Ray’s Friend
By Kim Davis
The first time I met Casey Larson, I was twenty-four and I thought he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. During the summer before my final year of graduate school, my grandfather died. He’d been ill for some time and had moved from my Aunt Margo’s house to a nursing home about eight months earlier. My mother and I traveled from Chicago to Louisville for the funeral service and my Uncle Ray and Casey picked us up from the airport. Ray introduced Casey to us as Case Larson, his “friend.” I took one look at Case and knew he and Ray were more than just friends.
Case wasn’t a tall man. He probably stood only around five-seven or eight, but what he didn’t have in height he made up for in looks. He had dark hair, blue eyes, a slim figure, a great ass, and a nic
