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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

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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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People don't believe me, or often think I'm joking, when I say that I don't leave the house. Okay, yes, sometimes, it is a big joke. The reality is that if I do leave the house, I don't leave it before 2 in the afternoon. Why that time? I don't know. Maybe it's because today, for example, that's when I woke up. I did leave the house, though! After dinner, Becky said, "Want to go with me to L____'s house? I have to water her plants." I hesitated. She added, "The wireless should be hooked up. We can take our laptops." I said, "Okay! Let's take Rex."

About every other time I take Rex outside, he'll sniff the car and then stare at me, as if to say, "Car? Car? Can we ride in the car now? Now? How about now?" I think he'd sleep in the car if I let him. One time while Becky was putting something in her car, Rex jumped inside and growled at me when I tried to make him get out. It was a short argument. We compromised. Rex got his car ride, and I got fast food. A win/win situation.

So tonight Rex got to go to on a long car ride to the suburbs. Becky and I got to fumble around in the dark outside of L____'s house, trying to figure out how to turn on the various hoses and sprinklers. For a while there was a car sitting outside and I wondered if someone was inside it trying to figure out if we broke into the house and thought, These plants are really dry. Let's water them before we take their television.

Rex was excited about exploring a new home, but he kept looking at me very strangely. It took me a while to figure out what he was thinking. Um, the last time I took a long car ride to a strange home, those people left me with you. Not that I'm complaining. But, I don't see anybody here to be left with. After a few hours, the novelty wore off and he slept while we worked and watered plants. The novelty returned when we went home, and had miles of highway almost to ourselves. It was a lot of excitement for one night, and now he's crashed on the couch. That ought to hold him 'til tomorrow.

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