Reflections of Honor
Due to unnatural circumstances, Mitch Wilder is pardoned from prison early. He wants to forget what he did in there, the relationships he had. But one man haunts him, the one who looks so much like his stepbrother, Tom Fleming. And Mitch finds that he's unable to form a serious relationship with anyone since his release. He is confused about his own identity.
On top of this, Mitch meets several of his kids for the first time. His womanizing has finally caught up to him. He vows to do right by them, no matter how many of them there are. Two of his sons are into drugs. Mitch is unable to do anything about it. Not when he's addicted himself.
A Sneak Peek
Late August 1972. The 6 a.m. buzzer sounded, making Mitch Wilder groan and turn
over on his narrow bed. He kept his eyes closed and tried for a few extra minutes of
sleep, remnants of the nightmare still clouding his mind. Above him, he heard Snake
stop partway down the ladder and straighten his covers. They were in a prison known
locally as the Funny Farm...one of the many government experiments concocted in
the sixties. It was in a small place called Damascus, Ontario; near Orangeville. The
inmates grew most of their own vegetables and raised animals. They had fresh eggs
for breakfast twice a week. Best of all, they grew their own pot. Both Mitch and Snake,
bunk mates worked the morning shifts in the gym. Mitch during the first part of the
week Snake the later part. They knew it kept them from beating the shit out of each
The nightmare had been about Mitch's first shower in prison and his introduction into
gaydom. Several men had held him by the arms, bigger and stronger men, while a
male hooker stripped and bent over. One man aimed Mitch's oversize dick into
Queeny then stood back. Mitch resigned himself into screwing a man. In the dream,
Mitch convinced himself that it was his brother, Tom's face he saw. Tom and Queeny
looked so much alike that they could be twins.
Snake let out a cough Mitch was certain was aimed at him to get his ass out of bed.
He hadn't had sex with Snake. Snake was a monk as far as Mitch was concerned. Or
maybe he was too choosy. He'd never seen Snake partake in such acts. Yet, Snake
kept track of the inmates' activities, who had little else to do outside of their assigned
Mitch kept telling himself that once he was out of prison, he'd go back to screwing
women. After all, Sue Marshall was waiting for him. But then, why would she? If it
hadn't been for his satyriasis, Mitch wouldn't have screwed more than 530 women...or
taken his anger and frustrations out on some of them. He wouldn't be in prison,
convicted of rape.
But he was calmer now. His medication made him feel like he was not quite awake
enough for his temper to unleash. The Paxil he took for his depression kept him from
trying to commit suicide again.
Mitch opened an eye and watched Snake finish making his bed then go over to the
toilet to relieve himself. After, he put on his bright orange pants. As he tucked in his
matching shirt, he kicked the bed. “Get up, Wild Man. Or we don't eat.”
Mitch followed the same routine as Snake. After they were both dressed, they waited
until the cell door slid open on hydraulic hinges. They stepped outside and stood in
front of their cell under a big number six in a line of fifteen cells. Across the hall was
the same setup, giving them thirty, double- bunked cells. They waited until the guards
went down each side of the big hall. Their keys jiggling on their belts as they counted
heads. Mitch often wondered what all the keys were for, beings that most of the doors
slid open on their own. All the guard did was talk into his little radio to someone who'd
push a button somewhere within the confines of the prison.
After the all-clear buzzer sounded, Mitch lined up at a cart that a male nurse
wheeled in. The doctor checked his armband then doled out Mitch's medication to
him, watching carefully. Mitch washed his pills down with water from a paper cup.
Mitch threw the cup into the trash then went with Snake down the corridor and into
the cafeteria. He picked up plastic utensils wrapped in a napkin and set it on a tray,
sliding it along the counter. An inmate shoved a plate at him, loaded with pancakes
and two sausages. Mitch put it on the tray then took a tiny paper cup filled with syrup
and a mug of coffee.
He sat at the same table since he'd first come to the Funny Farm and poured milk
into his cup from a little packet, then he stirred in two packages of sugar. The range
boss, ironically called Boss, sat across from Mitch, along with Queeny and Snake.
Sponge, the range whore, sat on Mitch's right, across from Snake. Sponge was a
small man who never laughed. No one would laugh, being at the mercy of the nearly
forty men in B Range...it could hold up to sixty inmates.
The seat on Mitch's left remained vacant. It would be so now that Mackey had been
transferred to another prison. He had been severely beaten after attacking Mitch in a
jealous rage. Testimonies and cameras had proven that Mitch hadn't been the culprit.
A month later they still didn't know who had beaten the crap out of Mackey.
Mitch glanced at the man directly across from him. He was the man Mackey was
jealous of. Queeny was the good-looking hooker chasing after Mitch. Proclaiming his
love to him. Mitch knew he had feelings for Queeny, but it certainly wasn't love. The
weird thing about Queeny was, he looked too much like Mitch's stepbrother, Tom
Fleming. In fact, there had been a mix-up in the prison when Tom visited him. They
arrested him when they thought Queeny had escaped. And knowing Tom, he would
never visit Mitch again while he was in prison.