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    Blind Hearts-Episode I
    Blind Hearts-Episode I
    Blind Hearts-Episode I
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    Blind Hearts-Episode I

    By Wando Wande

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    College senior Alex Stanton calls himself a lovable idiot. And so when the sexy stoic Dimov Krym calls him, not for round two of the rumpy-pumpy, but for a proper date, Alex hates having to reject him. But unlucky for Alex, Dimov is a man who bites and doesn't let go. Unfortunately for Dimov, Alex is far more complicated than he seems. The happy-go-lucky College Boy is hiding an embarrassing secret ....

    As graduation approaches, Dimov becomes more insistent that Alex doesn't throw away his heart. But that isn't so simple when Alex finds himself scrambling to hold onto his sanity. Whom should he trust? Whom should he listen to? Who will be the one to shine love on his blind heart?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWando Wande
    Release dateMar 1, 2014
    ISBN9781301732043
    Blind Hearts-Episode I
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    Wando Wande

    A crazy fish who lives in a mangrove paradise. Daydreamer. Professional Procrastinator. Likes the smell of bees and the buzz of flowers. Claims to be the most interesting author in the world, who has fought against lions in the Serengeti, trekked with penguins across the Antarctica, makes a mean chicken Parmesan. But I digress.

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      Blind Hearts-Episode I - Wando Wande

      Blind Hearts

      Episode One

      Wando Wande

      Copyright Wando Wande 2014

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      Chapter 1

      It was nine p.m., and the casino was still a riot of iniquity—laughing, tinkling, groaning, drinking, and then the zings of slots machines and the riffling of cards. At the poker table blessed with light and the shine of a perky dealer, three men were hard and dim over their pair of cards. The pot stood at four thousand dollars.

      The dealer turned the fourth street on the community cards. In the first seat anticlockwise to the dealer, a player did not seem disturbed by the fourth street card, instead twirled a chip against the table. A triangular patch of chest hair peeked from the opening of his Hawaiian shirt. Between the silvery-blue shades hiding his eyes and the tumbler touching his lips, no expression was evident on his face.

      As his fingers moved a few chips towards the dealer, the first player clockwise from the dealer spoke up, Sorry, I never got your name.

      The fingers slackened over the green felt of the table. Chris, he put down his tumbler, you, Alex right?

      You remember mine—impressive.

      Chris shrugged. I’m just good with names and faces. Stalagmite teeth hinted from behind the slight smile.

      Man, I still feel bad …. When I win the pot, I’ll be sure to thank you with a blowjob.

      Chris’ lips collapsed into a frown.

      I raise, Chris said, words and actions like ice blocks.

      Alex smiled but ended with an irrepressible yawn. He stretched out his arms up into the air, bone layered over bone; exhaustion would seem to thread upwards to the coffered ceiling. His smooth cheeks were flushed with some color, and his eyes livened with the polished whiteness of dolomites.

      Alex, lips holding back a smile, motioned to the silent player. After eight hours, I still didn’t catch your name.

      Because you’re an idiot, that’s why, Chris interrupted.

      Alex popped back, not fazed by the affront, while the second player matched the bet without comment. The long hours had yet to mark him. His mouth was just as firm, his cheeks just as rough with stubble and pockmarks and the eyes, pointed and hoary.

      A school of women shambled across the floor like a school of strutting geese. Amid their squawking and squealing about how not amazing the fondue had been, the second player deigned to return Alex’s amiable stare.

      He replied, with an accent thick and gunky, Dimov, Dimov Krym.

      Alex nodded to himself approvingly. Russian, I like it.

      Ukrainian.

      Same thing.

      Blowhards think like that all the time.

      Tense but intrigued, Alex bit his lower lip. I’m just a stupid American. Africa is one giant country. Afghanistan, Turkmenistan and whatever-the fuck-istan are all Mother Russia.

      Idiot, speak for yourself. Chris’ face was a desert map of red and pink.

      The dealer cautioned, Gentlemen…

      Alex played with a chip and grimaced over the community cards. "I prefer being an idiot. It’s better than being a blowhard—slightly better. What do you think, Dimov?

      Dimov turned modestly toward the black and glittery dealer and chuckled.

      There! Alex said in wonderment, It must be his lucky night.

      Are you going to play or something? Chris demanded.

      The idiot needs to think first. Luck doesn’t seem to be on my side today.

      That remains to be seen, replied Dimov.

      Ooh, you too are looking forward to my blowjob. I should think harder.

      I might, but my wife won’t like it.

      So you find another. Some women like to watch, Alex said.

      Why would I marry her, then?

      Can we get on with this? Chris pleaded.

      I think I’m entitled to negotiate with the kind and polite Mr. Krym from … Russia, Alex said.

      Dimov glared fully and furiously at Alex, who was licking his lips in an evident anticipation of something. A sure win? A childish dare? A befuddled prattle of a boy on the brink of a loss? No one had answers and answers could not be divined and the minutes built up a tense cage of locked stares.

      Alex broke away, and with a twinkle in his eyes, tossed and played with his chip. I call.

      All your yammering for calling? Chris guzzled from his tumbler, slammed the glass with a sandy exhale from his mouth. We’ll see what you’re made off, Kiddo, I raise.

      Dimov called. Alex called as well. The dealer turned the fifth street. Chris glanced at the ace of diamonds and raised. Dimov raised. Alex called.

      It was back to Chris looking blearily over his dwindling ledge of chips. Let’s get this baby into orbit. I raise.

      Dimov raised. Alex leaned back in his chair, moped over his modest mountain of chips, then with a resigned nod of the head, said, I raise.

      Chris’ face had sagged to a pale mush. The amount he would need to match Alex’s bet was more or less equal to the number of chips he had. He drank

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