Sadist lay staring up at the ceiling, his mind a soft haze in the afterglow of the hour they’d just spent. Beth lay curled at his side, his arm around her back holding her against him as her head rested on his shoulder.
“What’s your real name?” Her voice pulled him from the peaceful drifting he’d let his mind go on.
“Huh?” He glanced down to find she’d stacked her hands on his chest and her chin now rested on them.
“I know they call you Sadist, and I get where it comes from, but what’s your name, really?”
He c****d one side of his mouth up in a wry smile.
“Billy. Well, William really, but I grew up as Billy. My dad was Bill and I was either Billy or Little Bill. Since I outgrew him at fifteen, Little Bill got confusing.”
“Billy?”
“Billy Simmons, at your service, ma’am.”
Beth giggle
