Ever since his one-night stand with big, butch, bisexual Bill, Marty’s been in the hopeless grip of a passionate yet seemingly unrequited love. Housesitting for the object of his affection, all he can do is cry on the scaly shoulders of Bill’s exotic fish ... until he meets the tipsy time-traveler who lives upstairs.<br><br>Arthur Prefect (not his real name) is a refugee from a dystopian time, and he’s pining, too, for the man he left back in the future. Over the course of a drunken evening, Marty dreams up a plan to reconnect the lonely young man with his lost love ... but he’ll need to do more than dream to fix his own future with Bill.

Back from the Future

I sighed. “The one with the fringing?”


Very deliberately, Arthur reached over and took back the bottle.


I no longer needed vodka; I was drunk on my sense of purpose. “You need a solicitor. An old, established firm—no, on second thoughts, make it a multi-national. Arethere any multi-national firms of solicitors? There must be. Make it an old, established, multi-national, then. Wait a minute.” I Googled quickly on my phone, tapping in big law firms. Actually, I tapped in big large dicks, at the first attempt; auto-correct knows me far too well. “Here we are,” I said at last, and frowned. “You’d better not have finished that.”


Arthur squinted at the vodka bottle. “There’s still the wine. And the people who work at the garage down the road are very understanding. What have you found?”


“Mortar and Slay. And Spinkmaters. We could go with both of them. Belt and braces, that’s what I always say. The old two-condom trick, although somewhat safer in practice.”


Chapter 5