Michael Gregarian is an exterminator, a business owner and a father.
Descriptions
Mr. Taggart had been a Marine for eight years, and he was still built that way. He had a powerhouse body, not quite as barrel-shaped — and nowhere’s near as tall — as Buck. He had well-worked hands too, callused and rough like he had known his way around the blue-collar world.
Mr. Taggart was an old honky who smell like sun-baked milk, a leathery white man, a ex-Marine with a well-tanned face lined with sun-wizened wrinkles. He had a powerful but slightly paunchy torso ringed with muscle and a layer of meaty flesh, dog tags brilliantly gleaming against his work-weary pecs… His chest hair was tinged with gray and flecks of green from grass at the freshly mown lawns they sprayed this afternoon. His skin was well tanned to a chesnut brown on his forearms and neck, but his chest and back were as pale as pearl, aside from all the old-honky skin marks — pink splatches, ugly black and gray hairs, moles, dry spots of scratchy skin, red marks and brown scars. And he got that old-honky smell too, like cat food. His back looks like a abstract painting
From Tyrell the Ex-Con
Mistah Taggart wore the uniform khakhi trouser-pants that all his exterminators wore, but he got on only a wifebeater o’er his strapping chest, with graying hairs poking out the sides of the shirt. He wore a ancient dog tag dangling afront his body — he was a retired Marine.
Books
Mr. Taggart the Burly White Daddy: Carl Taggart can’t satisfy his wife… but he’s ready and eager to get nasty with some awesome alpha males! He owns a pest-control company, which gives him plenty of access to blue-collar men, hard workin’ studs and masculine meat. Can he handle the manhood he’s been craving?!
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