[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] mattered. There wasn t a person of my acquaintance who didn t know I was gay. It wasn t something I could have ever hidden, and was as much a part of me as breathing, or being Italian. I simply didn t care to have my photo splashed all over the internet. I didn t want my poor judgment in college to get mentioned in the gossip rags. Particularly if I looked sweaty and swollen. The photographer persisted with his false overture of friendship.  I m Jorge. Jorge Carrera. His smile was all teeth. I reluctantly shook his hand. He was slimy, and so was his hand.  Not exciting? I think you have a good story. Do you have a minute?  Story? Not right now. I& I& uh& have a& lunch date. www.samhainpublishing.com 31 LB Gregg  With Shep? He handed me a business card, which I didn t take. Apparently long practiced in the brush-off, Jorge Carrera was unperturbed.  I m hoping to get an interview, maybe find some new insights to your former relationship with Shep McNamara. You know, during the closet years. I choked on something that tasted like& astonishment. Me? Interview? Jorge continued,  I d love any comments about his current romantic ties.  I really have nothing to say. What could I say that Jean Luc and Shep hadn t already? They d snogged on live television. Jean Luc had the bad grace to manhandle his own nipple piercing during polite conversation, and he enjoyed displays of public ass grabbing. Those photos were worth a thousand of my words, easily.  I understand he and Jean Pappineau are on the rocks.  I wouldn t know. I m a caterer, not Dear Abby. Carrera pounced.  So you re catering an event? Is that here? Does it coincide with the Soapies? How does it feel to work for your former lover? Is it awkward? Who is on the guest list? Jorge followed me down the sidewalk yakking and asking impertinent questions while I searched my messenger bag for a roll of Tums. If God loved me at all, Jorge would fall into an open manhole. Carrera was pissing me off, and his monstrous camera kept knocking into my arm. He asked slyly,  I heard that Mac and Gunter Heidelbach were sighted together.  Gunter who? Maybe the reporter would quote me and Gunter would crap a nobody loves me monkey, but I thought I covered for those two admirably. My phone chirped. Jorge pretended not to look at my phone s display.  Excuse me. It was Dan texting to say he was waiting for me on the next block. Halle-frickin-lujah. Jorge banged my arm again with his overtly phallic telephoto lens, and my messenger bag flipped I managed to catch my laptop, securely held by its Velcro straps, before everything else hit the fucking sidewalk. I usually carried my messenger bag over my chest, but it had irritated my blossoming bruise. Papers, my notebook, pens, my stash of Life Savers and my emergency M&M s were all now strewn across the filthy pavement. The forgotten photo of the redhead the same one Dan handed me earlier fluttered to the ground.  Shit.  Oh, I m so sorry! He didn t sound sorry. He was either palsied, or he d hit me on purpose. Jorge bent to snag the photo and his too-inquisitive eyes met mine.  Schmidt. Kendal Schmidt. That s an odd photo to carry around. You know her?  No. But apparently the photographer did.  This is Gunter Heidelbach s personal assistant, he said slowly, as if I were an idiot.  Right-o. Why was Dan looking for Gunter s assistant? I snatched the picture from Jorge s sleazy hand and shoved my crap back into the compartments without bothering to organize any of it. I said with all the politeness I could muster,  That s fascinating. If you ll excuse me? I really want& er& need to go. 32 www.samhainpublishing.com Trust Me If You Dare His look was too insightful by far.  Sure. We can talk while we walk. Where are you headed?  I have a thing.  Oh. Right. If you want to talk, I promise to handle our interview with discretion. I can arrange compensation for your time.  No, thank you. Buzz off. Fuck you. That s what I should have said, but getting quoted in the Daily News wasn t high on my to-do list. And besides, Nana would make me put a quarter in her cuss jar. Jorge retreated. I waited in the smog for the light to change as the photographer headed into the alley [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl blacksoulman.xlx.pl