Boy

By LH Haggerty

A young Girl ignites the embers of a long dormant life within him. Together they are destined to rise above the cloying fingers of a past of darkness waiting to choke their very lives. He is raped as many times as the second hand tick on an hour Clock. Forced to bring drugs into Prison while existing in a fog of addiction. She has been abused by a Stepmother and Stepfather whom literally chain her to an existence of slavery till her only avenue is escape from a demented pair whom see her as only a tool for their twisted satisfaction.
Quickly the young Girl and Boy come to realize that darkness has not abandoned it's hold...'Club Janus' has become a web of corruption and death lurking to fulfill it's right from a stormy night, a past better left forgotten.

• Language: English
• Publisher: LH Haggerty
• Release date: May 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005751340

LH Haggerty

How many times have you brought a Book, read a Book and no nothing about the Author...She or He is a great read adynamic writer...I believe a book has its opportunity to mean more to the reader than just a story. A great experience in reading is to feel that in some moments within the story the Author has a real grasp, a period in time in which She or He has experienced what you hold in your hands...I grew up in a middle class neighborhood until my parents painful break up. Afterwards I moved into the 'Hood' of South Central LA. Good, Bad it shaped me it was a time when choices were thrusted upon me then where short roads in any direction existed. I enjoy writing greatly. Comic Books taught me to read, write and appreciate the written language and to escape. When you read what I have written you will get a sense of it's realness... none of the Books from me to you are pasted lines they have a depth of realness which cannot be invented...I Graduated from 'The University of Kansas with a degree in Psychology. I am a mature gentleman in age, a Grandfather. I am submitting 'Screenplays'(At the moment) and I am starting on my sixth book which will end? the three (3) Book series of 'Hot Fudge' 'Dark Rendezvous' 'In the Noon Day Sun'. It is my pleasure to bring excitement, pain, pleasure, a great experience into your moments no matter where you are.

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Boy

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LH Haggerty

Copyright© 2021 by LH Haggerty

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Table of Contents

BOY

TAMMY

RANDOLPH

TAMMY

TURK

JUSTIN

GRIFFITH PARK & JEREMY

LAS VEGAS

ECHO PARK

PAULY

HOLLYWOOD

ECHO PARK

LAUREL CANYON & GILLETE

PART II

PELONE

VENICE BEACH

ORANGE COUNTY / PELONE

LAS VEGAS

PAULY’S ESTATE

CAMERON

CLUB JANUS / MARIA

PELONE & CAMERON

RANDOLPH’S SOIREE

CLUB JANUS / PELONE

THE TASTE OF REVENGE

CLUB JANUS

LAKE TAHOE

JUSTIN & PELONE

PAULY & TURK

THE MOMENT OF TRUTH

BOY & TAMMY

EPILOGUE

STILLWATER

BOY

Sunshine brushed across Hollywood offering an impression of a City paradise filled with secret promises of treasures. He squinted through the sparkling glare of sun shimmering off the buses window at his new Home, a new beginnings and hope.

The buses air exhaust signaled an end to his ride from Minnesota to Los Angeles. He carried only a small bag and the two-hundred dollars gate money given to him upon his release from Stillwater State Prison. The City is alive with activity. He stood next to a railing separating the Bus Terminal from a major food chain. The cigarette he smoked with its red-hot ember of fire is in a sense reflective of the same burning desires ebbing and pulsing within his own reservoir of passion and ambition.

He needed something brilliant to shine in his life. A release from the dark recesses of his mind and from the nightmarish dramas of others clinging to his existence like pollen. Extinguishing the cigarettes fire beneath his shoe he walked out onto the sidewalk of humanity. His five foot-seven, one-hundred seventy-pound frame graced the eyes of the many pedestrians with a handsomeness which touched briskly on the side of effeminate hauteur. His shoulder length hair the purest of blacks absorbed the sun’s rays with a lustrous quality. Almost magnetizing the hands of passerby’s for just a brief touch between their fingers. Dark green eyes under thick eyebrows hinted at the Italian ancestry from his Father while thin lips with wide inviting mouth and etched nose is owed to his Mother, a White Mountain Apache. Whose beauty is not only carried through her line and masked in her son’s features but also captured and blossomed in his physical appearance of smooth hairless chest and legs.

He entered the Restaurant next door to the Terminal. He ordered fries, coke, and a salad. He found a seat in the rear of the Restaurant to eat and savor a moment alone. He is very much aware of his handsomeness and the attention it carried in a World where outside appearances counted for much… too much…

…In prison his body and looks had been a blanket of security and thorn of torture. He had been raped twice in the five years of his incarceration. Sold once to a Spanish crew which forced him to bring drugs into the Prison. While keeping him in a net of heroin addiction and satisfying their every sexual whim. On the prison yard he was known as, Doll Boy or just, Boy. A play toy whose sexual prowess reached a point of such intensity amongst male prisoners. That its pervasive quality propelled prison Administrators to put him into solitary confinement the last year of his incarceration. Though this arrangement of security only manifested itself into a sordid and sexual audience by Correctional Officers who regarded him as a pliant slave. In the last day of his incarceration while changing into his street clothing for release. He had stood nude and in appealing contrast to the gray walls of the Prisons’ clothing room. Where he had yielded his soft sensual body to the Officer on duty that final morning…

…The virulent past and crushing spasms of ecstasy from the Guard atop him was replaced by the aroma of food and murmur of humanity. He stared out of the Restaurant window and for a brief heartbeat, a smile touched his lips just before he got up to leave.

Morning air is carried gently through the open window in a cooling rhythmic flutter, feathering his nude body lying across the bed. The television is turned down to mute. Only the early morning light traffic could be heard echoing life’s progress through the City.

His eyes are closed while listing to his newfound freedom. Smooth legs are bent causing his knees to point toward the ceiling. His breath is deep and shallow, and the morning coolness electrified his skin and whirled his senses to a boil. With three long fingers which he placed between his legs causing his breath to become shallow and heart to thud against his chest. Just before the doors of fantasy and the on rush of pleasurable tides began their release. He thrust the three fingers inside once, twice. His back arched and a moan escaped from deep within his throat.

Rolling over onto his side he lay there thinking about his many male relationships. He had never been with a woman, and growing up on a Government Reservation had itself been an introduction to homosexuality. His first act of homosexuality had occurred in School with one of his Instructors. He had accepted the act as a common occurrence although at twelve he knew well what had happened. He had not been forced and there were no existing barriers later in his life as a consequence of his actions. The labeling names of homosexual, gay and faggot are not nor have ever been in the vocabulary of his Tribe. Such names are definitive of shame and described a result of one’s actions in other Cultures. In his Culture how could there be shame in one’s own choice?

The ideal of an intimate relationship with a woman held only a curious note. He neither disliked females nor was he at any time lured into an attraction to the opposite sex. Women he knew displayed an ingenuous intuition about sex. Its’ usage and the subtle ways to attract their counterparts. This arsenal of feminine wiles he knew is not needed between men. Commitment is not dependent upon roles, attitudes, or the many emotions threading such a fragile net of understanding between men and women. Men wanted lovers, secretive, passionate, and intense from heartbeat to heartbeat. Kindness is a characteristic displayed mostly by men. He had never met a kind woman. Tender yes. His Mother is tender and caring.

He shook himself out of his web of thoughts. He needed a place to live and money. The two-hundred dollars gate money plus the extra hundred the guard had given him would last only a few more days if he, was careful with his spending. He showered and put on black corduroy pants and a dark gray cotton shirt. His hair reaching well below his shoulder blades and is tied in a ponytail with a black string.

He walked South on La Brea Blvd. for a while until he reached Santa Monica Blvd. He had heard so much about Hollywood and Los Angeles in Prison. Now that he is here he walked the streets and watched as people and the City contrasted yet blended into a life of its own. Where people are as abundant and varied as their own fanciful whims in clothing, advertisement, and catered pleasures. A City thriving and growing from assorted desires and tastes. He wanted only a chance to taste the delicacies offered from this Cities plate.

TAMMY

She emerged from the car quickly. Her date had refused to take her up to Wilshire Boulevard Great! She thought. Now, I’m stuck in an area where she is known and had left behind many years ago. But not long enough when it came to one of the older Bunco Squad boys probably cruising around now, and she knew shit could happen. The thousand dollars from the date along with the three-thousand she already had is enough for any Cop to be suspicious. Especially nowadays with drug dealers coming in a variety of guises. Although her rap sheet would dispel the notion of drugs it would still not get her off the hook easily. She was out of the parking lot and maybe twenty feet from the Restaurant door when she spotted the cruiser coming West toward her on Santa Monica Blvd.

He saw the girl in the tan suede pants suit come from the Restaurants parking lot about sixty feet in front of him. She hesitated after looking in the direction of the oncoming traffic. Then swinging her head in his direction caused rivulets of golden hair to fan over her shoulder to display chiseled features in delicate proportions. She is beautiful with full lips curving into a frown of concern. He had no time to respond to the unexpected embrace and kiss from the strange girl. Her mouth is cool and inviting a heartbeat of hunger within an ecstasy of passion held the girl close to him. As quickly as it had happened the moment slowly ebbed away after the girl released her hold on him to look at the Police cruiser passing by them.

Sorry. The girl’s voice was husky sensual. He found himself looking into deep blue eyes that clearly reflected a glint of mischievousness, an orchestration of the girl’s character.

Are introductions always this quick in Los Angeles? He inquired, a smile edged the corners of his lips.

The girl chuckled at his remark it was like a tinkle of bubbles. No…that was not a pass. She said slowly weighing her words. Let’s just say that you helped a Maiden in distress.

He searched the girls face for an answer to her comment, but his search is met with a beautiful and innocent smile from the girl. If we are out of the woods my young damsel? He said weighing his words. Then I’ll go and get something to eat. He had turned towards the Restaurants entrance, but a hand