Little Billie had started to say something to him; now he would never know what it was.

For perhaps half an hour we sit by my window and talk about Billie as though she were someone else who wasn't there just then.

Billie led them to the board fence at the left.

Billie took a little swing at the air with her hand.

Despite Billie's rather large size it did not pass over any significant land mass.

Billie knew this was no time for a woman to fall apart.

The police took Billie from the hospital after he was shot in the gang war.

Neither of them said a word, but Billie took his hand and led him into the bedroom.

She wondered which one of the younger kids was Billie.

Then he thought of Billie and hoped she was safe.

Then, almost as if she'd forgotten something, Billie walked back to his car.

Billie's management and support crew see a report of the murder on television.

That's the kind of man she needs, Billie says to her friends, laughing.

A few minutes later at the breakfast table, Billie was missing.

I went up to the bar and Billie started shaking his head when he saw me coming.

"Billie Jean has given a great deal to the game; she's not really political."

Later, when the women let themselves into their own room, Billie sensed she was being watched.

He wanted to explore Billie's body to get to know what pleased her.

For some reason, Billie found herself slowly relaxing with this one.

Hudson seemed to have a way of getting whatever he wanted, Billie had already noticed.

When she opened the door to leave, Billie was standing there fully dressed.

Tommy, Billie, this will make a hell of a story for you and your kids.

And Billie singing her blessed heart out like she never has before.