Billy Wirth 80s Novels & Stories

They became Innkeepers and for those first few years were happy as church mice in a wool sock. Then they lost Julia. Both took it hard, handling it in each their own ways. Billy threw himself into being the best Innkeeper he could and Amelia went on to win State in swimming that year. Eventually, they worked together to rebuild their lives without that big part of them both. Billy is a 41-year-old father. He stands a comfortable 6' tall with a slight pooch from 1 or 2 too many beers occasionally.

Billy clears his throat, breaking the heavy quiet. Billy is the first to break the silence. He clears his throat, his voice unsteady. “Kid… my mate, my Myra… she wouldn’t do that.” His fingers twitch against his knee. “She was no dark witch. She was a light witch.” I turn to look at him, watching the way his brows pinch together, the way his jaw tightens with something like desperation. “I know I said she was mysterious,” he continues, “and that I didn’t know much about her, but I know she was a good woman. I know she wouldn’t do something like that.” His voice turns almost pleading. “She wouldn’t do all those things.”

I'm still watching my film when Billy strolls through the living room again, this time he's gotten rid of his top, his PJ bottoms hanging intentionally low on his hips. I've got to admit, despite him having a generally awful and repulsive personality, his body looks like it's been sculpted by a very talented artist. He's got clearly defined muscles where I didn't even know muscles could be, he crosses the room in front of me and even though I force my eyes to stay on the screen, I'm fairly sure I glimpsed an eight pack on his stomach. Eight? Everyone goes on about a six pack, so how has he managed to get an extra two?

He just chuckled before a man entered his room, it was William. “Why did you want to meet me?” William said he heard a fairly loud voice from the phone that Billy was holding. “Do you want to see it?” Billy said and he immediately showed it to William, a recording where his wife was having fun making out with her twin. “Wait… is that Gwen? And… is that Willy? Your twin? since when was he here?” William said. “That’s not important, this damn bitch is shameless, she’s just a parasite who likes rich men,” Billy said and let the recording play as he put his phone on the table.

The ranging wind would gulp their shelters to trenches where it belongs and leave them stranded of a home of abode. Billy at least had a value in his wild world . He is more of old funny fellow with white hairs bleaching, a glass which he uses to see things afar, nose to sniff. When he does the sniffing one would practically look agitated at how old billy sniffs like a nosing creature nevertheless he was never a creep or knave.