Male Touch

Nathan prepared himself for a sixty-year-old codger with a beer-gut and a bald spot. The 6'3- stud who walked in the door was not what he expected. The man had the bluest eyes Nathan had ever seen. His hair was midnight black with not a hint of gray, the perfect foil for his left-over summer tan. Even through his kaki uniform shirt and tight jeans, Nathan could tell the man was built. He stuck out a calloused hand, first to Amy, then to Nathan. -Sorry it took me so long to get here, folks. I was out on another call when my dispatcher told me what happened. I'm Sheriff Brandon Nash.- His voice was rich and smooth. Nathan wanted him to keep talking just so he could hear it again. His next words made Nathan want to scream for him to shut-up. -Your friend out there tells me you think you were the target of a gay-bashing, Dr. Morris. I have to tell you, I find that hard to believe.-