Sexy Gay Stories - Volume Four - three m/m short stories

in half. He crossed the small room and slid the cheque into my shirt pocket.
    ‘Kyle speaks highly of you. I think he’s going to miss you.’ Then Winchester patted my chest and smiled the smile of an old and exceedingly dangerous shark. ‘Finish with the roses before you leave, Mr Fowler. They’re looking a little droopy.’

    After I finished with the roses, I returned the truck to the lawn care office and asked my supervisor to give me a different Thursday assignment.
    I didn’t look at the cheque until I was home that evening. I pulled it from my shirt and flattened it on my kitchen table.
    $10,000.00.
    I’d never seen that much money before.
    I’ll probably never see that much again.
    I shredded the cheque and ran the pieces down my garbage disposal. Then I drank myself to sleep and called in sick the next morning.
    When my fellow gardeners tell their stories about a “guy they used to work with” or a “friend of a guy they used to work with” seduced by the woman of the house where they were working, I don’t say a thing.
    Who would believe me anyhow?

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