Chapter 42: Coose
Randolph Coose was a tall man with shaggy hair and the most beautiful fern-colored eyes. I was lucky to have him as one of my boyfriends, an on-again, off-again lover over the last six years, one of many men that I had bedded, but he didn’t need to know that. I rather easily convinced him to believe that we could only share a May through December relationship, which he fully comprehended and respected. Coose had a string of country boys he had f****d around with, behind my back, who all had given him pleasure when I wasn't around. It was an agreement we had both come to, and never questioned.
Coose was a welder by trade and worked for Thomas & Sons Welding in downtown St. Seat, Tartan’s sister town to the east. When he wasn’t welding he had a fondness for making handgun
