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Then he reached the corner of Governor Nicholls and Royal, and stopped cold in front of the Lalaurie house.ĭelphine Lalaurie was yet another part of New Orleans lore of which the Trucker was already aware. He sneered at them in disgust, his rage against the worthless little queers mounting within him. On the way, a couple of fey twinks in short shorts and thick-soled sandals ogled him and giggled as he passed under a streetlight. Making a left on Governor Nicholls Street-again, just to wander and see what was on offer-the muscled stud ambled up to Royal Street. He turned right on Chartres, passing that fortress of supposed chastity, the Ursuline Convent-darkened and locked, as was proper for that hour, but now it was because it was a museum, and past closing time.
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He had no idea that it was in full swing and that on this hot and humid September evening, he’d find the Quarter packed with faggot twinks. Out of curiosity, he’d looked it up, but hadn’t thought much about it. The Trucker had heard of Southern Decadence at some point, one of the homos he’d put down had bleated something about it. The further he went, the more faggots he saw. He’d walked past Latrobe Park before turning east-well, northeast, actually-on Ursulines, heading away from the Mississippi and deeper into the French Quarter. The bulge in his groin became even more pronounced. Once he saw Jackson Square go by, he’d decided to get off as the train came to a stop at the Dumaine station, he got out and soon the sidewalk of Decatur Street was thudding with the reverberations of his big black leather engineer boots as he walked north, looking around him.ĭamn, there was so much meat scampering about. He saw the bulk of the Jax Brewery building go past and, drawing the brim of his camouflage-patterned trucker’s cap down low over his icy blue eyes, began to think it was time to explore a little. The Trucker was on the left side, looking out the window on the side away from the river. More than one were looking closely enough as the train began to accelerate out of the Toulouse station, rounding the curve past the Natchez’s dock.
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It was a warm and sultry evening, the humidity a palpable presence that enveloped one like sopping wool blanket windows everywhere were fogged with condensation. Picking up the train at Julia Street across from the Port of New Orleans, he headed north towards the French Quarter. He decided to head someplace he knew would be teeming with anonymous fags no one would miss.
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Since he was only in town overnight, he decided to leave his rig at the convention center he could come back and sleep in it if no better option came along.ĭespite the fact that it was the Trucker’s first time in New Orleans, he was sure that some better option would come along. He’d spent the last hour overseeing the delivery of his load at the center’s service entrance by noon the next day, he was scheduled to pick up a trailer loaded with sugar at a refinery south of the city. The Trucker stood in the convention center parking lot, looking north.