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Don't Ever Do It Again*See end notes for historical accuracies.
Setting: Miami Beach 1942
Clyde stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel off the rack, wrapping it around his lower body. His friend, Guy, stood in front of the mirror carefully rearranging his hair. They had to act fast. Clean up, pull some clothes on, and quickly leave the bungalow before Eddie woke up.
Two days ago, Guy decided to set them up on double dates with a pair of twin models.
"Beautiful women with long, blonde hair and Ava Gardner figures," Guy whispered to Clyde as they brushed their teeth. "You need a break from Eddie. Hell, you spend every waking minute with him, and then you go home to your house and the two of you "
Clyde cut him off. "I know. I've never been with a woman." He screwed the cap back on the toothpaste and placed it back on the shelf. "Eddie's never even allowed me to look at one. He needs me."
"Does he know you like men and women?" Guy smiled.
Clyde frowned and pulled on a long-s
Are You Now or Have You...Are You Now or Have You
Today I started reading a biography about Roy Cohn, and it said something like several people believed he had an affair with Joe McCarthy, but there is no evidence to support this. I also took the rumors that Roy and Hoover would attend orgies at The Plaza Hotel, and created this short little story. Warning: the last part can get graphic.)
Parings: Hoover/Tolson & McCarthy/Cohn
Place: Hoover and Tolson's house in Washington
"Your bedroom is upstairs next to ours."
Roy placed his two suitcases on the tiled foyer floor and gazed up the stairs. Edgar and Clyde stood silently by the front door. Outside, he could hear Joe's limo as it rambled down the street. An eerie sensation filled the air as he was dropped off. Joe couldn't stay, not even for a minute. He had to be at work. Roy had been sent to live, against his wishes, with Edgar and Clyde until this whole thing blew over. He couldn't stay at his mother's house in New York; it wasn't safe. He co
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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