Six years ago, Willie had an adventure - so to speak.  He'd graduated from the local college with a degree in public relations and landed his first job, right there in town, two weeks later.  Six months after that, he'd been assigned to work a mid-level account that required him to travel out of town.

     It was the first time he'd been away from home and, as a young twenty-three year old single male, really on his own for the first time; Willie wanted to stretch his legs - so to speak.  

     The bar down the street from his hotel looked inviting.  Willie had sauntered in, ordered a beer and was half-way through it when he realized that there were no women in the place.  He'd shrugged it off.  Maybe it was the wrong time of evening or this was simply a "guy's" hangout.  Like all young men out on their own, Willie was interested in meeting a woman or three so he'd decided to leave just before another beer appeared in front of him.

     Looking up, Willie had seen the bartender pointing toward a gentleman a few seats further down the bar.  Thinking nothing of it, Willie had lifted his fresh glass and toasted his unkown benefactor, who immediately moved over to sit next to him.  It dawned on Willie that this was a come on.  He should've run, but Willie considered himself very liberal.  As the oldtimer's were want to say - Willie had gotten a wild hair up his ****.

     To make a long story short - so to speak, the "guy's" bar was really a "gay" bar and after getting Willie thoroughly plastered, the unknown benefactor had invited Willie to his apartment for some free beer and a porno or two.  Once there, Willie had been quickly seduced and royally ****.

     Five years later, Willie's wife of six months, the true love of his life, died of AIDS.  Willie hadn't even known he was HIV positive; hell, Willie had done a fantastic job of totally erasing that night six years ago from his consciousness and had never, ever come to within even a mile of getting himself into a similar situation since.

     "Willie, look at me," his wife whispered from her death bed.  "Look at me and never forget this moment.  I loved you, Willie.  I loved you so much and....and look what you've done to me."

      Willie couldn't look.  He'd already seen enough of the damage his stupidity had caused.  Why hadn't he gotten tested before they were married?  Hell - why hadn't he gotten himself tested right after that terrible night...or, six months or a year afterwards?  The picture of her, pale, skinny as a rail, dark rings under her eyes, dark purple spots - lesions they called them - on her left cheek and upper neck, would haunt him for the rest of his life.  A time that Willie fervently hoped would be very, very short.

     Leaving the hospital and his now dead wife, Willie determined that he didn't want a short life afterall.  No, not short - but not long either.  Just long enough for him to get revenge.  The only thought that filled Willie's mind, kept his heart pounding and the blood roaring through his veins was that of revenge.  Sweet and bloody vengeance.

     He would start with the guy that gave him HIV - if he could find him and if he was, himself, still alive.  After that, Willie was going to **** every single gay man he could get his hands on.  He was going to infect a hundred, no a thousand **** queers until somebody, somewhere stopped him 'dead in his tracks' - so to speak.