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I hope this finds you well and you have a good weekend.
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Texas Governor Abott has lifted the COVID-19 restrictions state-wide. Some people are concerned this is going to cause another spike in cases.
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I have friends who are not able to get the vaccine due to health reasons, and others who refuse to get it because it hasn't been out long enough to know what the long-term effects will be.
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Countdown to release
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In my last newsletter, I sent the third part of Chapter One of my current work in progress, Hot-Rod Magazine. Here's the next part.
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Please keep in mind this is a work in progress and more edits and changes will likely be made before the story is in its final form.
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*Notice: this excerpt does contain adult content*
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Excerpt 4 of Hot-Rod Magazine
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Licking my lips, I took a deep breath as I heard the bathroom door open.
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“Uh, I gotta go, Byron,” I said softly and quickly closed the browser. Turning off the monitor, I grabbed the magazine and, stuffing it back under the TV Guide, added, “Kim’s ready. Where are you going tonight?”
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“Oh, shit,” Byron said, as I turned off the TV and sat down to put my boots back on. “I’m late. We’re going to The Rose Garden. They have dinner and then dancing afterward.”
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“Neat. But after eating, you should come to Marty’s. They’re having a variety show and Kim’s singing. It’s being filmed for TV but won’t air for a couple of weeks.”
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“Hmm, I might ask Mary Lynn if she wants to do that. I’m sure she’s never been to a show while it’s recorded.”
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“Neither have we,” I agreed.
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“Why don’t you text me if you want to join us?” I said. “I’ll save a table at the front for the four of us.”
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“Sure, sounds like a plan,” he replied as I stood up and gasped as Kim dashed into the room.
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“What?” Byron wanted to know.
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“You’re not going to believe this, Bro,” I said. “Hold on.”
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“You’ve already freaked me out with Mom and Dad in a porno, what else can you come up with?”
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“You’ll see,” I said. “Hold on.
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“I can’t believe how great you look, Kim,” I said. “Stand over here.”
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He wore a black wig with the hair parted on the top of the left side, and it curved neatly down the sides of his face and ended right at the ridge of his jaw. Unfortunately, this style covered his earrings, which I knew he wore, I just didn’t know what they were, but I presumed that since he wore a gold necklace, they were gold studs. His form-fitting gold chiffon evening gown with spaghetti straps, had a sheer gold jacket. Although he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him, I knew he wore a body girdle that not only allowed him to keep his cock hidden between his legs but kept his falsies in place and made him look great.
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“She” moved over in front of the entertainment center and closed the doors. I took her picture, then sent it to Byron.
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“You get it?” I asked into the phone as Kim, and I rushed toward the door.
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“Wow, she’s a knockout. I thought you said Kim’s a guy?”
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I had talked about Kim a few times but never told anyone in my family that he did drag or that we were FBs, but I did tell them he was a great singer.
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“He is,” I replied, as Kim closed the door and locked it.
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“You can’t tell me this is a guy, Bro,” he said as I heard him start his car and I opened my car door for Kim.
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“Maybe not, but she’s got a really nice dick,” I said as Kim pulled the bottom of his dress up and sat down in the seat, grinning up at me. “But I’m not going to send you a pic of it.”
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“No, I don’t wanna see it,” Byron replied as I dashed around the front of my car to get in.
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“Okay, the show starts at nine, so if Mary Lynn wants to come, just text me to let me know you’re coming.”
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“Cool. I’ll see you later, Bro,” he said.
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I hung up, took a deep breath, and buckled my seatbelt. “He didn’t believe me when I told you that you’re a dude.”
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Kim reached over and squeezed my crotch through my jeans. “If he’s as hot as you, I wouldn’t mind showing him.”
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I chuckled and put the car in gear, not removing his hand as I did. “He is hot, but he’s not interested. He might join us this evening though. He’s taking his date out to The Rose Garden.”
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“You’ve never taken me there,” he mock protested, removing his hand from my crotch. Of course, we’d never gone out with him in drag to anywhere but Marty’s. And we only went places that would be okay for two guys to go to eat, when he wasn’t in drag, too. Although I’d never been there, I didn’t think The Rose Garden would appreciate two guys eating there together on a date.
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“Never thought of it, actually,” I admitted. “As great as you look tonight, all the straight guys might try to steal you away from me.”
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“Don’t sell yourself short, Honey,” I said. “You really look great tonight.”
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“Thank you, Quinn,” he said softly and looked out the window as I steered my convertible toward the club. With him dressed so nicely, I hadn’t put the top down because I didn’t want his wig to blow off or get messed up.
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“What’s wrong, Babe?” I never used the terms of endearment with him except when I was fucking him, but he always called me Honey or Sweetheart. I knew he really loved me, but I hadn’t given in and fallen head over heels for him since he wasn’t my type. But I had to admit, I did enjoy having sex with him, even if he wasn’t as butch as I preferred.
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“I’m just nervous and it’s wearing me out.”
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“You have no reason to be, Sweetheart,” I assured him. “I’ll tell you what, as soon as the show is over, you can have a couple of drinks and we can dance for a couple of songs, then I’ll take you home and we’ll soak in a hot bath together and I’ll massage your back, then we can go to bed and I’ll give you a nice long slow blowjob.”
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“Thanks. Can you believe it? I’m so nervous I can’t get horny just thinking about it.”
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“Well, look at the bright side; you don’t want to get boned in that get up anyway.”
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He laughed and nodded as I stole a glance at him and slowed to turn into the parking lot of the club.
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“We can park around back,” he said.
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“Sure.” I followed the curve of the lot to the back.
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Parking next to the van marked KFLV, I said, “Stay put.”
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Jumping out of the car, I trotted around and opened the door for him. Taking his pro-offered hand, I helped him get out of the car without getting his dress dirty.
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He pressed his body against me as he stood up and I pulled him into my arms. I couldn’t kiss him because I didn’t want to mess up his makeup, but I could hug him. Since he wore six-inch heels, he was three inches taller than me.
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“Thank you so much, Quinn. I really love you.”
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“I know, and I do love you, too,” I assured him.
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He linked his arm through mine, and we made our way to the back door.
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Rory was in the large dressing room when we entered, and a cute dark-haired man with him held a video camera on his shoulder. His brown eyes grew large when he saw Kim and he quickly turned to face us. I noticed the light on the camera came on. I didn't want to add to his nervousness, so I didn't tell Kim the guy was shooting him.
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"Hi, Rory," I made sure not to touch him since I was on camera, too. "How are you?"
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"Great, Quinn," he smiled as though we were nothing but friends. "I'm looking forward to the show tonight. Since we're shooting it, I'm the MC.”
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He gestured toward the cameraman. "This is Aaron Laden. He's going to get some B-Roll footage. He'll be moving around the audience getting their reactions during the show. I've got Brandon Lane and Lance Perez on the floor cameras. Francine Milburn’s going to be running the sound. We'll be able to get everything."
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I noticed the light on the camera went off as Kim sat down at a table with a mirror surrounded by lights and checked his makeup. Rory wished him good luck and departed as Aaron stepped closer to me and said, "It's his first time to be MC of anything. It's going to be interesting."
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"I'm sure he'll do fine," I said as Kim removed his lipstick from his purse, and Gerald stepped into the room.
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"Hi, Kim," Gerald said. "You look great."
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"Thank you, Gerald," he used his fem voice as he got to his feet. "I wanted to rehearse one last time, but I noticed a bunch of cars out front, so I guess it's too late."
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"Yeah, we don't want to give anything away," he agreed as another performer entered the room and Aaron disappeared into the hall.
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Gerald Dunn had been the club manager for as long as I had been frequenting the club. He was genuinely nice, had a deep tan, and was probably in his mid-fifties. He was a couple of inches taller than me, but his steel-blue eyes always unnerved me when he smiled at me. He had thick silver hair that obviously used to be black and still had thick black hair on his chest and arms. He worked out and had a nice muscle tone, but he did have a bit of a belly on him. He always wore tight blue jeans, and we could tell he was well endowed by the bulge in them even though I’d never seen him naked or boned. Since he had an office behind the bar, and the employees had their own restrooms in that area, I’d never seen him in the public restrooms during club hours. He always wore a short-sleeved shirt unbuttoned to the center of his chest.
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As more performers entered the room, I hugged Kim and said, "Looks like everyone's showing up, so I'll go grab a table. You're going to be perfect, so don't worry about anything."
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"Thank you, Quinn," he replied.
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"I love you," I whispered against his ear so no one could hear. "I'll see you after the show."
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"Thanks.” He held me tighter for a moment before sitting down to apply more lipstick.
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As I stepped out into the hall a group of performers entered the building through the back door. Aaron stood between me and the door to the club with the camera rolling, so I was blocking his shot of the group.
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Jumping back into the room to get out of the way, I slammed into Gerald, who was following me out. He wrapped his arms around me to keep from falling.
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“Whoa, Babe,” he said against my ear.
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“I guess I need to get one of those circular mirrors on the ceiling so we can see who’s coming.”
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I chuckled at his choice of words, but as he pulled me back into the room, I said, “Might be a good idea.”
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After the group got into the large room, Aaron stepped in and kept recording. While Gerald explained to the group who Aaron was and what he was doing, I made a successful exit.
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Stopping at the bar, I got a Coke and, although there were several people already there— most of them were either dancing or sitting at the bar—I was able to grab a high table with four stools next to the stage.
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Since cameramen are generally never in front of the camera on the news, I hadn’t seen the two guys who were setting up the two cameras. I had expected them to have shoulder cams like Aaron did, and maybe they were, but they were on large tripods. A woman in a pair of jean shorts, a loose-fitting red and white plaid long-sleeved shirt that had the tail tied at her slender waist, showing off her well-tanned slender stomach and wearing a black cap over her thick brown curly hair, plugged cables into a box on a table close to the side of the dance floor. I figured she was Francine. As she worked, Rory picked up the other ends of the cables and, holding them together, carried them to the cameramen and they took an end and plugged them into their cameras.
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When she finished, Francine grabbed a large roll of tape and handed another one to Rory and they proceeded to tape the cables together and kept them close to the edge of the stage so no one would trip over them.
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All I’d ever seen Rory do on camera was talk, so I was impressed he participated in the set up.
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Since the music was loud, I couldn’t hear what he said to one of the cameramen, whom, I presumed was Lance Perez, since he was Hispanic. Lance wore a white t-shirt, a pair of baggie blue jeans, and had a mustache and goatee. He was a little over-weight, and I couldn’t see his eyes through his silver wire-framed glasses. He had his long black hair tied at the base of his neck in a braid. From where I sat, it looked greasy with the light reflecting off it.
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The other cameraman, whom I figured was Brandon Lane, also wore a pair of baggy blue jeans, but wore a red muscle shirt that showed off his nice tan and, although it was difficult to tell for sure from where I sat, he appeared to have a nice body. He had a brown mustache, but I couldn’t see his eyes through his gold wire-framed glasses. He wore his brown hair a little too long, but even though he had it parted in the middle the left side kept falling into his eyes.
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Rory disappeared through the backstage door and returned a few minutes later with something that looked like a briefcase. He set it on the table next to Francine, who had sat down in a metal folding chair. Rory removed a bodypack and, since I couldn’t hear what was said, nodded when she spoke. He put it back in the case and pulled out a hand-held, corded mic.
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More people started to arrive around eight-thirty, and I realized they were going to charge for the show. Since I had arrived early and came in the back door, I hadn’t had to pay. But the club always had free cover until nine anyway, so I wasn’t the only one who got in free. But I hadn’t thought about the fact that Byron and Mary Lynn would probably have to pay even if they got there before nine.
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About ten minutes before nine, my phone vibrated. I was glad to see Byron indicated they were on their way. I texted him back that I was in the center of the front row, so I’d see them in a little bit.
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Marty’s had a Designated Driver policy that meant anyone who was designated driver would pay for their first soda and then all refills were free. Since the crowd was getting thicker, I didn’t want to take a chance on losing my table, so when a waiter came by to offer to freshen my drink, I asked him if he’d ask Gerald to come see me. All of the waiters at Marty’s were cute little twinks who wore tight white short-shorts and neon pink half-tee shirts with dark pink writing on them. Since they were so slender, the t-shirts showed off their stomachs, but they were not allowed to have any tattoos or navel rings. They also were off-limits to the clientele, which wasn’t a problem as far as I was concerned, since I liked my guys butch—Kim not included—so it was not a good idea for me to pull the top of his tight white shorts out a little and slip a couple of dollars in between his bronzed skin and the white material as I said, “Please?”
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But he just grinned and said, “I’ll be glad to.”
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He might not have been new, but I had never seen him working on Friday night before. But I did know Gerald had scheduled a larger staff because of the show.
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A few minutes later, Gerald set a fresh Coke on the table and, sitting on the chair next to me, said, “Here you go, Babe. Shelby said you needed to see me. What’s up?”
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I pulled some cash out of my pocket and said, “Thanks. I’d like to pay for my brother and his girlfriend and me for seeing the show.”
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Again, I was unnerved by those steel-blue eyes as he looked at me a moment before taking the money. “What’s his name?” he asked.
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He grinned and leaned over and let his lips brush against my cheek. “Is he as hot as you?”
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“Hotter, actually,” I admitted.
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“Are they here yet?” he asked, surveying the dance floor.
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“No, they should be here in a few minutes, though.”
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Getting to his feet, he pressed his body against my arm and, stuffing the cash in my shirt pocket, leaned down and kissed me on the cheek and said, “Nope. I’ll take care of it.”
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Before I could protest, he rushed off toward the front door.
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Sighing, I texted Bryon and told him to be sure to identify himself as my brother when he got there so they could get in free.
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“Thanks, Bro,” he texted back. “We’re walking in now.”
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I couldn’t see the front door from where I sat, but a moment later, Gerald led Byron and a woman I didn’t know, into the club and pointed toward me. I smiled and waved at him as Gerald took the handheld microphone from Rory and said, “Ladies and gentlemen. Please find your seats. The show starts in about five minutes.”
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The music stopped and the lights came on so everyone could see better and as people made their way to the seats, I was thankful I had commandeered the best table in the house. Had I chosen a table closer to the bar, we would have been sitting behind Brandon. A table closer to the restrooms, and we would have been blocked by Lance.
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“Hey, Bro,” Byron said, pulling a chair out for his date. “This is Mary Lynn Lawrence. This is my little brother, Quinn.”
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“Nice to meet you,” I said, but didn’t reach across the table to shake her hand, nor get to my feet as Byron sat next to me.
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“Thank you for inviting us,” she said. “I’ve never been here before. Didn’t know it existed, actually.”
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“How long have you lived here?” I asked.
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“I moved here for college from Wichita,” she explained. “Afterwards, I found a job working at the library. That’s where Byron and I met.”
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Shelby, the cute waiter who had sent Gerald to me, arrived and asked Mary Lynn if she’d like something to drink. I noticed she blinked a few times as she ran her eyes over him and realized what type of club it was. “Uh, I’ll have a frozen margarita,” she said.
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“How long is the show?” Byron asked.
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“About an hour and a half,” I replied.
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“I’ll have a bottle of Bud Light Lime, please,” he said and handed him a twenty-dollar bill and added, “May I have a tab?”
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“Certainly,” he replied and glanced quizzically at me. I nodded and he departed.
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While we waited, Mary Lynn glanced around the club and as Byron explained that he’d gone to the library to return a book Mom had checked out and that was when they met, I took the opportunity to look at her before the lights were dimmed. She wore a pink and red evening gown. She had on a red bead necklace and matching earbobs and bracelet. Her thick straight black hair fell below her shoulder blades. Her skin was pale, and it was obvious she never saw the sun. Her black eyebrows were neat but thick. She had a bit of a long nose, and the red of her lipstick on her small mouth matched the red in her dress. I took a deep breath as I realized that she looked more like a guy in drag than Kim.
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Taking my deep breath as something else, Byron leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Come over tomorrow and we’ll discuss what we’re going to ask Mom and Dad.”
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“Okay,” I replied as the lights dimmed and Shelby appeared next to us with our drinks.
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“Thanks, Shelby,” I said as he took my empty glass and replaced it with a fresh one.
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“You’re welcome, Darling,” he replied and departed.
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Byron had never been to Marty’s either, so he frowned at me. “Don’t tell me you’re doing him, too.”
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“No. Staff is off-limits.”
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“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Gerald said into the wireless handheld microphone. “I’m Gerald Dunn, the club manager, and it is my pleasure to welcome you to Marty’s tonight. We have a wonderful variety show planned and our very own KFLV TV is here to film it. So, without further ado, here’s Rory Wells.”
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Since he was a local celebrity, everyone who frequented the club on Friday nights knew that he was always there, and some of them had even gotten lucky with him. But, to my surprise, while everyone clapped and cheered no one catcalled or yelled anything that would out him.
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“Thank you, Mr. Dunn,” he said taking the microphone from Gerald. “I’d also like to welcome everyone. We’re in for a wonderful show this evening. The only difference between the show tonight and any other night is that we have our cameras rolling, so please make sure that you don’t throw things at the performers because this TV equipment is really expensive, and you don’t want to have to pay for it if something you throw hits it and breaks it.”
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Everyone laughed, but I knew he was not joking.
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I was thankful that it was not only a good show, but Mary Lynn and Byron seemed to be enjoying it. About halfway through the show, I was surprised the lights came up and Rory said there would be a fifteen-minute intermission so that anyone who needed a potty break could do so, and added, “Now remember, no hanky-panky in the johns.”
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“You need to go?” Byron asked Mary Lynn.
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She slid off the chair. “I’d better.”
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We got to our feet and I pointed her in the right direction.
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“You can go ahead if you need to,” I offered after she left. “I can wait a little while.”
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“I’ll wait until she gets back,” he said, glancing at the restroom doors.
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“You’ve never been here before,” I said. “Fifteen minutes is not going to be long enough for everyone to go and get back.”
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“Don’t worry, no one will rape you,” I assured him.
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“Okay, I’ll be back,” he said and departed.
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It didn’t take long before Mary Lynn returned, so I said, “I hope you’re enjoying the show.”
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“Yes, it’s wonderful. Thank you again for inviting us.”
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“You’re welcome. Excuse me, I’d better run, too. If Shelby comes by, I’ll take another Coke.”
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“Sure,” she said, and I got up and headed to the end of the line to the men’s room.
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Several people were between Byron and me, so I didn’t let him know I was there. I had just managed to step into the restroom when the music stopped and Rory said, “We’re going to give those still stuck in the restrooms a few more minutes before we get started again. But please hurry.”
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I made it back to our table a minute before the show started. As I sat down, Byron leaned over and said, “I thought you said Kim was singing. I haven’t seen her.”
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“Him,” I corrected him. I had leaned over and was talking in his ear, so Mary Lynn couldn’t hear me. “He didn’t say when he was performing. Maybe since his last name is Wong, they’re going in alphabetical order.”
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“But the others haven’t been,” he protested as Rory stepped out on the stage and the lights dimmed.
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“Welcome back,” Rory said. “We hope you got refreshed. Now here’s our favorite performer here at Marty’s. Please put your hands together for Kim Wong!”
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Everyone clapped and the ones who knew him were on their feet cheering, so I slid off my chair and joined in as the lights went out. I was disappointed Gerald hadn’t put a big screen on the back wall so that what the video cameras were filming was shown on a big screen, but I sat down and quickly turned on the video on my phone a moment before a shaft of light fell to a silhouette of Kim. He stood with his back to the audience. The recorded music he’d rehearsed to all week began to play. His soft voice came through the microphone as he began to sing. Kim had sung this song several times over the past year, but he had never added the theatrics to it that he did that night. I was so impressed with his performance that my jaw dropped as reality hit and everyone else was on their feet for a standing ovation for him. No wonder he’d been so nervous.
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After the crowd quieted down and seated themselves and Kim rushed off the stage, I turned off my camera and Byron leaned over and pressed his lips against my ear and said, “You can’t tell me that’s a guy, Bro.”
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I chuckled. “You’ll see,” I replied as Rory introduced the next act.
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To be continued in the next Newsletter.
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I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Hot-Rod Magazine, ,
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Thanks for being a valuable reader and I'll keep you informed.
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