About Lost and Found 3: Teacher's Pet
by Syd McGinley
57 pages
/ 22500 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-460-1, 1-60370-460-4
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Dr. Fell would rather do just about anything than go to the mall, but somehow that's exactly where he ends up, doing Ben's shopping. He doesn’t expect to run into anyone he knows, but when a certain Santa’s Elf reminds him of their past acquaintance, Dr. Fell finds his carefully ordered world rocked on its axis.
Interested as he is, family problems make it difficult for Dr. Fell to explore his attraction. Things come to a head when Dr. Fell realizes the solution to both his family issues and his new relationship lie in his past – and in the one person he’s been avoiding for years. Is redemption just a plane ride away? Will Dr. Fell muster the courage to face his demons? Will the time away allow Dr. Fell to claim his Forever Boy before it's too late?
Sample
“Come on, son, it’s all right.”
The world shatters.
Pol holds me while he guides me back to earth.
“What do you need, boy?”
Pol lifts me down, and pulls me into his arms.
“Shhh, Johnny, shh. It’s okay.”
I can’t say what I need, but Pol is doing something. He’s walked me to his garage, thrown his overcoat over me, and bundled me into the front seat.
We don’t talk as we drive through the snowy dark. How can it be evening already? Pol always was slow with a fisting, but I’ve really lost time today. I work on controlling my emotions.
The heat is cranked in his car, but I start to worry about where we’re going. I’m naked under his coat. God, I hope my stipulation of no experiments protects me here.
Pol’s pulled through some stone gates and we’re driving through a weird landscape of snow banks and trees and surreal towering shapes.
“Fuck,” I say aloud as I realize the nearest shape is a snow angel -- I mean a huge Victorian stone angel with snow on it... oh God. I know where we are. Pol’s come in the side entrance of the cemetery and we’re driving through the old sections.
“No,” I say weakly.
“You need to say goodbye. You didn’t have any ritual. People need that.”
“Fucking anthropologists.”
He just laughs.