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    Mean Guy
    Mean Guy
    Mean Guy
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    Mean Guy

    By R.W. Clinger

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    Insurance claims officer Ricky Farr is a nice guy. He's single, charming, fun, and responsible. At thirty-eight, his life is going well. Things are nice these days, and comfortable.

    Then all hell breaks loose.

    Ricky asks his coworker (and frenemy) Jamie Oakley to do him a favor and help him move some boxes. What Ricky knows about Jamie is simple: he's blonde, beautiful, and mean. The stud isn't nice to anyone. Not to Ricky. Not to his boyfriends. No one.

    When Ricky confronts Jamie about being mean, the two have a hellacious argument. Ricky ignores him for a week, but something strange happens. Jamie claims he misses Ricky, and promises to be nice to him.

    Is this the beginning of a changed relationship -- and romance -- between the men? Or is Jamie just being his usual mean guy self, leading Ricky's heart astray?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJMS Books LLC
    Release dateJul 28, 2018
    ISBN9781634867139
    Mean Guy
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    R.W. Clinger

    R.W. Clinger is a resident of Pittsburgh. He has a degree in English from Point Park University of Pittsburgh. His writing entails gay human studies, and includes the novels Just a Boy, Skin Tour, Skin Artist, Soft on the Eyes, Pool Boy, and The Last Pile of Leaves. He has published many stories with Starbooks Press as well as The Weekender, a novella with Dreamspinner Press. His gay mystery, Cutie Pie Must Die, is published with Bold Stroke Books. For three years he has held the position of managing editor for the literary magazine, The Writer’s Post Journal. For more information, please visit rwclinger.com.

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      Mean Guy - R.W. Clinger

      Mean Guy

      By R.W. Clinger

      Published by JMS Books LLC

      Visit jms-books.com for more information.

      Copyright 2018 R.W. Clinger

      ISBN 9781634867139

      Cover Design: Written Ink Designs | written-ink.com

      Image(s) used under a Standard Royalty-Free License.

      All rights reserved.

      WARNING: This book is not transferable. It is for your own personal use. If it is sold, shared, or given away, it is an infringement of the copyright of this work and violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

      No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

      This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It may contain sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which might be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      Published in the United States of America.

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      Mean Guy

      By R.W. Clinger

      Jamie’s an asshole when he asks me, Why are we working our rumps off today, moving all these boxes and furniture, when we both know your aunt can afford a professional company to get the job done? He wipes sweat away from his forehead with the back of a muscular arm. It makes no sense to me, Ricky. I’d rather be doing something else. Watching paint dry would be better than this crap.

      I’ve already told you three times that my Great Aunt Sassy doesn’t like any strangers touching her things. You’re not a stranger. Plus, she has Alzheimer’s and needs it done. Can’t you just keep quiet and help her, and me, out?

      We each haul a cardboard box of cozy mysteries into an elevator, huffing. Both of us are in shape, but exhausted because of the last four hours of moving my aunt’s belongings.

      Whatever, he says, again being a mean asshole.

      We set our boxes down, and he presses the number three on the elevator’s interior wall.

      I tell him, Stop being cranky, Jamie. This is our last load for the day. We’ll finish the move tomorrow.

      The elevator doors close.

      Fuck tomorrow, and fuck this move, he says. You need to find someone else to help you tomorrow. I’m not available.

      He’s lying. I know it, and he knows it. We’re monkeys who move pages of insurance claims from one side of our desks to the other for Cassidy Insurance, and we have the day off. Plus, he won’t be playing soccer with his jock friends tomorrow morning because of a bi-week from his amateur games. Jamie Oakley doesn’t have anything else to do but help move my aunt’s things from her cobblestone mansion to an apartment overlooking Lake Erie. Case closed.

      We’re both available, I correct him.

      You might be, but I’m not. Don’t even think I’m helping you.

      The elevator rises, stops, and its door slides open. We exit in silence.

      Aunt Sassy’s lake-view apartment in Radbury Place is everything I want in the city of Templeton, Pennsylvania. She has two walls in the studio apartment that are all glass. The view is remarkable: small schooners, Squirrel Island in the distance, and choppy blue-green waves. As for the apartment, the place looks comfortable and big enough for her: kitchen, living room area, bathroom, two bedrooms, and a few closets. It’s not the mansion on Ruyard Court Road where she grew up as the daughter of a beer tycoon, but it will suffice now that she’s eighty-nine and in a secure building with every essential comfort one can imagine. An in-house spa, library, theatre room, casino room, fountain room, conservatory, and other rooms add to her ease. Also, she has a staff of nurses to care for her physical and mental needs. Money buys good things. Great Aunt Sassy isn’t an exception to the cliché.

      As sweet and sugary as Great Aunt Sylvia Sassywoma is, Jamie is her opposite, a complete jerk, bitter, and sour. Although the thirty-seven-year-old man resembles a Hollywood star with his blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and chiseled jaw, he’s an ass. How can a man at six-one with a rock-hard body and a flawless face be so hard? I will never understand. Talk about being negative about everything: the weather, activities, food…everything. No wonder I dislike him at times, even if he has a beautiful exterior.

      How Jamie and I get mixed up together to move my great aunt’s things feels unreal. Great Aunt Sassy demands I help her out. No one else. But I need some muscle to move her bedroom and living room sets out of the mansion and into Radbury Place, where my mother, Ruby, currently is making her aunt live since Sassy is beginning to suffer from dementia. Long story short, Jamie owes me a favor for hooking him up with one of my acquaintances, a fireman named Rico Dae. Our deal was simple at the time: if I introduced him to Rico, setting him up on a date with the hot and muscular daddy-stud-fireman, Jamie would have to do me a favor. Today, I have cashed in my favor: to help me move Great Aunt Sassy from one end of Templeton to the other.

      The move goes well until he drops his box of paperbacks to the floor and strips out of his canary yellow tank. He releases the cotton shirt, and it falls to the floor by his feet.

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