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My second wife is young, the age of my first son, who played guitar too long and has made nothing of his life. She is beautiful, and sparkles like jewels when she is wearing none: skin like gold, white teeth and clear blue eyes. We have two small children. The more I see other children, the more I …

He pulled Michelle up on the bed, positioning himself between her legs with a pillow under her ass, and he tried to do good work, to apply himself, but kept almost dozing off. Strange, all his amped excitement now transmuted into sleepiness, and she was mewling a little but seemed sleepy herself. H…

They stopped for dinner at a red-sauce place off Sunset, their weekly ritual to kill time before Bobby dropped Carter at his Tuesday meeting. Carter went to an all-men’s group, one of the conditions of Jennifer’s forgiveness. A lot of the guys were in the industry, too, and Carter had grown genuine…

Carter retrieved the movie script from the drawer of the trailer’s kitchenette. Just the heft of it soothed him, distracted him from the thought of Michelle. He ruffled the pages, the pleasing blips of dialogue flashing past, the chunky monologues. He wasn’t sure anymore which parts he’d written an…

Carter lay back. The walkie-talkie was glitching—a PA was asking for Michelle’s status, someone else was responding with the code for bathroom break. They found ways to amuse themselves, the crew: their different codes for different genres of activity. Ten-one and ten-two, those were self-explanato…