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

Josh liked a journey. He’d never made this trip before, to a town called Pahrump, and a winery there. No doubt they would meet some adventures along the way and fun on arrival. Though from experience, he suspected he wouldn’t find the destination as he’d pictured it. Life was unexpected, and his imagination sometimes ran away with him.


After breakfast and down to the garage, Steve opened the tailgate on a truck he’d borrowed from his father. Josh helped him set the dirt bike on its side in the bed. It was light enough to pick up and put in the pickup, unlike Josh’s bike. In a parking spot nearby, the Diavel waited, too heavy to lift without a ramp. Josh would ride it and follow the truck to Red Rock Canyon, where the rocky trail began over the hump to Pahrump.


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