"Hell, honey, that's the one I was telling you about-the one I wrote.”

"You didn't tell me it was that song you traded.”

"What was the use?”

"Was it worth it? You could've made a fortune. I bet she's raking it in.”

"A fortune, my ass. Who the hell am I? It's Bonnie Dale who's selling that song, not me. I gotta have more exposure. She-it! If I'd found anyone nutty enough to record me on that one it wouldn't sold enough to pay for the label. Man! You gotta realize that country music is like any other field. It's what's behind a song that counts. Now, once I get me some more exposure, then I'll take a stab. But, till then, I'm just satisfied with letting old Bonnie Iron Ass make the killing. At least I know my writing is good enough as long as she lets me do the solo now and then on her show." He stopped talking, looking at her as if trying to make her understand. "I'll make it big! Christ yes! But when the time is right. And it just ain't right yet,”

Sue Belle shook her head and walked into the bathroom. Over her shoulder she called out, "You're downright crazy, you know.”

The water almost made her forget her hunger. She stayed under it for as long as she dared, then, toweling herself briskly, she decided to walk right on into the room nude. If he intended to get his cookies off then she might as well get it over with. "Goodbye, cherry," she whispered softly as she strode into the room.

Billy sat at the desk looking at something out the window. He didn't pay any attention to her as she walked on across the room and lay down on the bed. Sue Belle stretched out and spread her thin legs. Billy turned finally and let out a long, low whistle. "I ain't seen nothing like you in a long, long time, gal. You're about as small as my kid sister, but yet you're pure woman and that's a fact." He stood. She realized for the first time that he had slipped into a clean pair of jockey shorts. Bending down over her, he kissed her firm breast.