Billy Busts A Move...

I was...um...sitting on...Billy's..uh, lap. His...his shirt was...sort of...off and...well...I wasn't at all sure...where...where mine had gone, either.

Deb:  Billy?

Billy:  Shut the hell up, ya talk too much.

The words were...kind of...muffled against...well...they were muffled.  
I grabbed a handful of hair and dragged his head...up.

Billy:  What, dammit, I'm busy.

Deb:  Where's Ryan?  I mean, we don't want the Setter strolling in on us,
do we?

Billy's head...went back to where it had been.  I...er...I arched my
back and...and...um...held his head close.

Billy:  He's in Midland.  Hold on to me, baby...

Billy...moved...a lot.  So did I and...well...I think I must have...sort 
of...passed out.  When I woke up I was on my back on the couch and Billy
...uh...he was...there...with me.  Stretched out.  Kinda.

Billy:  You okay. baby?

Deb:  I'm not sure...in a minute...

I was...panting and...sweating.

Billy:  Ever had a ride like that?

Deb:  No, not even close.

Billy:  Whose is that thing, baby?

Deb:  Yours, Billy.

Billy:  Didn't hear you right, baby.  Whose is it?

Deb:  Yours, Billy.  All yours.

Billy:  When can I have it?

Deb:  Any time you want.

Billy:  You gonna do what I tell you now?

Deb:  Hell, no!  Smack you upside the head.

Billy:  Thought it was too much to ask.

Of course it was.  Just as it would be idiotic of me to pretend to have
the kind of thing that Beth had with Sam.  The Dixies of the world would
undoubtedly continue on their merry way through Billy's life.  Unless I
said something, and Billy decided to listen.

Billy:  You're thinkin'.  I'm in trouble.

Deb:  What gives you that idea?

Billy:  The look on your face.

Deb:  What's that, latent intelligence?

Billy:  Funny as hell, girl.  Spit it out, I can't read your mind.

Deb:  Well...it's what you said earlier.  What you were asking me.  I said
yours, Billy,  any time you want, Billy...

Billy:  So far I don't see a problem.

Deb:  But if I asked you the same questions you'd get all jacked up and
tell me I didn't own you.  It's stupid.  Women belong to their men, but men
belong to themselves.

Billy:  Since when am I your man?

Deb:  Exactly my point, smartass.

Billy:  Why can't we just have fun?  Why in hell do you need a damn
relationship?

That did it.  I heaved him onto the floor, then stood up and started
hunting my stuff down.

Deb:  What the hell do you call what we just did, a tax audit?  Did I say
anything about wanting a relationship?  Did you hear anybody who looks like
me say anything about any damn relationship?

Billy:  That's what you're after, ain't it?

Deb:  I'm after a way to be respectable in my own head.  I'm not wired like
other women you've been with.  What we just did has to mean something or 
it's not good!

Billy:  I don't get it.  What's the problem?  You wanted me, I wanted you,
we had a hell of a time...

Deb:  Why am I surprised?  I wanted you and you knew it!  You fooled
around with my head until you decided *you* wanted it, you got it, you
got a declaration out of me when I was vulnerable as hell...and now you
don't want to give anything back!  It sucks!  You don't feel the way I do!

Billy:  Oh, there it is!  Women and their damn feelings!

I hauled off and kicked him.  It hurt my foot, so I whaled a couch
pillow at him instead.

Deb:  I'm not asking for your life, you asshole!  A little exclusivity
would be nice, that's all!  You want that, you want me to save it for you
then you come to me first!

Billy:  What kind of shit is that?  What if you're a thousand damn milea
away?  Next you'll want me to tell you I love you!

Deb:  And that would just be a damn shame, wouldn't it?  Shut up, Billy,
you're a jerk.

I turned away from him, my arms loaded with clothes, and stalked down
the hall to the bedroom I had used before.  I locked the door securely
behind me, then flung the clothes in the corner, sat down on the bed, and
started to shake.  Maybe this wasn't such a hot idea.  Our ideas about
this were obviously far too different.  Beth had tried to warn me about
him, and I had laughed it off.  I had thought my willingness to devote
myself to Billy would at least...make him think.  Talk about wrong!  He
wanted his women to be faithful to him, but he had no intention of trying
to be faithful himself.  I wasn't sure if I could take the Dixies' sloppy
seconds.  All I wanted, really, was to be his primary squeeze, and he 
was acting like I was trying to haul him down to City Hall.

Billy:  Lemme in.

Deb:  No.

Billy:  Open the damn door!

Deb:  Go to hell.  Leave me alone.  Go find you &$%#@ Dixie.

The door splintered down the middle and the frame separated from the
wall.  Billy was in front of me.

Billy:  Don't lock me out.

Deb:  Like you care if I do.

Billy:  Beth didn't give me half this much shit.

Deb:  She won't be giving you anything else, either.  Sam gets it all, and 
he deserves it.  He treats her like a princess.  So it's either me or the
Dixies...they probably bang like shithouse doors and they don't care if
they're with Bill Strannix or Bill Clinton.  Me...I care.  It's my nature,
I can't help it.

Billy gave me an odd look.  He drew me to my feet, led me through the
trashed door and down to his room.  He said not a word, until we were
tucked in, skin to skin.

Billy:  Okay, baby.  For as long as it lasts...me and you.

Deb:  Thank you, Billy.  For trying, anyway.

Billy:  I knew you'd be a pain...

Deb:  Were you expecting any less?

Billy:  Keep it up and you'll be in pain.

Deb:  Threats.

Billy:  No, promises, baby.  Go to sleep.

TO BE CONTINUED...