For a long time, too damn long, Jack had to deal with William.  William was a snake, the kind of guy who told stories, far-fetched stories, to people listening on the streets about settling scores and killing people.  Damn him, damn William!  Jack had been taken in.  William had so much going for him, why did he have to turn on Jack like that?  William was tall, 6ft, broad shoulders, and with a very well cut suit.  He chose double breasted jackets, wide lapels.  His spatz were always shiny.  How did he get them so damn shiny?  Truth be told, Jack didn't like how he felt when he saw William.  

The resentment crew over a period of time.  Jack loved the stories, and tossed money at William.  William took it, of course, and that made Jack happy.  But soon, bundles of cash didn't seem to have the same effect on William.  He's smirk, and toss his handsome head to one side, causing his perfectly styled hair to sashay in the wind.  Why did he have to be so callous?  Jack saw that William had, on top of the chiselled movie star looks, he had such a way with words.  Jack had tried, and tried damn hard, to be an eloquent speaker, but it just never seemed to work.

Jack woke up one morning, in a foul mood.  Another night of disturbing dreams about William.  He was going to have to do something about it.  By now, Jack was so fixated in William that he sold off his creditstock to raise ten million dollars.  He stroke over to William, who looked uninterested.  "Hey William!  Look at this!  I have TEN MILLION DOLLARS!"

William raised an eyebrow on his handsome face, did a quaint little dance and said "yeah, sure you do."  Jack, on autopilot threw him five bundles of cash, which William theatrically bent over to pick up.  Each time he did, Jack saw the intricate stitching at the back of William's special trousers.  Transfixed, he forgot why he had gone to see William.

"Well" cried William "you were talking about ten million dollars?"  Why, demanded Jack of himself, did he find William's cruel, beautiful mouth so difficult to stay away from?  He hung on his every word, and he knew he was not alone.

"William, I've got ten million dollars and I just want to work with you.  Will you work with me?!

Williams smiled his beautiful, cruel smile, and simply said "well, what do you want to work at with me?"

Jack was frozen.  William would, maybe, work with him.

"Well, I, I ..."

To be continued...

Finally, Jack manged to speak "William, I want to go into the street writing contest business with you.  Here, take this ten million dollars and do whatever you like with it.  Spend it on prizes."

William smiled the handsome, wolfish smile, a smile that brought such pain, such angst to women, and men, and formerly, the mobster known as Teq.  What Devil made in Hell gave William this smile?  The smile of a murdering angel.  The smile that was the end product of his mind, that was as twisted as his trousers were elegantly stitched.

Jack thought back to the first time he met William.  Jack was in a new town on business, and had bumped into WesWatson, who demanded that he do 120 burpees.  Jack had managed them, but it was not without some energy expenditure, and he was drenched in sweat.  Luckily, with WesWatson's brutal orders ringing in his ears, he passed an establishment called Billy's Bathhouse.  In need of a bath, Jack had headed in.  He spoke to a mustachioed man at the front desk who was wearing a pair of leather chaps and a leather waistcoat, with what appeared to be a pair of tight leather shorts.  "Say there, friend, I notice you're wearing chaps.  I've "chapped" my lips!  Can you help me out with some vaseline?"

The chap wearing man was surly and a man of few words and simply said "it's included in your bathhouse pack."

Jack walked into the changing rooms, and peeled off his sweat-drenched suit.  WesWatson's physique was overbearing and hyper masculine.  Being a body-builder, Jack appreciated the male form.  And it was then that he noticed William.  His buttocks looked like they had been chiselled from granite.  "Say there, friend, how did you get buttocks like that?  I just can't exercise my buttocks.  My name is Jack."  The man had turned, and Jack's eyes averted as his frontal form presented itself.  "My name is William.  Let's take a bath and I'll show you some of my moves."

William explained that this was a Scandinavian bath house and that it was rude not to be naked, and that as a new person, I had to carry every man in the changing room into a large communal bath.  Man, that was hard work, I wish WesWatson had helped!  But William stood and watched and I picked up slippery, soapy, naked man after slippery, soapy naked man and carried them into a large communal bath.

I was exhausted, and tried to pick up William.  But I couldn't.  William suggested that he jump onto my back, and I carry him that way.  So we did that.  William used a short, stout, oddly soft baton to massage my lower back.  He explained that he was a masseuse.

It felt great.

And then we got into the bath....

To be continued...  

Happy, in general, general
We are alive
Here now shining like a crystal
We are lights that spark in chaos
And voices opening a great channel

We are in the shooting line
Hunting the days in empty hours, dog neighbors
But always laughing and singing, never in vain
A sweet family that has the craze
To find joy, reason and reason
Where they say no
That's the magic, my brother

It's here and now in the surrounding air
In the sound that surrounds us, in the eye that sees
And can't touch
That's the secret, my brother
That pulsates in the chest, feels and does not judge
That takes seriously and lights one in the city
And you can't explain
That's the mystery, my brother

Discover what sets the sun free
That makes hole
Piercing the dark, dark, dark
Forget at least one night
Fear, real evil ...

-IgnorePlease-

William was a thin man, he wasn't powerfully built.  He told me stories about him killing "untouchables" and I noticed that his breathing became laboured as he did so.  Then, he bragged that he was a "boss" in a crime outfit.

I didn't know what to make of him.  But I knew I was surprised when he suddenly leapt to his feet and began to sing:

"I am, what I am!  And what I am is William, but you can call me Billy!  I am a writer, a writer, a writer, and I love MEN and saddles, and cowboys and leather, and slap and tickle, and I'm Billy"

Suddenly, William sat down.  I didn't know what to make of him

If you’re going to write about me, could you at least be good at it? That’d be great.

Billy_Russo - did you recognise yourself from the unflattering physical description that I gave?  Or was it the list of things that you enjoy that you sang?

Like I said, if you’re going to do this, at least be somewhat good at it. You’re projecting again.

I’ll just leave this here so everyone can see the type of person that you actually are.

To: Billy_Russo
From: Kirsty
Sent: May 25, '20 22:16
Subject:

you interest me.  truth me told, i am bisexual, and your writing arouses me.  i have a degree in sexuality studies and wish to explore this further with you. 

Show me a completely healthy man

I will heal you.

You're runnin' and

you're runnin' and

you're runnin' away.....
 

-IgnorePlease-

Sisyphus listened to the man who wished to be ignored and refused to listen to his insane demands, one could not listen to that silky smooth voice and not pay attention to it. Then there was Billy Russo and Jack Henry Abbot hashing it out right there in front of everyone that gave Sisyphus an awkward feeling about it all, but he could not leave without saying anything; not after his muse was standing right there talking about such beautiful things.

Are we allowed to talk here about our feelings? Because I really would like to open up. I don't know much about anything but what I do know is that love... love is what keeps us together, and I just think that's important to know right now, don't you think so?

A small strand of tears fell from his eyes.

Men, women, everyone. If there's one thing I can't do, its ignore this man. Not after everything he has said here so succinctly. Can we all get a round of applause?

Waiting for the thunderous uproar he heard only silence. Crickets, even... this just would not do. So he loudly and strongly began to clap his hands over and over again in an attempt to start a massive crowd of cheers.

Clap...

Clap...

Clap...

Nothing still. This would NOT do.

EVERYONE PLEASE CLAP!

That was it. It would work, soon enough everyone would be here from the rousing speech that Sisy had just given to the entire place. The leader of the streets was once again making everyone proud.