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April 2011


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


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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There are downsides to being in a strange house. Last night I tried to go to bed "early." I put the word "early" in quotes, because my version of early is different from the norm. My version of "early" last night was 1 AM. For someone who usually is awake until dawn, that's damned "early." I went to bed, read for about an hour, until I started to feel sleepy, and then turned out the light. When I was about to fall asleep, I heard a noise downstairs. It's that damned ice machine, I thought. Still, the sleepiness had left me. I lay in bed, thinking, thinking, thinking, and then I heard a different noise. It sounded like someone ran into the bar stool I'd moved into the kitchen and its leg screeched as it scraped across the concrete floor. That noise made me sit up in bed. I glanced around in the dark, doing dog inventory. None of them had moved at the sound. They weren't worried in the least. Or was that because they knew I was awake and assumed I'd protect them? Bastards. Calvin was the closest dog to me, so I nudged him gently with my foot until he moved. He shook his head, causing his collar and tags to jingle loudly, and then moved to a new location and flopped down. His movement caused McGrady to wake up, shake and jingle, and he, too, moved to a new location and flopped down. Rex wasn't moving for anyone or anything. My heroes. Then I noticed a light invading the dark of the room from beneath the door. Hadn't I turned off all the lights? Was it on before? Was it the night light in the hall? That's it. It had to be the night light. All of a sudden the light dimmed and got bright again, as if someone had stepped in front of the light source. Someone was in the hall. There was a faint jingling sound. The cats were in the hall. Stupid. I berated myself. The noises you heard were just the cats roaming about the house. Go to sleep. Easier said than done.