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April 2011

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my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal

contact

If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com


Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.



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The Compound is now teeming with dogs. I went to L____'s today to do some light housekeeping and to pick up Sparky and Minute, both of whom are staying here until Monday while L____ is out of town. It rained hard as I was coming home. I didn't want to fool with the gates at The Compound. All I wanted to do was park in front of the house, grab the dogs, and run inside. Of course that couldn't happen, because one of the neighbors parked their trunk in front of the house in such a way that the only other vehicle that would be able to fit in any available space would be a unicycle, or a Vespa. Since I was driving neither, I was forced to stop at the start of the driveway, which I'd have to anyway if I was going to unlock the gate, whereupon I was nearly swept away by a river of gutter water when I got out of the car. I was mid-calf in nastiness and trying not to think about the wound on my big toe marinading in filth. Minute and Sparky were both in a travel crate, which I hoisted out of the backseat and ran for the house. Once inside, I ran to the kitchen sink and immediately washed and disinfected my feet and legs. Can't take any chances.

Actually, thinking about it makes me want to wash them again.

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