TMH

THE MOULIN HUGE

LLOYD'S PAGE

Passages from The Moulin Huge from Lloyd's point of view:

. . . Waiting for Torch, he dripped in Armani from head to toe. Even without being a fashion king, he was devastatingly handsome with a strong hint of prettiness and felt the natural light from the sun best displayed his boyish charms rather than the glare of the overhead chandelier. Lloyd had to look good at all times. With Torch in his life, he always had to give him his very best. After all, there were many standing in line, as evidenced this very evening. Reveling in his noire setting, Lloyd heard the buzzer. How could he not have his key? Damn. He jumped up and went to the intercom to buzz the door open for him. Hurriedly, he darted back to his seat, posed again, and tried not to look as though he had rushed, although a trickle of sweat dotted his brow. He wiped his forehead and licked his fingers. Lloyd thought his sweat to be like the morning dew on a fuzzy peach, a sort of nectar for the gods. Lloyd was not the skinniest person in the Quarter.

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Lloyd grabbed Rex's thigh and said, "With an attitude like that, you're sure to get a big tip." He moved his hands onto Rex's crotch. "And with equipment like that, I'm sure to have a big, good time. And let me warn you. After you've had my pussy, you won't want anybody else's."

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"Trust me." He placed his hand on Rex's arm. "I wish I had someone to call." Walking toward the windows, he continued, "It is for the excitement of the moment. Coming to this office with you makes me feel like I own the world, that I am the 'king' and I have the power to be naughty at the office and," pointing to the portraits on the wall, "the family doesn't even know it." He continued as though he was teaching a class while using his arms for expression and emphasis. "A fleeting moment. I survive on the energy I create by living from season to season; from event to event; from social soiree to soiree, and then I fill the empty gaps with hunts of the night when the moon is full." He looked out at the city and at the moon. "Mostly, I'm lonely. Even if I am surrounded by a crowd, I'm restless."