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Hutch was sleeping — finally — in the middle of the bed. A first. Usually when Hutch crashed here, he took the sofa. But when your best friend’s marriage breaks up, you give him your bed. Ha! Don’t you just wish? Starsky watched the man for a few minutes, then lightly touched the deep scratches on the pale face. Hutch rolled away. This… -
With Ground Hog Day, Hutch had captured the essence of the spirit of Christmas and loved it. It had become their special day with presents and dinner and champagne, wonderful nights together — even weekends when they could get away. Hutch catered to Starsky’s every whim and then some. It was Hutch’s idea, his holiday and always his treat. This… -
Starsky asked. “You’re remembering Coyle’s words, aren’t you.” Hutch nodded, the blond hair reflecting the filtered moonlight. “We will be older and more weary and I’m scared to death we’ll call him because we can’t fight the battle any other way.” This is the original note the author wrote when she posted the story in 1996. This story appeared in print… -
The light poked a small hole in the blackness, but showed nothing. Starsky started forward, inching along the clammy concrete wall. The air shaft connected with a corridor, high enough to stand in. The dank air closed around them. The dirt underfoot muffled the sounds as they walked. They rounded a ninety degree corner, and Starsky promptly tripped. The light… -
“Tell me, Saucy, am I sucking a woman’s cock or am I gonna fuck a man with tits?” This is the original note the author wrote when she posted the story in 1996. This story first appeared in print in the limited edition digest zine “Cucumbers and Crisco” published in the early 1980’s, and later in “The Collected Starsky… -
In the silent, softly lit room was one large bed on which lay two naked men. The closest to him was blond. Tiny curls clung to the damp neck. His long legs were intertwined with those of his companion. Dark springy curls screamed an identity Dobey refused to accept. An arm was draped around the blond’s waist. This is…