Jim Newsome is the CEO of a food services consulting firm, working primarily for the healthcare industry. He wears a shoe lift due to a childhood accident that shortened his leg. Whenever he acquires a new client -- typically a hospital -- Jim goes undercover to get a firsthand look at the problems before reporting his findings, and possible solutions. His current assignment hasn’t been an easy one, and Jim’s relieved it will all be over at the end of the week. Then Jim meets Lance Lamas, an orthopedic specialist. Lance tries to strike up a conversation, but Jim isn’t playing nice. But Lance’s relentless pursuit pays off, and the two men go out on a double date with friends. The evening ends in the best way possible, and when Jim reveals who he really is, Lance knows he wants to keep him -- shoe lift, dirty mouth, and all.

To Lift My Sole

Lance leaned in to whisper in my ear, “Do you have any idea how much I want to lay you bare and fuck you right now? You rock the hell out of Armani, baby. Seriously.”


As we were in public, I simply said, “I know,” and turned to walk with him to get our lunch. I encountered my former boss working the buffet counter. When I asked for spaghetti and meatballs, he looked up at my voice and his mouth resembled a fish for a few seconds. He recovered quickly and—ungraciously, I might add—served my meal and moved on to take Lance’s order.


The cashier—Tricia, was her name—gave me a surprised laugh as she rang up my meal and said, “I knew there was more to you than you were letting on. Good for you, honey.”


Lance and I made our way to the usual spot, but it was crowded at this time of day. So we found another place that wasn’t as bad, closer to the street and foot traffic on the sidewalk.


Chapter 13