doomed nineteen-year-old czechoslovakian male escort
Fredo lives in hotels because he likes
things done for him. And swanky, boutique hotels in Western Europe do
the most. His working name is Fred because when he says his real name
people just mention The Godfather, which he’s sick of. His English
sucks, but when you’re that gorgeous it doesn’t matter. He’s
waiting for moneybags number three of the evening to show. He knows
if he makes the guy see God – which he does every time – the guy
will pay triple.
And as the blood clot travels to his
brain, Fredo crosses his legs for the last time ever and appears
happy, lying there sideways on the biggest, most comfortable bed in
the world.
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davey houle is a writer from chicago, illinois. he is finishing up a collection of stories. more of his work is at spacerspace.wordpress.com.