By John Strickland “Get your straitjackets out, guys!” said Kellan suddenly. “What?” they both said together. “Let’s get some pictures of you tied up in ‘em!” he said. “We got pictures…….” started Stefan. “Yeah, – but not with both of you tied up at the … Continue reading →

By John Strickland an excerpt Zac wrenched ineffectually in his straitjacket. His skills as an escape artist would do him no good in that maximum security prison restraint. He didn’t know whether to find help or to hide. He just stood there bewildered … Continue reading →

By John Strickland an excerpt From behind, Zac tugged Keagan’s T-shirt over his head. “Hey!” exclaimed Keagan. “My T-shirt!” he said. Keagan had a great body. He had filled out a lot since the last year to become athletic and muscular. “You don’t need a … Continue reading →

By John Strickland an excerpt Zac sat down on the wooden steps leading up to our deck. I sat down next to him, my leather pants creaking. “Come sit down, Keagan!” Zac said. Keagan plonked down a step lower. The sun glinted off the … Continue reading →