Jerry Sanger is a member of M.A.L.E., an elite agency made up of ex-Army buddies bored with civilian life. But he always gets the junk assignments, and just once, he’d like a job where he doesn’t have to wear high heels or impersonate a go-go dancer at a strip club in order to take out his target. Sure, he looks good in a dress, but still.<br><br>On returning home from his latest assignment, Jerry encounters his hot teddy bear of a neighbor, Guff, fighting off four men intent on doing him serious harm. Jerry helps Guff out and then demands to know what’s going on, in between flirting and striking a pose in his spandex dress.<br><br>Guff doesn’t want his help, but Jerry gives it anyway, determined to solve Guff’s problem. And if they happen to get a lot closer as a result, he won’t complain.

Junk M.A.L.E.

“She likes to have everybody under her thumb. She’s an over-the-top control freak. I was never a good ‘follower,’ so it was awful growing up. We always butted heads, while my brothers rolled over and did whatever she wanted. There were bodyguards that followed me around everywhere, and whenever I managed to make friends, they didn’t last long. Then I realized I was gay at thirteen, and she found out and tried to purge my homosexual tendencies. Couldn’t have a pervert in the family. Yet another strike against me. And then I turned eighteen, and found out I had a legacy from my paternal grandmother, which was mine to keep. I took it and ran, and I haven’t stopped running.”


“So you volunteer and keep a low profile.” And I almost laughed out loud at the irony that Guff could likely well afford the agency’s fees, should he have had to pay them.


Chapter 8