“I heard that,” Bray complained.
“I don’t care,” Alex told him, turning, drawing Mani along with him.
“You’re gonna take this freak over me? You’ll regret it. This is just a rebound. Don’t you think you’ll miss me?”
Alex paused. He could argue with Bray, but what would be the point? Bray was just upset because Alex had moved on so easily. If he took the man back, after a few weeks, Bray’s feet would just get itchy again. Besides, he’d already found a better man. Alex turned back to face Bray, tilting the glasses down from his eyes, letting the other man see the amusement in his gaze. “Naw,” he said. “You know how it is. I need my spaceman.”
With a wink, Alex pushed the glasses back up to cover his eyes, and, hand-in-hand with Mani, he wandered off down the road, walking as straight as his straining erection would allow.
Sharon Maria Bidwell
Sharon Maria Bidwell was born one New Year’s Eve within the London area. Since having her first short story accepted and the editor announcing her as “a writer who is going places,” her work -- poems, short stories and articles -- have appeared steadily in print and online publications. Previously, she kept the erotic side of her writing separate. The genre appealed though as it allows her the freedom to create something more expressive, less oppressive. She firmly believes that having a chance at such “free reign” reflects favourably in her work. It has always been a part of her personality in that she likes surprising and delighting people. She links her most favoured and often most successful work closely to fantasy, though her writing crosses genres. Uly’s Comet is her first novel.
She loves reading, the movies and going to the theatre and spending time with a few very special people. Her friends are waiting to discover something she isn’t good at. She often thinks about moving but lives primarily in a world of her own. Visit this diverse writer’s site at: http://uk.geocities.com/theviewoveraonia.
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