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| L.A Connection; Part 4: Sequel to A London Extra. Ray, Hannah,James, Lemmy Kilmister,Castor, Lilly, Francesca and Cali | |
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 6:33 pm Post #31 |
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Plant the idea in my head? I planted the idea in *your* head!
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| Shayniz21 | July 1, 2012, 7:03 pm Post #32 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I just love your stories!!! I'm almost hoping that James and Hannah could end up together. I don't think Ray and Hannah are going to last but only know the plot for your characters Anyway, I'm very anxious to see how this story plays out!!! :horns2 |
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 7:04 pm Post #33 |
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Thank you! I love my readers!I have lots and lots of totally unexpected twists for this story, so it will be exciting, don't worry! Lots more updates coming today! |
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| Shayniz21 | July 1, 2012, 7:11 pm Post #34 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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You are like the update queen!!! I fucking love it!!! |
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 7:15 pm Post #35 |
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I get on a roll and then I can't stop!
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| HannahBanana | July 1, 2012, 7:37 pm Post #36 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I swear something keeps telling me that Anthony is one smart kid We just don't know it yet |
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 7:43 pm Post #37 |
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Well, James has suceeded in raising three pretty smart kids so far. Young children get very curious, so he might have some questions for mom about James quite soon...
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 9:24 pm Post #38 |
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Lilly Hammond was Castor’s oldest flame—the first girl he had ever had eyes for, and he had fallen for her completely. He’d known her from school and they had been friends since he was ten years old. She was a beautiful, painfully shy copper-haired girl with pale skin and warm brown freckles. She had once been a nerdy child, an outcast with glasses, an odd complexion and an interest in reading. It seemed to Castor that was all she ever did. He had first spoken to her during lunch at school when he saw her reading a large heavy library book on Russia. He noticed her sitting alone in the cafeteria at a small table in the corner and joined her for lunch. ‘I’ve been there—to Moscow’ he said kindly setting down his tray. Her face had lit up. ‘You have?’ she asked in awe. She set the book down for the first time. Castor had barely seen her face behind the books before. He noticed her brown eyes were soft and warm—she was kind and approachable. He wondered why she secluded herself so much. He had never seen her sitting with any friends. ‘Yes—I went last summer with my Dad. He gets to travel a lot’ Castor explained. Lilly nodded with interest. Castor saw her tray had only a plain white jam sandwich. He was lucky to have the best meal plan there was, he could take anything he wanted: hot dogs, sandwiches, fruit, pies, cakes, juice. ‘Here’ he said, offering her his apple. He pushed his bowl of fries into the middle of the table for them to share. ‘I can’t eat all these’ he pretended. Her eyes smiled at his kind gesture, it might’ve been the first time she had ever had a friend to talk to at lunch. ‘Thanks!’ she smiled. She lifted her reading glasses from her eyes and her face opened up. She was so pretty under the heavy frames. He wished immediately that she might never wear them again. ‘So where else have you been?’ she asked. Castor smiled, it wasn’t often the other kids asked him, they almost never believed his summer stories. ‘I’ve been all around Europe: Poland, Germany, France, Portugal, Spain, Greece, Italy’ he began. ‘My Dad, he tours nearly every summer’ Lily nodded. ‘What does he do?’ she asked. Castor blinked. She must have been the only person in the whole school who didn’t know who his father was. He smiled, he felt at ease with her. She wasn’t talking to him because of his dad. ‘He plays guitar and sings…in Metallica’ Castor said quietly. Lily took another bite of the apple Castor had gifted her. ‘Never heard of them’ she said casually. Castor beamed: he liked her even more. They had talked eagerly for a whole hour until the cafeteria had nearly completely emptied. ‘I have lots of photos I can show you of Europe and Russia too’ Castor promised her with a smile. She nodded happily. ‘I’d love to see them!’ she beamed. After two weeks of having lunch with her every day, Castor had found the courage to ask his Dad if she could visit one afternoon after school. James had driven them both home, Castor was nervous that she would be overwhelmed by their enormous family home. He knew she was from a much more modest background than he was, but he wanted to share with her, he felt so much from her in return in honest friendship. She liked him for who he was, aside from his father’s fame and fortune. Castor had had enough fake friends to know. Her mouth had dropped at the size of the house inside: the marble foyer with a large chandelier, their three enormous lounges, kitchen, a large private swimming pool in the back yard all astonished her. He was quite sure she had never seen anything like it. They sat together on the lounge floor and he showed her all of his photos—the stuff the other kids either didn’t believe or didn’t want to hear about. But Lily was interested in it all—she loved everything he had to say, and recognised so many of the famous locations he pointed out. He showed her a photo of him with his sisters at the Eiffel tower in Paris. If he was honest, he wished he could show his other friends the same photos, but their reactions were always the same: disbelief and jealously. His own popularity had taken a hit at school to be seen with her every day, but he didn’t care. After talking for a long time and showing her all his photos, he led her into the garden politely by the hand. They sat on the swing set just out of view from the house and turned his face warmly to hers. He had taken the courage to squeeze her hand, and now he closed his eyes as he leant into her to take his first kiss. The first sensation had electrified him—her lips were soft and warm, and her tongue peaked nervously into his mouth a little. He kissed her eagerly again and again until they broke apart panting for breath. She smiled at him with an easy breath and his eyes settled on hers, overcome by the feelings that built butterflies in his stomach. His young heart had never felt any emotion so intense. They sat together smiling, their foreheads touching slightly as he kissed her lips softly again and again. He squeezed her hand tightly in his sweaty palm. ‘Lilly, will you be my girlfriend?’ he asked nervously. His voice shook and took a high pitched turn. ‘Yes—of course!’ she grinned. His arms wrapped around her slim body in a tight hug. Finally, he heard his mother’s voice calling him from inside. ‘Castor? It’s time to take Lilly home!’ A year later, when he was 11, he had taken her to his first Junior Prom. Francesca had bought her a pretty green ball gown that perfectly complimented her ginger hair. James had driven them to the Prom in his Purple custom Ford. Castor had loved making her feel like a princess for a night. She deserved it. Another year on, and he had made a heart-breaking call to her from Buenos Aires. The family had moved, his parents had separated and he didn’t know if he would ever see Lily again. She had cried down the phone to him, and Castor had not known what to do. She had written him letters, dozens and dozens the entire time he was away, promising she would see him again. Finally, Castor had returned home the following year for thanksgiving. James had offered to have Lilly over, and Castor’s heart had leaped. Seeing her nearly two years later she was becoming a beautiful young woman. She had grown out of her frizzy hair it was now long and sleek, her glasses were gone, her skin was clear and her eyes shone to see him. She had gained height and was tall and slender, his eyes couldn’t believe her soft curves that grew and enticed him. This time, James had allowed his 14 year old son to take Lilly upstairs. The house was full with their growing extended family. His children met Hannah and Anthony for the first time. Upstairs, Castor rekindled his connection with the girl he had fallen for—she had allowed him to unzip her dress and teasingly she showed him her nude chest. His eyes were wide with disbelief as his mouth tasted the soft rosebuds that turned pink and hard in his mouth. His shaking hands couldn’t believe how much he adored her body. When he had returned to California from Argentina, he was nearly 15. During his time away, Lilly had become one of the most beautiful girls in school. But to his delight, she had not taken the advances of any of the other guys. Nor had he in Argentina, been able to think seriously of any girl but her. He had dated her until school had ended for them both. He had taken his college scholarship at the University of Southern California in south L.A, where she had stayed in San Francisco to attend UC Berkeley as an undergrad pre-med student. Lily had watched Castor’s first football game on ESPN—amazed at his strength and his ability as a college athlete. The news was already buzzing that James Hetfield’s son might be the new up and coming player of the decade. Already, the papers ran stories that he might after one short season of college football be picked up to play for the Oakland Raiders. Lilly knew Castor would be waiting for her call. She dialled his number and waited down the line as his phone rang, two, then three times. He picked up in an excited voice. ‘Hello my darling!’ he breathed. He missed her so much already, they had barely been two weeks apart. ‘I saw your game, you were amazing!’ she breathed, congratulating him. She heard him blush down the phone. 'Seven touchdowns!' ‘I’ll come and see you play really soon Castor, I promise!’ she smiled. ‘I’d love that!’ he replied, although his voice was melancholie. ‘I miss you, my darling’ he admitted after a long pause. ‘Let me send my dad’s jet up to get you, it’s no problem really’ he explained. ‘Don’t be silly’ she replied. ‘I’ll catch the train down to L.A next weekend, it’s no trouble I promise’. Castor agreed with whatever she wanted, but he wished she would let him spoil her. ‘I can’t wait to see you’ he breathed romantically. ‘Are you allowed girls in your college dorm room?’ Lily asked. Castor laughed. ‘Nope!’ he chuckled. ‘But don’t worry, I’ll take you somewhere nice’ he promised. ‘Please don’t spend too much money on me’ she asked him kindly. ‘You always do’ she reminded him. ‘It’s because you deserve it’ he said again. ‘I’ll see you friday night at the train station’ she promised. |
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| Deleted User | July 1, 2012, 10:52 pm Post #39 |
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Castor spoiled his beautiful girlfriend exactly the way she knew he would. That evening, he drove her to a rented mansion high in the Hollywood hills. He opened her passenger-side door and offered her his hand as she stepped out. ‘Castor!’ she scorned him softly at the sight of the large mansion. ‘It’s okay—it belongs to a friend of my Dad’s’ Castor smiled. She rolled her eyes at him teasingly. ‘I told you, you don’t need to spend…’ but Castor had leant into her mouth for a warm kiss to silence her. ‘Come inside, it’s got an amazing view of the city’ he promised. Castor was right, he stood behind Lilly with his arms wrapped around her waist as they took in the sparkling lights of Los Angeles in the distance. He breathed warmly into her neck as they shared the moment together. ‘Castor, this is beautiful’ she breathed. She turned and kissed him warmly. ‘Do you have to go back to school tonight?’ she asked carefully, wondering whether he would be spending the night with her. He shook his head with a horny smile. He offered her a slow meaningful kiss. ‘No, I can stay’ he smiled ‘but I have to be at training at 8am tomorrow morning, the game is at 2pm’ he explained. ‘Who are you playing tomorrow?’ she asked kindly. ‘Texas A&M’ he said between breaths, but his mind had left the football pitch. He walked her upstairs to the bedroom, leading her gently by the hand. She was short of breath and her chest was nervous, he saw her eyes searching for his asking silently for his trust. He had waited for years to be alone with her. He read her face with a loving smile. The large king bed waited for them. He had led her to the bedroom and now he closed the door carefully behind them. He saw her take a steadying breath before she accepted him back into her arms. ‘It’s okay—I’ll be gentle I promise’ he whispered kindly to reassure her. She nodded, her hands were shaking with adrenalin as he lifted her top over her head. Her smooth nude breasts drove his urgency on: she turned him on so much. He kissed her over and over in the darkness, leading her backwards to the bed. She sat first, her face looking up at him plainly for directions. He unbuckled his jeans and let them slide down his legs to the floor. She laid back on the bed, waiting for him to take over her body the way that she so wanted. He climbed over her waiting body on the bed, lifting his shirt over his head. His eyes had caught up with the light in the darkened room enough to see that her trusting, pure face was anticipating him. He covered her body with his and she made a soft moan, running her hands down his strong chest. They had never been so intimate together before. He leant forward to kiss her, daring himself to begin a sensual exploration of her body: there was nothing he had wanted more in his whole life. ……… NB: Sorry to stop the scene there, but I’m not actually going to write Castor and Lilly together because in real life, Castor is of course still a child and I won’t be sexualising children in my story as per the fic rules. My fictional Castor is 18 at the moment, so we can assume that he and Lilly are now sleeping together. Ok? |
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| Deleted User | July 2, 2012, 1:00 am Post #40 |
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I accompanied James once more to Castor’s second football game the following weekend. This time, his girlfriend Lilly who I knew had been Castor’s girl for many years joined James and I in a private box at the university stadium. It seemed James would not miss a single game for the whole season. At 18, Lilly was taller than me. I was a short 5 ft 6, but she was easily 5ft 9, and far prettier than she knew she was. She wore jeans a few sizes too big on her slender frame, and a black top that hid her beauty. Her ginger hair was long and straight, and she gazed hopefully out at the field below watching number 22 with as much dedication as James. Lilly and I sat either side of James, and he leant to speak to her during the game sharing private jokes. I smiled, glad that Lilly felt a part of the family. Castor’s performance was exemplary once more, scoring three touchdowns in the first quarter alone. For each one, James lept triumphantly into the air—the whole stadium seemed aware of his presence. The commentators cheered Castor on as their new star runner. The crowd chanted: ‘Obey your Master, Castor!’ The crowd sang along loudly. I thought it sounded familiar. ‘James what are they singing?’ I asked. He rubbed his face a little in embarrassment. ‘Master of puppets’ he said quietly. I grinned, wondering whether Castor could hear the crowd’s chanting. At the end of the game, the commentators quoted stats: Castor has already scored more touchdowns in two games than their previous runners in a whole season. Castor had scored USC another victory. After the game, ESPN interviewed him on the field—it was his first televised interview. James watched his son magnified on the big screen: Castor’s image drew a big roar from the crowd. He wiped his brow and addressed the reporter, lifting his heavy helmet from his head. Another cheer, this time from the girls and Lilly smiled at her boyfriend in admiration. Castor looked even more like his father than ever growing his messy blonde hair and smiling with sparkling blue eyes. ‘What a fantastic game! We’re all big Hetfield fans here in Southern Cal!’ the reporter began. Castor smiled, he was still panting hard from the game. He seemed unsure how to take the compliment. ‘So what do you say to those who have you as the new star runner for 2017?’ the interviewer asked. The crowd roared again and Castor nodded. ‘Yeah—I will be—I won’t let you down!’ he said triumphantly. James clapped for his son, but I had an odd feeling Castor may have jinxed himself. ‘We’ll, you’re certainly a hit with the ladies!’ the reporter laughed. Castor hit that one straight out of the park. ‘Sorry—I’m taken’ he admitted. James nodded curtly knowing his son has said the right thing, hoping now that the press wouldn’t go after him to find the identity of his girlfriend, but he knew that they would. ‘Anything else you wanna say to the fans watching at home?’ the microphone was turned back towards Castor. ‘Just to say hi to my mom, I miss you. Come and see me play sometime’ he asked. It was sad to hear his words ring so plainly amplified around the stadium. I looked to James, his eyes were welling with tears. My hand touched his back gently and he stood taking my hand. ‘Lets go to the player’s lounge’ he suggested, I could tell immediately he didn’t want to talk about Francesca. I followed James and Lilly—they both seemed to know why Castor had made a sad appeal to his mother on national tv. Downstairs, in the private lounge, Castor greeted Lilly warmly with a loving kiss and a long intimate hug. James and I watched them together, it was clear to us both that they had stepped up their relationship. James looked awkwardly away taking in my eyes, while we thought the same thing. James looked to the bar as though it were the obvious distraction. I took his hand as though I were his wife. ‘James—it’s alright’ I had seen his worried eyes. He took a deep breath, seeing his son and knowing he was becoming a successful young man made him so proud. It made me think of Castor’s plea to his mother, I wanted to ask James where she was, but he was clearly staying mute for a reason. Castor finally approached us with Lilly—holding her lovingly with his arm around her waist. James could tell instantly, he knew his son had slept with his girlfriend. It didn’t shock him as much as it had when he had found out about Cali and Antonio. ‘Thanks for coming Dad!’ he beamed. James smiled and I thought a saw a watery tear roll down his cheek in pride. ‘I promise I won’t miss a single game’ he said defiantly. Lilly nodded confirming the same, offering Castor a short kiss to the lips. Castor slept in a deep dreamlike state next to Lilly that night after the game. He had left campus for the weekend to spend another night with his girlfriend before she went home to San Francisco. Lilly had woken as Castor slept badly, his voice mumbling words in his sleep that turned into short shouting pleas. ‘Mom! No!’ he moaned. Lilly sat upright in bed next to him, it was clear Castor was having a bad dream. ‘No!’ he yelled again. His body twitched and fought off the dream in his mind. She touched his arm gently hoping he might wake. It was a nightmare she knew he had been getting repeatedly. ‘Castor?’ she said softly. ‘Honey, it’s just a bad dream, wake up’ she spoke reassuringly. His eyes flicked open and he was disorientated for a second. He took in Lilly’s face and breathed a sigh of relief. He remembered where he was, he realised he must have been dreaming again. His angelic girlfriend was topless in front of him. His eyes took in her long hair that framed her nude chest. He smiled gratefully. ‘Thanks’ he grinned. She leant forward to kiss him softly and he accepted her warm mouth as his hands smoothed her waist. ‘Try and sleep’ she said hopefully, resting once more into the side of his body. He wrapped his arm around her and settled back to sleep as best he could. ‘You’re so perfect’ he kissed her forehead in thanks. She didn’t reply, her face was already relaxing into a gentle sleep once more. He lay awake stroking her soft pale skin, his fingers tracing her body under the sheets. He couldn’t believe how much being with her made him feel like a man—like a success for the first time in his life. He wished his mom would understand. |
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| Deleted User | July 2, 2012, 8:23 am Post #41 |
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James visited Anthony and I every day at Lemmy’s Malibu home as the summer intensified. Each day, we spent an hour or two with Anthony before stealing some time alone. We had swum in the pool for nearly an hour in the midday sun, and now we headed inside for some cool relief. I offered both James an Anthony icy cold juice from the fridge. James smiled as he admired by bikini body. He couldn’t help but kiss me in front of Anthony. ‘James!’ I warned him in my teasing voice. Anthony was watching us both. ‘I want to take this off you so bad’ he grinned, tugging at my bikini strings. I kissed him back teasingly. ‘Not here’ I bit my lip naughtily. James was ready to follow me to the bedroom if I wanted. ‘I don’t know if he’ll sleep today’ I said. Anthony was still full of energy in the early afternoon. ‘Maybe we could just shower?’ he begged. His thumbs hooked my bikini bottoms like he wanted to lower them down my legs. ‘Alright, but only a very quick one’ I kissed. We left Anthony playing with his toy trucks on the lounge floor. ‘James—be super quick’ I urged him. In the shower he had me up quickly against the wall. I loved when his balls slapped me hard, he fucked me fast--rougher than usual but I loved it. After two or three minutes I felt guilty and knew to check on my son. ‘Anthony…James, I’ve got to check on him’ James broke from kissing me frantically. ‘Alright’ he accepted. I left him standing in the running shower as I exited. To my relief, Anthony had not noticed our departure. We redressed in my bedroom once more. His phone had been ringing while we were together: he had missed two calls from Castor. ‘He seems so happy!’ I observed. James nodded, he was pleased for him and Lilly. ‘He told me on the phone last night that they’re sleeping together now’ James revealed. I nodded, that much was obvious from the way we had seen them interact together. ‘She’s good for him, James—that’s great!’ I smiled. He agreed. ‘I wish Francesca would accept the choices he is making’ James growled. It was the first I had heard him mention it, I had been curious for a few weeks as to why she was not supporting her son’s college football career. ‘Castor and Francesca had an enormous row when he got his admissions letters’ James began.'He got into a bunch of schools, but a couple weren’t for football scholarships. He made it into UC Irvine for Business School. Francesca doesn’t want him to play football, she doesn’t think he understands what he’s doing—that he’s just doing it because he thinks I want him too, or for the money or the fame or whatever. I don’t think she realises how talented he really is. She’s mad that he didn’t go to Irvine, he’d have been so much closer to home. They had another big fight before he left for USC a few weeks ago. She said she didn’t support his decision, and she knows that Marcella was helping him with his school work. She said he has to do it on his own, that he should keep his options open and not rely on football. I think we should let him do whatever he wants, it’s his life’ James growled. I agreed. ‘I’m surprised she’s not coming to his games’ James said sadly. ‘I thought she’d have got over it by now. I want him to know that I’ll be there for every game no matter what. I know Lilly will be too’ James gulped. ‘I just know how much he wants his mom to be there too’. James wiped his eyes on his sleeve and made a short sniff. ‘She’s not speaking to him at all at the moment. She’s just so mad that he’s following the path of pro-football’. ‘Surely she’ll get over it’ I offered. James shrugged his shoulders. ‘She doesn’t want him to be famous—she doesn’t want him to have an existence like me. Being followed everywhere, written about, photographed. She can’t understand why he would want that too’. I thought I saw her point, but I didn’t think it worthy of the harsh stand she was taking to make it. ‘Well, maybe he’s not doing it for those reasons—he’s a great player!’ I said. ‘He isn’t doing it to be famous!’ James said in annoyance. ‘It’s the last thing he wants. He’s doing it because he’s always wanted to be a pro-athlete’. I sat on the end of the bed with James. I nodded I completely agreed. ‘Do you think he can do it?’ I asked. James nodded eagerly. ‘Without a doubt’ he replied. |
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| Deleted User | July 2, 2012, 8:25 am Post #42 |
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Lemmy and I had drunk far too much, and Ray watched on drinking coke sourly as he watched us. Unlike James, Ray was not at peace with his addiction. He hated that he couldn’t drink where and when he wanted. Instead he resented Lemmy asking him to bring him booze. He tried hard not to let it bother him, but I knew that it did. It wasn’t often that we got to stay up late talking and drinking like adults. Usually Ray and I were exhausted at the end of a day. But it was quite a treat to be guests at Lemmy’s—there was never a quiet moment in the house. I loved hearing him sing around the house, barking out lyrics and thrashing on his bass. Lemmy had been busy at the studio most days. Ray was nearly always gone, he never worked regular hours like he had at the restaurant. I wondered how much he missed being a chef. His real vice had been succumbing to drinking in the bar, but I knew he was still a talented cook.I smoothed my husband’s back, he seemed tense and worried. He flinched even to my touch. ‘You okay? Do you want to go to bed?’ I asked him kindly. ‘No’ he snapped. I was completely surprised by his reaction. I tried to think what was wrong, I had thought Lemmy’s drinking had put him in a bad mood. I tried once more to soften his mood. ‘I just thought perhaps you might be in the mood tonight?’ I kissed at his throat to see if my offer my bring him to bed with me after all. He turned his head away. ‘No Hannah—I'm not, leave it please’ he said. I was surprised at him—perhaps it was L.A putting him in a bad mood. My guilty mind wondered; this wasn’t like him. I sat in bed reading for nearly an hour until Ray joined me sourly at 3am. He climbed into bed with me without a word. I looked at him with worry, setting down my book to face him. He looked at me blankly. ‘What?’ he asked defensively. ‘I just don’t understand what’s wrong, Ray!’ I said again. ‘You fucking-well know what’s wrong, Hannah! he warned brutally. I was taken aback but he continued. ‘I don’t want to sleep with you now, or ever!’ he said honestly with malice. ‘There’s rumours that you and Scotty Ian were fucking backstage at Lemmy’s show!’ Ray yelled. I almost let out a sigh of relief: he didn’t know about James being in L.A during the summer weeks for the album sessions. ‘He paid me’ I lied. I couldn’t deny it, even Lemmy had seen us together. ‘So what, you’re seeing clients again?’ Ray spat angrily. He pulled the blankets roughly up around his shoulders. ‘No, it was a one off!’ I said. I hated having fights before bed. ‘And what about James is he a client of yours still?’ Ray asked bitterly. ‘No! Of course not!’ I exclaimed. James had not been my client for over six years. He was quite clearly my ex-fiancé—there was still much love and adoration there between us. ‘Do I have to take Anthrax off the bill for the next gig?’ Ray threatened. ‘No!’ I exclaimed again. I lay down in bed with my husband as his verbal abuse ended. His mind was apparently at rest. I reached out to touch his shoulder gently in apology. ‘I’m sorry, I should’ve told you’ I whispered badly. ‘Don’t touch me!’ he said roughly, rolling away from me in bed. |
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| Deleted User | July 2, 2012, 9:19 am Post #43 |
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*waits for everyone to catch up*
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| Auluna Raie | July 2, 2012, 9:26 am Post #44 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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I'm trying, but the damned site kept giving me a "database error" screen whenever I tried to post O_o |
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| Deleted User | July 2, 2012, 9:27 am Post #45 |
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I know, me too. I had 4 chapters ready to go and I couldn't post! I think the glitch is all over now, though.
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I think the glitch is all over now, though. 
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