The End of Billy Knight
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“That’s good. Let’s go eat.” They began walking toward the door.
“Over breakfast we can talk about how I’m thinking of moving to Miami,” Mike said.
Kerry paused as they stepped out into the street together. “Really? Would you do that for me?”
“Maybe.” Mike shrugged. “If I moved to Miami it just might be the end of Billy Knight. I could retire from porn, from hustling.”
Kerry touched his arm. “I won’t lie, Mike. I’d like it if you did. But you know you don’t have to. Not for me. I figure Mike Dudley and Billy Knight are sort of a package deal.”
Mike shook his head. “None of it would be for you. It would be for me. I want to do something different. I could be a personal trainer. I could train all the hot muscle guys of Miami.”
“They’d love you. You could easily do that. You could do anything. But I just want to be around you. I don’t care what you do for money. Seriously.”
“Around me?”
“You know. With you.”
Kerry put his arm around Mike, and they started walking toward the car. The day was bright and sunny, the sky perfectly clear. Mike looked up as a gentle breeze came by.
Although they were miles away from it, Mike swore he could smell the sea.
55. An Old Routine
SASHA TOOK HER place in the dark, quietly straightening a timeworn gingham dress. On her head she wore a faded red cowgirl hat and on her feet, her old red cowgirl boots. The costume was over sixteen years old now, but up on stage she was certain that nobody could tell.
Finally the lights came up, and she was alone on stage. She felt the warmth of the spotlight frame her face. When the music started she began to sing, in her own voice, words she’d either sung or pretended to sing many times before. It was Patsy Cline’s “Crazy.”
There were no melodramatic gestures this time. She no longer twirled her finger around her ear and rolled her eyes every time she said the word ‘crazy.’ She sounded incredibly sad. Her voice wrapped around the words and held them close. The old disco ball turned slow blue points of light around the room.
She did not feel like looking for a cute young man for the end of the song. She just sang. But then, by chance, she noticed somebody standing up in front, to the right. He had sandy brown hair, like her Billy did. She turned away from him and sang out to the crowd.
She reached her hand out, up toward the spotlight, then down, and she placed it on the side of her face. When she came to the last lines of the song, she turned quickly and looked at the one with the sandy brown hair. He was not her Billy but he was, she had to admit, very, very cute.
Could it work with this one? This time? Would it work if she tried it again? Should she? She pointed at him on the last word of the song and blew him a big, fat kiss.
Much to her delight, he looked up at her, and he smiled.
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The End of Billy Knight is copyright. Except for the purposes of fair reviewing, any reproduction or other unauthorized use of the material or artwork is prohibited without the express written permission of the author.
Copyright: © 2014 by Ty Jacob
Kindle ISBN: 978-0-473-27969-1
Publisher: Lucky Pony Press
Ty Jacob has asserted his right to be identified as the author of this work. All rights reserved. Ty Jacob is the pen name of Jared Gulian.
This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents, and brands either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, incidents, or brands is entirely coincidental and does not reflect in any way upon the actual thing.
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The End of Billy Knight is approximately 121,000 words.
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