Sex in the Sky

What’s a guy to do?

© Sadie Rose Bermingham 2006

“”Woo hoo!! Chapter Eleven already. This chapter caused me great emotional difficulty so I hope you guys have managed to bear with me since it’s taken much longer than normal to produce.

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BEYOND EVIL

“He will come back,” Aldo soothed for the umpteenth time that day as he came to sit up on the top deck with Ant, sipping a Margarita. “He has nothing to wear, so he is not going to leave the Cap, no?”

A reunion between the cocksucker (w/family) and his cowboy.

By now, their sassy admonitions had become boring and obnoxious. “You’d better not come to our campus to suck cock Uncle Blonde. The campus jocks there don’t like cocksuckers anywhere close to them. They kick the ass of anybody they suspect who is queer about other guys.”

“That’s right, Uncle Blonde! Short skinny guys have been put in the hospital just for being suspected of being queer. Turns out most o’ them were just underdeveloped nerds.”

“Fuck the both of you”, I retorted. “Your simple-minded campus hardly sounds like an objective bastion of tolerance, academic or otherwise. Anyone who pays tuition money to such a Neanderthalic institution is pissing it away.”

Rayne experiences the full Italian Job.

“”Well, we seem to be getting back on track. A Boy who is getting closer and closer to completion and where the story will end, no one knows. Not even Rayne! But I’ve been hard at work these last few weeks and there should be a steady progression of chapters from now until the conclusion (If I don’t get side-tracked by Count Cain or the pressures of work, that is!) “The usual criteria apply to this tale. If it shows up on any other site than Litty, and it’s not got my name attached, it’s been thieved and the miscreants should be soundly thrashed!

Epilogue: will Rayne & Ant find passionate closure?

“”Well… the end has come at last. It’s taken me a little over a year to write this story and I’d like to say a big thank you to all the kind people who have read A Boy Who… in its entirety (some of you, amazingly, more than once!) You’ve been very patient with me, and I’m so grateful for all the wonderful comments and e-mails you’ve sent. It just makes me happy to know that you’ve taken some pleasure from Rayne’s sorry tale and that makes all the hard work worth while.

I wrote A Boy Who… for my friend Ant, who originally wanted a role in a vampire tale. This epilogue is for him. It’s a strange little piece, written as a bridge between Rayne’s life and his Unlife. I hope I’ve done him justice.

Is Rayne weakening?

*CHAPTER TEN: ANGELS AND DEMONS*

By Sadie Rose Bermingham ©2006

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The sealed envelope was propped up on the counter in the Day Room when Ant rose and wandered through for some breakfast. It was addressed by hand, with Rayne’s name alone in stark, black ink on the crisp, white cartridge paper. He touched the edges of it warily as if it might be cursed, then picked it up, feeling the weight of the folded documents inside. As he was turning it over in his hand, Daniel wandered back through from the rear deck looking like God on holiday, in a long, almost-translucent white gown and open sandals, his snowy hair spilling over his shoulders like a shroud. Steely eyes glittered a warning but all he said was; “Leave it.”

Rayne’s deal ends in a 3-some.

* CHAPTER 14: PULLING THE DEVIL’S TAIL*

By Sadie Rose Bermingham © 2006

ATONEMENT:

Rayne woke up alone, which of late was so unusual that he took his time to assimilate and appreciate the space in which he found himself. He felt groggy and in need of a good long shower but he was not as sore as he dreaded he might have been. The bed was large and clean and very comfortable. It also showed signs of not having been slept in by more than one person. Under the circumstances that was a relief. Slowly now his memories of the last time he had been properly conscious were coming back.