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

“What are you guys doing here? We got a call. Noise. Someone drowning. This house is vacant. Why are you here?” Two police officers, a man and a woman stood by the pool.


Josh could barely make them out with the flashlight in his eyes. The beam followed him wherever he turned.


“I’m a realtor.” Steve spoke up. “My friend swallowed some water and choked. He’s okay now. I’m showing the house.”


“That’s not all your showing, Mr.,” the female officer said.


Steve stepped behind him, and it dawned on Josh that he, too, was naked. He covered himself with his hand, what was left to cover. The extreme cold, near drowning, and now fear of arrest left his poor penis miniscule, but he covered it anyway.


“Where’s your ID,” the male officer asked.


Steve pointed to his pants hanging on the fence. “Would you mind throwing me that towel?” Steve pointed to it on the patio chair.


Chapter 34