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Chapter One
“Vihar the fuck do you think you're coing, boy?" Charlie
Gil, his manager, could shout bike 9 sumaiten, Normally it
‘made Hollis grow, Tonight it just made him laugh,
He watched his rigit boot go saling across the litle
bburkroom of the bus, then his jears. "What're you talkia?
epeut, man?”
"T'savi you on chat fucking ewards shew, son. You were
dirunk as a sunk. You looked <vollen on camera
“Oh, fuck you, Charli." The way his bexar briefs hurg up
ton the hao en the back af the daar mede hin leugh |e 2
Joon, "That show was a waste of fucking space. Yeu shoulda
never beoked me. I mean, Christ
Ie tried to get us, staggered, and fell or the bed with a
thud that rattled b's bran,
"vihae? Hollis? You oxay?
"iine." He ‘rammed devn al his lags, telling thers sternly
to work. “Lyust needed to yet Uirough the right. I riean,
what were you thinking? Fashion Forward, fer Chret's cake.
Am I fesnien ican? Fuck, ne."
He was a fucking redneck wha happened to leak goed in
jeans and sina goad eld fasnionee rocky
"Twas thinking you could clear up your image,” Charlie
said, *Aller thal arrast im Tampa.
"Wihich came to rotuing, as I was ¢9 not guilty."
Scratching his kelly, Hollis squirted at the ceiling, which was
Spinning slowly, but getting faster. "Damn, Sam.
“Wwame's Charlle you're in bio trouble, ney.
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nye a Tormga
“Unchath, Sure, Look, Cherli, I gotta go. ['m gone go
puke.” He hung up the prene anc tossed’ it eff into che ether,
needing quiet and either more JD or less... mayne more,
In th end he cccided just ta stay whors he was and sleep,
‘Trere sheuld be no spinning involved in shat.
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Chapter Two.
Ob, for fuck's sake.
Tae place looked ike 2 Fucking ber oxploded ince =
MeDorala's.
Jeremy lockec over at the litte blonde who was ctanding
{the door of the floating monstros cy they called 2 bus. "You
have cot to be kidding.”
“ho, honey." He cot a arin anc a winx from Amy? Angie?
Angele? Ann Merie. Right. Ann Maris, Ke needed more gingka
biloba, man.
"Okay. faxed you my yrocery needs. I want them here as
soon as possible.” And he naadad some trashcans,
Weights.
Al freshener.
Lets af air freshener. In lemen. Apple. Something nat
smelly man and whsxey. Christ
"Tgol We step ir Dellas next ane i'l be reedy far oiek
Up, alung wath the suppitas you requested. N°. Gill sad you
were the boss about ‘ocd and stuff."
"Yes. rood, exercise, heelth." Ged, he haped this Hollis Lee
rman was werch all the meney his labal was thraw'ng at him.
‘Tae bus sure showed the rash. Tt was ane af these custom
things with twa bechrcoms, a kchanette, all the couch space
man could want, and auge gular racks, had a bacon
the back with a sliding door, Hel, the thirg should nave been
high-class, dove up ir silver and black ard green as it was.
‘Too bed you could hardly see the decor for the junk focd
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wrappers, scraps of paper with words scrawied on trem, and
shredded awercs show programs.
Oh, ane whiskey bottles
Lots of them
“Is there a dumpster in this parking lot, "naar?
"A dumpster. [need 2 dumpster and a couple of guys to
‘work for half an heur." They were dumping everythina,
Food.
Booze,
Trash,
Ne one could be healthy in a pigsty.
Wall, except pigs, ad he'd seen perures of Hollis Lee. The
man was rot a ic,
Jeremy arinred at himself and tossed his cule on 9 spare
bunk. Pies. Goad lord. Sevan years of school, flve years In the
mest exclusive gym In Houston, and then he'd hit the jackpot.
Shally LeBsww. Queen of Nastwille and iene ef buge stadia
New he was cleaning trash from a sick rock star's bus.
“Um. Timegine so, Let me go look." She was locking &
lite wild eyed wher she 2acked out tha coor. Elther ye was
‘oaing 7a laugh her ass off or ery
Okay. Where to star. Right, Refrigarator
Jesus Chiist, What bre “uck was thal. lump?
‘An hour, three roadies, and fourzeen trash bags ‘ater, the
bus loosed better. Net goed, But better.
“Excellent werk, cuys. Much better.”
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Jeremy grinrec over at blonde, blue-eyed, and stunned.
Toc bad he was queer; she was a little baby-doll, "What de
you think, norey2"
"T think Tim glad it's you and net me." A thuma sourded 3°
the back of the bus and the road es clsappeared ike reachos
waen a light comes on. An Marie backed away, grinning wice
sudden, "Have fun, honey.”
‘Tran she was gore, too,
Oh, goodie
Mr. Gill nad warned him that Mr. Lee was geing to be a bit
recalcitrant. Maybe even grumpy. In fact, the words ‘start out
like you ean hold out" had been used, as wel as the phrase
two hunered thousand do'lars'.
He washec up, get into something warm and soft, rubdee
his hands over his buzz eut, anc then headed beck, knocking
fon the bed-eom doar.
sing?
Something heavy hil the door, the feud bang enough te
‘mala “um wondar if he really waritad fo do Us. What the ell
was he talking about? or that kind of money, racple could
threw shit et doors all hay wanted.
"You missed, mar. Time to get up. You wart an omelet or
smonthie for kreakfast?” Thani Ged he'd brought a few
00d morning, Mr. Lee! How's it
supp ies
ya te face?" That voice Nal
stadiums, but this morning it was rough as a cob, growly as
hall. The door opaned, and Hollis Lee stoad in che docrway,
naked as ¢ feybire,
eed thousand
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*Gcod morning, Mr, Lee. Tim your new trainer, Jeremy
Winger, I'm sure Mr, Gil told you T wes starcing? Excellent.
He took the man's hand, shook it Gane lord, there was a
ned body uncer all that abuse,
“Wihet?" The man had the mest amazing eyes, lignt brown,
sorta whiskey colered. Even bleodshat, he could see why
they'd graced the cover of « huncred magaz nes.
"Thave the ingredients for omelets er smoothies, Which
fone floats veur boat?"
‘ters cut like he could hold out.
Hells Lea stared at him for anather moment be‘ore turring
nay, muttering curves and *eoting through all the detitus
‘on tha Foo" and bed
Mice ass.
Really.
Dude, he was going to rave to get enocher trash bag for
the bedracm.
A fille black phone axpeared ard Helis dialed it, turning to
lave at fun. “Charlie. What the fuck
(Oh, shat was gcing to be a fun conversation
He headed for the litele kitchen, and started chepping
vagetebles ard mixing 203 waltes. It was fucking amazing
this bus was hetter eutitted tran most homes ard he could
tell ne one cooked. Spelled man. The aelet wos elmast dene
when Lee appeared, wearing a pair of ancient onare! shorls
{ane looking pissed off as hell.
"You'd test be glad xs're meving. 'é toss your ass off
otherwise
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"From wrat I uncerstend, you don't heve that option.
Omelet?" Mr. Gil said thes Hollis wasnt his bass, the studio
wes. Thank Ged!
“Wo, Twant coroal, Ors coughnut.* Thet men could grow
He really ccule
"We can discuss co-eal and soy milk in a few weeks. Right
now, You need prota.”
"Soy milk" Lea went to the “ridge, 8 sourd cf pure rege
coming out. "Where the fuck Is my beer?
“him? Jeromy put tne omelet on the table, grabbed
soma tomato ... nd. Graperruit juice, Tomato juice stained,
"Boor. You knw. Wheaties in a cen™ Looming was ¢ good
look for the guy, toe, Chest hair, broad shouldars, strong Jew.
Looming.
We could apprec ate looming.
"Sorry. Ne beer. It’s rot or your plan."
He could alsa apnraciate chat rage. Tt promised g2ad
energy or workouts,
“My plan. I have a alan, mister. I'm yang to kil you now."
These big aands flexed, curiing into “ists, Good muscle in the
arms, That was a sie.
"Promises, aromisas. Sit dowa 2né eat, old man.” Man
this was the fur part
“Old.” Vloe. The guy wats guna stroke out. Laak a that
vein thrab, “Tam nal ald, Aad I dev want your ore
want 2 fucking sausage biscut.”
“Then earn one.’ He was wiling to be reesonatle.
