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Mike and his lover are very discreet as they meet secretly in a place that very few know exists. As first year medical residents in a hospital overseen by a physician known for hating gays, their lives are filled with drudgery and paranoid vigilance. When Mike’s former lover, his first love, calls one night with an offer too good to pass up, Mike decides to take a few days off and check it out. The man he once loved now seems different, however, and he speaks of some kind of “special place” for gay men which he and his boss have designed as a utopia. Mike has never heard of such a place and he fears there may be some connection between his first love and his gay hating boss. And why has he been unable to get in touch with his current lover since he has been away for such a short time? Has the gentle man who Mike now shares his life with and who loves him freely and openly been taken to the “special place?”
The two young men dressed as they always did in the little room…in total darkness. They put on their “straight” jackets, kissed each other one last time, unlocked the door, and went their separate ways. Jackson’s expertise in the operating room could not be matched, and he only hoped that his secret life outside of the operating room would never be revealed. After working ten days in a row, Mike finally had a day off. Feeling overwhelmed and overworked was nothing new to him and it was often the result of his own doing. He assumed extra shifts if asked, not so much from a sense of duty, but more as a way of proving that he was just as worthy of the white jacket as his fellow colleagues. He freed his car from its parking garage prison and hurried home to the sanctuary of his studio apartment.
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Mike hurried to the assigned trauma bay where Doug was beginning to assess the patient. “The patient has been heavily sedated, standard procedure for the flight, but he is stable. Let’s see. The chart indicates that his name is….”
“Jackson!” Mike shouted and rushed to his side.
“Yes, his name is Jackson Page. I take it you know him?”
“Jackson, it’s Mike. Jackson, wake up.”
Doug gently pulled him back. “He’s asleep, Mike. Step back, please.”
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Jackson slowly began to walk behind Doug’s desk to get a look at the picture on the wall. “Is this your family?”
Not turning around, Doug answered with a soft, “yes.”
Jackson jerked the picture off the wall, bringing the nail with it. He slammed it down on the desk, forcing Doug to look at it. Standing behind him, Jackson placed his hands firmly on both arms of Doug’s chair and harshly spoke. “What are you trying to pull, Doctor? I’m not like the others, the young guys like Rusty and Mike and the poor misled and trusting souls like Todd. I’m a little bit older and a hell of a lot wiser so if you are on some sadistic mission to rid the world of the evils of homosexuality, you are messing with the wrong man.”
The two young men dressed as they always did in the little room…in total darkness. They put on their “straight” jackets, kissed each other one last time, unlocked the door, and went their separate ways. Jackson’s expertise in the operating room could not be matched, and he only hoped that his secret life outside of the operating room would never be revealed. After working ten days in a row, Mike finally had a day off. Feeling overwhelmed and overworked was nothing new to him and it was often the result of his own doing. He assumed extra shifts if asked, not so much from a sense of duty, but more as a way of proving that he was just as worthy of the white jacket as his fellow colleagues. He freed his car from its parking garage prison and hurried home to the sanctuary of his studio apartment.
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Mike hurried to the assigned trauma bay where Doug was beginning to assess the patient. “The patient has been heavily sedated, standard procedure for the flight, but he is stable. Let’s see. The chart indicates that his name is….”
“Jackson!” Mike shouted and rushed to his side.
“Yes, his name is Jackson Page. I take it you know him?”
“Jackson, it’s Mike. Jackson, wake up.”
Doug gently pulled him back. “He’s asleep, Mike. Step back, please.”
********
Jackson slowly began to walk behind Doug’s desk to get a look at the picture on the wall. “Is this your family?”
Not turning around, Doug answered with a soft, “yes.”
Jackson jerked the picture off the wall, bringing the nail with it. He slammed it down on the desk, forcing Doug to look at it. Standing behind him, Jackson placed his hands firmly on both arms of Doug’s chair and harshly spoke. “What are you trying to pull, Doctor? I’m not like the others, the young guys like Rusty and Mike and the poor misled and trusting souls like Todd. I’m a little bit older and a hell of a lot wiser so if you are on some sadistic mission to rid the world of the evils of homosexuality, you are messing with the wrong man.”
110 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 3, 2011
About the author
B.K. Wright
49 books7 followersB.K. Wright lives in Wichita, Kansas, with a significant other of many years. Wright began writing short stories of gay romance years ago, Montana, Mine, being the first novel.
Wright shares the belief of Oscar Wilde that male love is the noblest form of affection, and hopes that through these novels the message that gay men can find a significant other with whom to share their lives will be conveyed.
Wright shares the belief of Oscar Wilde that male love is the noblest form of affection, and hopes that through these novels the message that gay men can find a significant other with whom to share their lives will be conveyed.
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August 19, 2011
God, this was awful, too much unrealistic, all the characters were sluts trying to appear deep, and more improtantly, it stars at one couple, ends up as two, the supposedly mc endup both of them with other guys.
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