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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


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something's always wrong


Lately, Lloyd has been taking his position as Hanley, Inc.'s Director of Security a bit too seriously. His concern for our safety is so great that he's taken to destroying various balls, rubber duckies, pillows, and other small objects, obviously to make sure there isn't an incendiary device hidden inside. What a trooper. He gives until it hurts. Unfortunately, it tends to hurt Hanley, as it's usually her toys and stuffed animals that end up in tiny bits on Lloyd's dog bed. We've tried explaining to Lloyd that he doesn't have to be so extreme, but he's not taking us seriously. The top brass at Hanley, Inc. aren't amused. But the CEO agreed with me the other day when I pointed out that it's better the 80 lb. pit bull take his issues out on The Big H's toy football than The Big H herself.

Plus, it's kind of funny. Hanley has a vocabulary of about five hundred words now, and it's amusing to hear how she chooses to put those words together. Last week, I was flipping through a magazine while Hanley was at her table with her crayons. When she's absorbed in an activity, Hanley will chatter endlessly to herself, sometimes what she's saying is in English, but most of the time she speaks the language of her home planet. This was one of those times, so I was only dimly aware that she'd moved on from coloring to the basket of toys and books. En route to the toy basket, she'd stopped at Security Station A (A.K.A. Lloyd's dog bed) and was wringing her hands and alternately pointing while dancing in place and chattering like a drunken monkey.

The situation seemed to warrant my attention, so I put down the magazine and glanced at the dog bed, upon which was a neat little heap of shredded cardboard. Amidst the gibberish, I heard Hanley complain, "Oh! Oh, Lloyd. Oh, man. No, Lloyd. It always something!"

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