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

“I told him you wanted to meet him. He’d like that. Should I call him?”


Josh opened the window by the table. “Are you back there, Mike?”


“Does this guy live in your backyard?” Steve asked.


Josh yelled out the window. “Are you busy? Steve wants to meet you. Come over if you can.”


“Oh, how nice. I’ll be there in a minute,” Mike said.


Steve finished his burrito and grabbed a banana from the counter. He peeled it.


Josh tilted his head with a stern look. Fresh on his mind was Steve’s banana obscenity from the day before. “Don’t even think about it.”


“Too late. I already did.” Steve took a bite and grimaced. “Men think about sex every seven seconds. Don’t you know that?”


“It’s an urban legend.” Josh couldn’t believe he was talking about this.


“How often do you?” Steve took another bite.


Chapter 41