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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

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tired of sleeping

Boss lady Hanley woke from her mid-morning nap and was fussy and whiny, so I checked her diaper, which was dry and clean, and then hefted her from her bouncy chair, which elicited a fresh round of squawking and screaming.

"Earlier, we agreed that I didn't have to jump around with you today," I reminded her. "I'm too tired for that." Then I realized she was quiet. Behind me, the dogs were playing and she was watching intently. I realized she probably couldn't see them playing from her bouncy chair. "Really? You wanted to watch the dogs play? And to think I've been keeping them out of the nurseryyour office all this time. No more of that. Dogs will play in here any time they like, if it will keep you quiet." One of the dogs left the room. While Hanley and the other dog stared at the door and wondered if he'd come back, I prattled on. "Maybe this is why coliseums were built. Roman mannies would bring their charges--excuse me, their employers--to the coliseum to keep them occupied. I'll bet you'd like to see a lion render a man limb from limb, aye?"

That's when she started crying again. Suddenly, she was hungry. I took that to mean Yes.