My story, Prelude to Enchantment appeared in the 2017 Solstice Calendar. With Suzan Lovett’s kind permission, this is a brief second chapter.
“Whatcha got there, Starsk?”
“Oh, just something I picked up at the art supply store for the party this weekend.” Starsky handed over the bag.
“I didn’t know we were having a party.”
“You do now!”
Hutch opened the sack and peered inside. “Henna?”
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Christmas Card |
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Sequel to Prelude |
Where the Wild Things Are |
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(by Det. Starsky, found by Matsir in a stack of old police reports marked Must Be Rewritten)
Look, I’m not a sex fiend, despite Hutch’s claims. I don’t get erections at the drop of a hat. (Well, except that time he greeted me at his door wearing nothing but his stetson and it wasn’t on his scalp) It’s just that sometimes things, well, come up when you don’t want them to, so here’s a few of my tricks to hiding a hard-on at work:
File folders – Every man knows the old junior high trick of hiding behind your books. Guys that’d never picked up a book in their life, hell, guys that probably couldn’t even read were walking the halls sporting Algebra or Civics crotch shields. Same problem, different hallway. Just make sure it’s not the file that Minnie’s been looking for and label side out.
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Part 3
Starsky continued to stop by Huggy’s regularly and watch the life inside through the windows. Hutch hadn’t come back out to his car. It was better that way, he told himself and he tried to ignore the ache of disappointment.
Besides, the connection he’d felt with Hutch was sure to break when he could no longer ignore Huggy’s late payments.
Doris, his waitress, was just getting back to work. Starsky had seen her the previous night, gamely taking orders with a taped up ankle. But Gus had called Starsky into his office twice that week already questioning his collection methods. He couldn’t wait any more.
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Blondie and the Beast Part 3 |
Eight Ways to Hide a Hard On |
Original version – White Christmas
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten,
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
My version – Blond Cop
I’m dreaming of a blond cop
The sexiest I’ve ever known
With hair that glistens,
and ears that listen
To hear my whispers in the snow
I’m dreaming of a blond cop
With every crime report I write
May our days be horny and tight
And may all our liaisons excite
I’m dreaming of a blond cop
With a smile so white
May our days be merry and bright
And may all our Christmases delight
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Quality That Counts |
White Christmas/Blond Cop |
Fifteen years after Sweet Revenge, Starsky is still needling Hutch.
“It’s a beauty!” Starsky exclaimed, admiring the fresh cut, green pine tree as they adjusted it in the stand.
Hutch didn’t respond. He didn’t see the beauty or the point of it either, not this year, not since he had moved to the condo, alone, separated, awaiting his second divorce. If Starsky hadn’t shown up at his door with the tree and trimmings, hadn’t been so insistent that Hutch let him make a gift of the holiday greenery, he certainly would not be putting one up. He wouldn’t be down on the floor, suffering rug burn from the scratchy, beige carpet or straining his shoulder to straighten the trunk according to Starsky’s instructions.
Starsky stepped back, judging the angle. “A little to left. A little more… Stop! Too much. Back a little. Uh, huh, right there. Right there! Perfect.”
