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 Just been used a lot. Here, let me fix us another drink before …"

The door-bell screamed.

"Too late … the faggots are here." He grinned, and walked to the door and opened it. "On tray voi," screamed Gene at those in the hall. Looking back at Gaylord, he said with a chuckle, "Isn't my French lovely, honey?"

Gaylord laughed and looked at Paul who moved toward him at the same time.

"Mother, darling. How lovely you look," shrieked a feminine voice but it belonged to a young boy who had just entered the room. He glided over to Gene who was holding out his hand majestically.

"Cleo, baby, come kiss your mother."

"God! Do I have to?"

"Listen bitch … kiss me and shut up."

"Oh … well …" Cleo kissed Gene's fat cheek.

"Don't put yourself out whore."

"Okay … mother … we've made an impression, now I'll kiss you the way I should." He gave Gene a loud smack on the lips. "Uhmmmmm," laughed Gene. "That's better … come here girl … you know Paul … and this is Gay."

"Hi, Paul … Where in the hell have you been, in jail? I haven't seen you in months," he cried, going over and shaking his hand. He came to Gaylord, and held out his hand … "Well, Miss Limbeaux; where did you find this handsome lover?" He patted Gaylord's extended hand.

"I'm sorry for you," laughed Gene. "I wish Gay was mine, honey, but he belongs to Paul."

"No wonder you've been in hiding … If I had your honey, I'd keep you locked up." A cunning frown circled the light green eyes. "Live here?"

"No …" stuttered Gaylord.

Cleo smiled at him and went over to Paul; sat on the arm of the divan. "I've missed seeing you around, baby … What happened to that awful Arnold? I couldn't stand her."

Gene spoke quickly. "We're not going to talk about the past this evening … so you keep your big mouth shut … Theodore."

"Theodore, she calls me." Cleo looked at Gaylord. "You know