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The Flaming Flamingoes

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental

Sitting there patiently in our sponsor's house, I tried to convince the man's nephew to at least give me a hint about what the big man had in mind, but Jackie only smiled and shook his head. "Wait, he will be here any minute", was all I could get out of him.

I was starting to get a bit fidgety at the suspense, it was beginning to take it's toll on me and I was on the verge of making an excuse, so I could make a fast getaway when the man walked in. He was a handsome man, well over six feet tall with an athletic build. Probably in his mid thirties, he had on just a tee shirt,  jeans and slippers. He walked briskly into the room and casually sat on one of the stools by the mini bar. He grinned at his nephew before he turned and fixed his gaze directly at me. …