Josh, a lonely trapeze artist, thinks he’s cursed. It’s an old family superstition. He can’t have sex on a day he flies or he’ll fall. Maybe that’s why he’s never had a steady boyfriend, though sometimes he dreams of one. In his show, a strange melody plays in the background. It follows him and surfaces from time to time on the street. When Josh’s uncle hears about the music, he tells his nephew to bring the old ring, passed down from generations since the time of the curse. Steve is a realtor who always reaches his goals, in sales or otherwise, and he moonlights as a dancer in an all-male review on The Strip. All his friends his age are married, and his best friend’s wife Genie wants to see him hitched, too. He’s a little bit challenged in the relationship department, though. He has some growing up to do, or maybe it’s his problem in bed, where he’s somewhat one-sided. Steve and Josh meet one crazy night when Josh breaks all the rules used to protect him from the curse. After that, he runs. If it wasn’t for Genie’s matchmaking, Josh and Steve might never see each other again. Though not yet ready for a boyfriend, Josh does need a realtor. What a good way for he and Steve to get to know each other, while Josh works up the courage to tell Steve about the curse. Still unaware of Josh’s problem, Steve falls in love with him. When Steve finds out about the curse thing, it’s a big disappointment, but he wants Josh anyway. There’s no doubt Josh is worth the wait. Maybe the curse isn’t real after all. Can lonely Josh overcome his fear of it? Can horndog Steve handle a curse? Is the answer in the ancient ring?

The Curse of Flight

“Maybe a little. I heard something. Distracting.”


“I didn’t notice. Good show tonight.”


“Any night I walk away is a good show.” He broke. The bike slowed to the red. Soles slid to a stop.


“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine,” Dan said.


“So, you say he’s going to sell me more than I need? Why did you recommend him then?”


The Porsche rolled up next to the Diavel.


“Steve and I practically grew up together,” Dan said. “He’s a great guy, and he fit your schedule. At this hour, who else would? Even in Vegas.”


“Yeah, but it’s a side job. Is he a realtor who dances or a dancer who does real estate?”


“He was a realtor a long time before he got that gig,” Dan said.


Josh noticed but paid no attention when the driver’s side window rolled down on the Porsche. He worried he acted like a prima donna. Finding a real estate agent wasn’t in Dan’s job description as production manager for Josh’s show. Dan was a nice guy who liked to help. Josh didn’t want to take advantage.


Chapter 11