Billy Turner

He had finally made it; he was out, free at last. Looking for another new start, he parked his wheels in such a rush that he didn't even bother to close the door behind him. And now Billy Turner was headed inside to see the women he desired most. He could remember her so clearly, her tall slender figure; her crimson red lips; the scent of her perfume. But most vividly he could remember the last time he saw her before it all happenedÐ'...

To Billy it seemed as though everyday was just another day: waking up every morning at 6:00 a.m., heading to the same boring job for what now had been fourteen years. Billy was anxious. Billy was tired of the routine. Billy needed change. So one day he just left: quit his job, leased his two bedroom house, and hit the rode. Not knowing what to look for, Billy drove all around the county trying to find something: passion, love, adventure, even a little trouble. Unfortunately he found what he was looking for, and so much more.

He had been on the rode for a while now, and his eye lids were becoming heavier and heavier; furthermore it was getting into the early hours of the morning. So he turned right off the interstate. Now on the outskirts of Las Vegas he had finally found somewhere to stay; although it wasn't much, but it would have to do for a couple nights as he went into town to look around and experience Vegas. So after a long nights slumber

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at the Deuces Wild Motel he headed out to see the town. Now this was Billy's first trip into Vegas and he is completely taken back by the lights, the women, and the life.

After an exhausting "full days work" Billy decided to end the night by having a drink or two. While pumping gas into his new Dodge Ram 1500 he went inside to ask the attendant about some local bars. He was told that a couple streets down was a popular biker bar called The Snake Pit. Billy was sold; the name alone was enough to convince him. After parking his car a block away, he made his way into the bar. It was everything he had expected and so much more: motorcycles parked next to one another, bright lights, and women everywhere he looked, and life. Now, this was not Billy's usual scene but he was certain no one would give him trouble; indeed he was built like his truck. He was ready for his drink.

Not even able to order a beer before he was approached by a beautiful women. They talked. Her name was Jamie and she was a younger girl, single, said she moved out to Vegas a couple months prior because she was looking for "new" life, excitement and change. He couldn't believe how much they had in common, it was uncanny. One bowl of peanuts and two drinks later Billy felt a tugging on his collar. As soon as he turned