomes smitten with an arriving guest. Danger lurks as their friendship grows. Book 1 of the Vegas trilogy.
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    Bob spent the next two weeks moving from one office to the next to learn how the Nero’s sales and marketing department worked. Since marketing would be his specialty, an overview exposure to hotel sales was brief. In the evenings he divided his time between his comp suite at the hotel and Drew’s old apartment. He learned that the marketing wing of the hotel was responsible creating events to bring in gamblers. Aside from the internationally famous poker tournaments, planning centered on m
  24. Jack Scribe
    Bob’s job offer came with a $20,000 signing bonus. He wasn’t naïve and knew that it was friendly ‘hush’ money from Nero’s to put the Bosco incident behind him. However, as a newbie college graduate about to start out on his first job, Bob gladly accepted the funding. He signed the legal documents that released the casino from any responsibility and agreed on a fair trainee management salary that would be reviewed in six months. Bob would report to his new boss, Mike Diamond, in two weeks
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    The L.A. trio departed around three, but not before Bob and Drew traded telephone numbers and email addresses. Al’s decision to leave late Sunday afternoon was fortuitous. Bob was lazily watching CNN early Labor Day morning in his Valley bedroom of 22 years. Al had dropped Bob off Sunday night before Trish and he went on to the Westwood condo that would soon become Mr. and Mrs. Al Bromley, Junior’s, official residence. ‘Breaking News’ suddenly appeared on the screen and the picture showed
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