The whole of this story is untrue, any resemblance to those people, places or events is purely coincidence. I always encourage you to wear protection, but in this story its purely fantasy.
Working as an undercover cop posed certain risk I never new how much risk until I got my last assignment. I was working narcotics on the south side we had this particular band of dealers in our sights for a while now, but it was too hard to do surveillance on them due to their location. There was only one building adjacent the them that would work and it was a brownstone apartment building that was known to house only gays.
My name is Richard Casey my captain ordered me to obtain housing in this building to maintain surveillance on the dealers.
"You'll find away Rich I know you will," Capt. Edwards said.
"But sir, I'm not gay. How am I going to be able to fit in there?" I said.
"I have confidence in you, now get the hell out of my office," Capt. Edwards said.
"Yes sir," I said with a salute and left the office.
I was in deep shit this time, gay how the hell am I going to act gay. I doubt I'm going to be able to pull this one off but it was my job to get this scum off the streets. I contacted the owner of the brownstone and found out there was a vacancy, I asked to be able to look at it the next day.
That morning I was in a panic as to what to wear to look gay, I settled on just a pair of torn jeans, white tee and a sports jacket. I put a little more bounce in my step than I would regularly and set out to meet with Paul Wingate the owner of the apartment building.
Arriving my stomach was in knots but I knew I had to pull this off if I was going to get the goods on the gang across the street. I rang the bell as he instructed a deep voice answered.
"Yes," said the voice.
"Oh yes, this is Rich Casey we talked on the phone yesterday about the apartment you have to rent," I said.
"Yes of course, come in," he said as the buzzer sounded.
I walked into the foyer of the building it was very beautiful, the walls were an off white to contrast the exposed brick walls, and dark wood work. The furniture was pretty much like you would find at your grandma's house, but I guess they call it retro. The couch in the living area was a dark green color, a round coffee table with a black wing backed chair sitting near the fireplace. I turned to look down a long hall and I heard someone clear their throat I turned around and came face to face with a blonde haired blue eyed man standing in front of me.
"You must be Paul," I said with my hand out stretched.
"Yes, Rich is it?" he said taking my hand.
"Nice to meet you," I said letting go of his hand.
"You too. Well what do you think?" he said with his arms opened out.
"I think it is absolutely beautiful," I said with a smile.
"I am glad you like it. Now the room I want to show you is on the third floor, it's a corner room facing the street. We are really a family living unit here, we share the cooking, cleaning, shopping, etc.. we work it out on a rotating schedule. We share all the living spaces but your room is yours privately. Any questions?" he said moving toward the staircase.
"I had no idea, I thought I would have my own apartment, but really its fine may I see the room," I said.
This would never do sharing spaces with gay men, how the hell was this going to work. A corner room is a lucky break, but damn this was not going to be easy.
The climb to the third floor was fairly easy due to the curve of the staircase. From what he said the second and third floors had three bedrooms and a bathroom on each end of the hall. I would have the bedroom and bathroom on the outside wall, which meant that I would have the least amount of noise from the other boarders. There was a lounge area as you topped the stairs. Down the hall we headed to the green door with the letter H on it.
"Well this is it," he said using a key and opening the door.
"This is really great," I said stepping inside.
"what do you think?" he said as we moved inside the room.
It was a huge room, a king size sleigh bed took up one wall with dark oak side tables, a huge armoire took up another wall with a desk beside it. The wallpaper left something to be desired a sort of fleur de lis pattern in dark blue, the curtains were a contrasting blue with tassel tie backs. The bay window seat in the corner was wonderful and a great place to set up my equipment.
"Well I think it's wonderful, and how much did you say the rent was?"
"It's $425.00 a month, plus the $25 a week towards groceries. Do you think you want it then?"
"Yes, I do believe I will take it."
"Great, when do you want to move in?"
"Well how about tomorrow?"
