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A Tales From Wilton Manors Publication<br />

Evil Trees And<br />

Little Children<br />

Evil trees and little children often<br />

drink fruits of the sea.<br />

I know to you this is bewildering<br />

but not so if you were me.<br />

Boys and girls trying to grow<br />

through cracks in the cement while<br />

Father Charles and Mrs. Brown<br />

scream they must repent.<br />

Everyone walking barefoot<br />

chewing their gum with glee yet<br />

they’re frowning in the mirror<br />

wondering who they’ll see.<br />

James Dean is “Dead”, Madonna<br />

is “Old” and moved away from the<br />

city. Nobody really wants to be<br />

John Lennon anymore. Isn’t that a<br />

pity?<br />

Yet evil trees and little children<br />

often drink fruits of the sea.<br />

I know to you this is bewildering<br />

but not so if you were me...<br />

Featuring the Writing and Photography of Brett Butler<br />

Stories: Evil Trees and Little Children / What Shall I Do Today, Dear Rebecca / Homesick<br />

for The Valley of the Damned / Bok Choy / Beefy Daddy / Wilton Landing / Alternative<br />

Nation (Part 1) The Sweet Smell / Catholic School Boys in Trouble (Part 1) / Father of the<br />

Year (Part 1) / I Was His Slave / eBooks for Sale on our Website

What Shall I Do<br />

Today, Dear<br />

Rebecca?<br />

Homesick for The Valley of the<br />

Damned<br />

Shall I go amongst the gypsy<br />

dancers seeking forgotten answers<br />

to questions that don’t exist<br />

anymore?<br />

Lost then in a dream of illusion<br />

reaching no clear conclusion.<br />

Searching a face I often sought<br />

before.<br />

Shall I go forth with pain that<br />

numbs me finding he who then<br />

becomes me speaking words I<br />

swore I’d speak no more?<br />

Shall I chase the night in search of<br />

laughter carefully side stepping<br />

disaster never quite reaching what<br />

I’m after?<br />

Knowing not who keeps score<br />

“or” what then shall i do dear<br />

Rebecca?<br />

All was quiet as cars and buses<br />

came to a halt. People froze and<br />

turned into statues.<br />

There was no wind, and far in the<br />

distance, very far, two months<br />

three days away, he faintly heard<br />

the oriental flute and gypsy<br />

tambourine.<br />

He pictured the cool zombies<br />

dancing around the golden horse,<br />

laughing at the straights that<br />

would hide their children behind<br />

paper shields.<br />

He was sixteen when they pushed<br />

him into The Valley of The<br />

Damned and periodically his<br />

mother and his distant telephone<br />

father threw him a rope of thorns.<br />

Then they went off cleaning their<br />

fingernails, always saying, "Why<br />

doesn't he come home?"<br />

He died two times only to be<br />

reborn. He could not die again. He<br />

walked on his fingernails, two<br />

months three days, to the land of<br />

the straights. He was only to find<br />

that everyone was away on<br />

vacation, and his mother had<br />

forgotten his name. He went in<br />

sixteen, spent a thousand years<br />

and came out three quarters past<br />

eighteen.<br />

Now he is nineteen, wishing he was<br />

twelve. Three years means so<br />

much. He knew pawing and lust,<br />

and stood naked for a golden vein.<br />

He did not know love. Is there<br />

love?<br />

Where are my three years?<br />

The straights mistrusted him and<br />

hid their jewelry out of his sight.<br />

The cool zombies call to him at all<br />

hours of the night, and he is so<br />

incredibly alone.<br />

Is there no love?<br />

No love at all...

Bok Choy<br />

If you find Bok Choy in your refrigerator, then it’s the end of your relationship. I<br />

saw it and I did not know what it was. I mean we had been together for eighteen<br />

years. If it weren’t covered in chocolate, then Max would not have eaten it. So, this<br />

little slice of health food raised my eyebrow, when I gently asked, “What the fuck is<br />

this?” He kindly responded, “I want to eat a little healthier.” Healthier? I thought.<br />

I met this man at McDonalds eating a McRib when he was 22. He just turned 40,<br />

and I am now in my 50’s. Health food has never gone into his mouth. So, I have this<br />

fuckin’ Bok Choy in my house now. Well, it wasn’t long after, that our relationship<br />

began falling apart. Don’t get me wrong, my friends told me we were in trouble<br />

long before the Bok Choy incident. We stopped having sex a while back and<br />

everything, I mean everything, he did was getting on my last nerve. Now I am no<br />

angel either. I am kind of a neat freak and he is kind of a slob. Like after he takes a<br />

shower, he leaves the towel on the floor, and if I don’t pick it up, it will sit there<br />

forever. I also do everything for him. I make his breakfast and pack his lunch for<br />

work. I take care of him when he is ill, but when I am sick; he lets me lay in the bed<br />

for eight hours, without ever checking on me or asking me if I need anything. One<br />

time, when he did come in and ask, it still took another 45 minutes to get the water<br />

I requested. I did not see those signs, but I did see the Bok Choy. We stopped going<br />

out and would sit for hours not saying a word to each other. So I decided not to<br />

pick up his wet towel after his shower and to not make his breakfast or lunch, so<br />

you know what, he got upset and called me a bitch. We had been together so long. I<br />

just wanted to save our relationship, so I went back to being that Stepford<br />

boyfriend. I went back to picking up the towel, cooking, and even then he made me<br />

wash his back in the bath. One night I washed his back and neck and thought<br />

about fuckin’ choking him, but I kept doing it anyway. I remember what a lost<br />

lamb he was at 22 and now at 40 he was a successful businessman. I pushed him<br />

and paid for him, to get a college degree as I painted and sold my paintings to make<br />

him the spoiled Bok Choy eating man he is today. The fighting increased and I<br />

prayed and prayed for guidance. The Bok Choy finally did it for me, so I lost it and<br />

moved out, until my best friend reminded me that I own the house. Three months<br />

later I walked into the house. It was clean. I was expecting flies in the air and rats<br />

running through the house, but it was cleaner than the way I kept it. I ran to the<br />

bathroom expecting to find a mountain of towels, but there was none. I ran to the<br />

refrigerator and opened it only to find even more Bok Choy. At that point, I<br />

snapped and threw his shit out on the lawn. I changed the lock and moved back in.<br />

I think I was so mad, because he acted like a helpless child all those years and I<br />

thought he needed me, but in reality maybe I was the problem wanting to take care<br />

of that helpless child. I did see him at one of my art shows and my friends all<br />

growled at him for showing up there. He was with an older man, even older than<br />

me. He looked happy, but I felt sorry for his new boyfriend. I am sure he is picking<br />

up his wet, smelly towels every day. As for me, maybe I will find love again or<br />

maybe not. I will keep on painting and know if I do start to date again and see Bok<br />

Choy in the refrigerator that I will have to run, run like hell…

Beefy Daddy<br />

I saw him on the drive. I didn’t even know his name, but when I saw<br />

him he was like a drug. I had to have this big, Beefy Daddy. I did all my<br />

poses to show off my best assets. I could tell he was interested, so I<br />

followed him into the bar. Oh, did I forget to tell you, I was on a date. I<br />

really just wanted to hook up and get fucked, but my date wanted to get<br />

to know me and for me to get to know him. That was bullshit, since all I<br />

wanted to know tonight was what Beefy Daddy looked like naked. I<br />

dragged my date into the bar. He just went on endlessly about his job<br />

and life. I was drooling over the sight of Beefy Daddy. I wondered how<br />

hairy his chest was or if he had a hairy ass. My date was still going on<br />

about family and other shit that I could care less about. If he were<br />

smart, he would have taken me home and fucked me instead of this<br />

holding hands and talking shit. Beefy Daddy was finally checking me<br />

out. I gave him a smile and he gave me a nod. Then that fucking date<br />

guy took my hand, so Beefy Daddy turned away. Dam, how do I get rid<br />

of this guy. He just wants me to go for coffee and talk. Who does he<br />

think he is, my therapist? Can’t he tell that I am cruising some guy<br />

right in front of him? I wondered how big Beefy Daddy’s dick was and<br />

what he smelled like. I kept looking at him, but he did not seem<br />

interested, since he realized that I was with someone. I couldn’t fake<br />

getting sick, since I would have to leave and lose Beefy Daddy’s trail. I<br />

smiled at my date as I watched Beefy Daddy’s every move in the mirror<br />

on the wall. Does this guy ever shut the fuck up? He goes on and on. Oh,<br />

by the way, I already forgot his name. Doesn’t he know I am just a big<br />

whore? I saw Beefy Daddy head toward the bathroom. This was my<br />

chance. I followed him in. He was washing his big hands as I leaned<br />

against the sink. He smiled and I smiled back. He grabbed me and we<br />

started to kiss. I ran my hand down to his cock, which I felt through his<br />

jeans. We left the bar together as what’s his name watched in shock.<br />

Beefy Daddy took me to his place, took off all his and my clothes, and<br />

had his way with me. In other words, we fucked like two dogs in heat.<br />

He was everything I could ever imagine. When we were done, I was<br />

covered in his sweat. I just wanted to lay next to him all night and talk.<br />

But the next second he grabbed my clothes and threw them at me and<br />

told me to get out. I was shocked. I had sex with Beefy Daddy and he<br />

wouldn’t even let me take a shower. I did the walk of shame, but I<br />

wasn’t ashamed. Two weeks later, I walked into the bar and saw Beefy<br />

Daddy. He was on a date with that same guy I dumped to have sex with<br />

him. They were holding hands and both of them gave me attitude. All I<br />

can say is that Beefy Daddy’s dick wasn’t that big and I’ve had better.<br />

Ok, I am lying. The sex was so good. Oh, wait, there’s a guy at the bar<br />

with a thick beard. I have to have thick beard guy…

Wilton Landing<br />

“Ira, get out of here”, Robert yelled, standing in front of the living room<br />

window.<br />

“What? I’m trying to do my hair here”, Ira said, holding a tube of hair<br />

gel and a comb in his hand.<br />

“Look at that little twink whore, Devon. His boyfriend just left for work<br />

and Juan the maintenance man is doing him.”<br />

“Stop being so nosey”, Ira said. Robert turned to Ira.<br />

“Why? If they wanted it to be a secret they should have closed the<br />

blinds. God, that Juan is hot. Juan’s a nice guy Rob.”<br />

“God Ira, he sleeps with anyone who bends over.” Ira sat on the white<br />

leather sofa and rubbed some gel in his hands and applied it to his short<br />

black hair. “So you have a coffee date tonight”, Ira asked.<br />

Robert turned around. “Indeed I do and he’s a doctor. My mother’s<br />

friend knows this doctor’s aunt who lives next door to his mother.”<br />

“That sounds complicated. What’s his name?”<br />

“Josh Grossman”<br />

Ira laughed ,“Grossman?”<br />

“Hey, he’s a nice Jewish boy.”<br />

“What about Juan”, Ira asked, trying to fix his hair.<br />

“Ira, I don’t like muscle guys with tattoos.”<br />

“Really, what about last summer in South Beach?”<br />

Robert ran over to Ira and put his hand over Ira’s mouth. “We never<br />

speak about last summer.”<br />

The doorbell rang. Ira opened the door to see Juan covered in sweat<br />

and holding his toolbox.<br />

“I got a request to fix the shower”, Juan said, as he entered the living<br />

room.<br />

Yeah, the one in my room which is down the hall on the left”, Robert<br />

told him.<br />

Juan walked towards Robert’s room.<br />

“God, would you look at my hair”, Ira said pointing to his head.<br />

“Who cares, he’s only the maintenance man.”<br />

Ira and Robert both watch as Juan entered the bedroom.

Alternative<br />

Nation (Part 1)<br />

The Sweet Smell<br />

Our story begins somewhere in the suburbs, where the sweet smells of<br />

fruit filled the street on Pepper Hill Lane. All the children walked to the<br />

bus stop as the husbands and wives vacated their homes. The sweet<br />

smells filled the neighborhood. A muscular, dark-haired man named<br />

Jason, stepped out of his house. He was wearing his black suit. He took<br />

a deep whiff of the sweet smells of the neighborhood. He loved Pepper<br />

Hill Lane and it was his Utopia. He had it all; the perfect wife, twin<br />

boys and he loved it. He got into his BMW and drove off, passing the<br />

other homes. The palm trees blew in the sweet smelling wind. As Jason<br />

drove onto I-95, the sweet smells of Pepper Hill Lane were gone. Now<br />

the smells of the real world came Jason’s way. He could not wait to get<br />

to work. He stepped on the gas pedal, since he had to get to work early,<br />

before anyone else came in. Jason pulled off of I-95 and drove down the<br />

street passing a red light to get to work. He pulled into the parking lot<br />

and into his parking space. He hurried into Med Search Laboratories.<br />

Jason opened his office door, turned on his computer, and looked out at<br />

the parking lot. The door to his office opened and he heard the door<br />

lock. The room suddenly had a sweet smell, but not the sweet smells of<br />

Pepper Hill Lane. Jason turned and saw Tommy wearing a white lab<br />

coat with his blond hair slicked back. Jason walked over and grabbed<br />

him and kissed him. “I missed you,” Jason said. Tommy kissed Jason’s<br />

neck. Jason threw his head back. “You smell so good baby.” Tommy<br />

pulled away. “What are we doing?” “We care for each other Tommy,”<br />

Jason said hugging Tommy and taking in his sweet smell. Jason peeled<br />

off Tommy’s lab coat and pulled off his scrubs. Tommy got on his knees<br />

and undid Jason’s pants. Tommy looked up at Jason. “We have to hurry<br />

before the staff gets here,” Jason said as he leaned against the desk.<br />

Jason took in the sweet smells of his office as he grabbed Tommy by the<br />

hair.<br />

Catholic School<br />

Boys In Trouble<br />

(Part 1)<br />

My name is Blair and this is how my story began. It could only happen<br />

in Wilton Manors. I saw him at the Gateway theatre. There was a<br />

special showing of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show.” I couldn’t believe<br />

Luke Roberts was playing Rocky on stage. See, I thought I knew all the<br />

gay boys at Sister Bertrille’s School for Boys. But Luke was my<br />

straight-boy shower room masturbation fantasy! He was the guy I<br />

wanted, and when I saw him on stage running around in gold<br />

underwear (don’t think I didn’t check out his basket), I had to have<br />

him! That Monday at school, I passed a note to Pickles, my best friend<br />

in Bible Study class. Let me tell you about Pickles. He is a wonderful<br />

guy and I love him. He knew I was gay before I did.

I remember we were at lunch, and of course, I was drooling over Luke in his tight skinny jeans<br />

standing in line. Pickles looked at me and said, “Girl, you’re a queer boy.” I hate it when he<br />

calls me girl. Pickles’ real name is Drew, but no one calls him that, not even the nuns. I told<br />

Pickles about Luke at Rocky Horror. “It doesn’t shock me at all. Have you seen the way he<br />

walks?”, Pickles said as he was fixing his hair in the mirror. “Should I go after him?”, I asked.<br />

Pickles turned and looked at me. “Well we have to know for sure. I wouldn’t want you to get<br />

your ass kicked.” “I might like that, Pickles.” “Don’t go there. Anyway, I’ll ask Stevie”, Pickles<br />

replied. A note about Stevie: she is known as the Lesbian Loan Shark in Wilton Manors. I once<br />

borrowed two hundred and ninety five dollars for a black Diesel jacket. I was late with one<br />

payment and she beat the shit out of me. However, Stevie knew all the gay boys at school, no<br />

matter how far in the closet they were. Pickles had to go to the one place he hated, the softball<br />

field where Stevie hung out with her lesbian gang. I couldn’t go with him because the bitch held<br />

a grudge about that damn jacket. I waited for Pickles at Java Boys, where they have the cutest<br />

waiters. It seemed like hours, but Pickles came in and I ran to him like a dog with a bone.<br />

“Pickles, is he gay?” “Not here, the walls have ears”, Pickles said, looking at Eric, the school<br />

gossip. Pickles took me to his house. His parents are so cool about him being gay. Not like my<br />

parents who were in denial. Pickles has this cool purple and black room, with a vague disco<br />

theme. I sat on the edge of the bed on top of his Cher blanket waiting to find out if Luke was<br />

gay. Pickles went on to tell me how hard it was to get the 411 from Stevie. “Pickles!”, I shouted.<br />

“Don’t have a spaz, dear. Yes he’s a queer boy, but he’s in the closet”, Pickles informs. “So I can<br />

bring him out.” Pickles rolled his fake blue eyes at me. “It’s not that easy. He doesn’t go out<br />

with high school boys; in fact he doesn’t go out with any boys.” “Oh, he has a fag hag posing as<br />

a girlfriend”, I responded. Pickles ran his hand through his thick blond hair. “No not that<br />

dramatic, he wants to be a priest.” “Well you know I like wearing crucifixes, Pickles.” “Girl,<br />

you're Jewish!” Pickles took me by the hand and we walked to Java Boys. I was on my third<br />

Java Chip Frap when Luke Roberts walked in. He is a god! But there was something wrong. He<br />

was with a girl and they were holding hands. I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom where<br />

Pickles was piercing our friend Hector’s ear. He is one of those cute waiters at Java Boys.<br />

“Ouch!” Hector yelled out. Pickles turned to me. “ You made him bleed when you barged in<br />

here.” “Not now.” I said grabbing Pickles’ hand and pointing him towards Luke with a girl. “I<br />

thought you said he was a queer boy.” Pickles again rolled his fake blue eyes at me. “Maybe he<br />

is Bi.” We went back to our table. All I could do was watch Luke and that evil bitch with him.<br />

“Sweetie, ex-boyfriend alert, Daniel is coming”, Pickles warns. A quick note about Daniel: He is<br />

a teen-age drag queen. The only good thing about dating him was, that when he would come<br />

pick me up he was always dressed in drag. So my parents thought that I was dating a girl.<br />

Daniel came over to me. He was wearing a pink sundress with a long, bad, blond wig. “Sugar,<br />

you can put that plastic knife down. That girl is Luke’s sister.” “What are you talking about?”,<br />

I asked. Daniel replied, “Luke Roberts darling is every gay boy’s dream here in Wilton Manors.<br />

Too bad he wants to be a Priest, such a waste.” Daniel walked away to be with the other teenage<br />

drag queens. I looked at Pickles. “It’s true, he is going to be a priest. I can never have him.”<br />

Pickles reached across the table and took my hand. “Be brave. It worked for Erica Kane on All<br />

My Children.” I smiled at Pickles. “I have a better idea. I have my mother’s charge cards she<br />

never knows about. Let’s go to the Galleria.”. We both got up and ran out the side door. Next<br />

issue: Gym Class every gay boys nightmare!

Father of the<br />

Year (Part 1)<br />

My friends have been encouraging me to date again. My ex and me<br />

parted ways many years ago, when my son was a baby, but now he’s<br />

twelve. I have not been out there in the dating world since I was young<br />

and before fatherhood. All my friends are telling me to get out there and<br />

start to date since my son is getting older and my life seems to revolve<br />

around the monthly PTA meetings and gossiping with the other<br />

mothers. My best friend got me to join Growler. I took a very nice<br />

picture of my face with a big smile. I then noticed that all the other<br />

guys’ pictures were of armpits, nipples, and yes cock. I decided to keep<br />

my smiling picture up as I was determined to enter the dating world<br />

again. The next day, when my son came home from school, I was<br />

washing dishes and he yelled out “Dad what’s this Growler game you<br />

downloaded on my phone?” I dropped the dish I was holding and ran<br />

out of the kitchen. “Give me that phone”, I yelled. He handed it to me<br />

and I quickly deleted the app. I handed the phone back to him. “It’s an<br />

adult game”, I explained. He shrugged his shoulders and threw his book<br />

bag down and turned on the television. I went back to washing dishes.<br />

The moral of the story is that when you download an app, make sure it<br />

does not end up on your child’s phone if both phones are synced to the<br />

same account. I guess I won’t be getting the Father of the Year Award<br />

this year.<br />

I Was His Slave<br />

I Was His Slave dressed in leather, begging on the floor of his secret pit<br />

of desire. I screamed out loud as he laughed and called me names.<br />

“Please hit me, Sir.” “I am so bad, show me the dark path you walk.”<br />

He pulled my hair, spit on me, put me on a leash, and locked me in a<br />

box yelling that I wasn’t ready. He made fun of me, but I could see the<br />

dark beauty in the depth of his eyes. I do love him in a strange way, but<br />

he doesn’t love me. He only uses me for his twisted games. I can still feel<br />

his whip hitting my naked flesh in the middle of the night as sweat and<br />

tears poured from me. He only laughed as I cried for more. When I bag<br />

his groceries, he smiles and seems so innocent, but we both know the<br />

darkness and the pain will come.

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Valley of The Barbies - An Original Screenplay (A Film Script eBook) by Brett<br />

Butler Film Script Synopsis: When a bitter, overweight gay man (Donald) has a<br />

prank played on him by a group of men, known as the Barbies, he must overcome<br />

the all too perfect, conceited men, in order to get revenge, by losing weight,<br />

changing his identity to in>iltrate the Barbies, and play his own pranks on each one<br />

of them. Introduction: This was written as a Master’s Thesis and I am very proud<br />

of it. I came up with the idea for this story, one day at the coffee house (Java Boys)<br />

in Wilton Manors. I was watching and hearing young gay men talk about their<br />

hookups and making fun of others that do not >it into their perfect world. So, from<br />

this conversation, “Valley of the Barbies” was born. I made the guys I saw “The<br />

Barbies” and the rest of us, who do not >it in, the “Donalds” of the world. Act 1:<br />

Donald is the protagonist. He is overweight and does not >it into the perfect guy<br />

world of Wilton Manors. Donald has to pay for sex from a Barbie, Johnny, the town<br />

hustler. One night, Donald meets Blaze, the leader of the Barbies, who takes Donald<br />

home and has sex with him. Blaze makes a sex tape of this and posts it for everyone<br />

in town to see. This tape ruins Donald’s life and everyone now recognizes him, but<br />

for the wrong reason. Donald’s best friend commits suicide over a prank the<br />

Barbies play on him. Donald wants revenge and his nude housekeeper, Juan Pablo,<br />

offers him the help he needs to get it. Act 2: Donny must keep the Barbies from<br />

>inding out his true identity, so he can get his revenge. Donny needs to keep Johnny<br />

quiet, before he tells the Barbies that he is really Donald. Donny must date a Barbie,<br />

in order to get into the Barbies. Donny is forced to perform a sex act, as the<br />

initiation into the Barbies. Act 3: Donny is being blackmailed by Jammer, one of the<br />

Barbies, and is forced to go to Casio, the leader of the rival gang the Bronies, for<br />

help. As more Barbies seem to be dying off, Donny is close to bringing down the<br />

remaining members. Donny exposes Blaze’s real age in public and causes the<br />

Barbies to fold. Casio confesses to killing the Barbies, as his way of helping Donny.<br />

Donny and Jesus, the detective, seem to be drawn to each other. As everything is<br />

falling apart, will these two walk off into the sunset together? Will Blaze and Johnny<br />

seek out revenge on Donny for what he has done to them? Favorite Scene:<br />

Audiences will laugh when an 80 year old man, BJ Cobbledick, walks into Donald’s<br />

workplace to pick up his medication.” Mr. Cobbledick mistakes Donald’s woman<br />

boss, Stevie, as a man, by telling her she needs a shave. Then as Mr. Cobbledick<br />

looks at Donald, he recognizes him from his sex tape and calls him out on it, by<br />

offering some sage advice, “Leave the porn to the muscle boys.” Mr. Cobbledick<br />

makes another appearance at the very end of the script, offering similar sage<br />

advice. 104 Pages / Cover Art

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his forehead in permanent ink, he must overcome the overcon>ident, sel>ish<br />

school bully, in order to get back at him and make him stop, by building the<br />

Killer Eddie robots who attack him and take over the school. 30 Pages /<br />

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The Rhythm of Youth (A Film Script eBook) by Brett Butler Film Script<br />

Synopsis: When a street-smart, underprivileged boy from Hialeah gets a<br />

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head boy in order to succeed at the school and become head boy himself, by<br />

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Homesick for The Valley of The Damned (A Webisode Script eBook) by<br />

Brett Butler Webisode Script Synopsis: The Star Football Player has a big<br />

secret. His girlfriend wants to stay Queen Bee at Clarkstown North High School.<br />

She will do anything to keep the student body from >inding out what is really<br />

going on in the boy's locker room. This time she may have been out- smarted<br />

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Alternative Nation - Book 1 and 2 (A Short Story eBook) by Brett Butler<br />

Short Story Synopsis: (Book 1) Two men struggle to >ight their feelings for each<br />

other. One has the perfect family (a wife and kids) and the other has a devoted<br />

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