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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 | January 30, 2013, 4:54 am Post #541 |
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At 4am James woke—the air was cool in the bedroom and he breathed a sigh of relief. It was becoming a habit that he woke bolt upright like this. Now, six hours after his last drink he craved more. He knew there were six more shots in the fridge downstairs, and if he started with the small stuff he could take it and not be drunk by the morning. He had around four hours before Hannah woke. He crept from bed slipping on his briefs that hung on the chair from the night before. He turned back, taking a look at Hannah to check she hadn’t stirred: her body lay still. Once he was satisfied, he crept down the wooden stairs knowing they would creak under the weight of his footsteps. In the kitchen he opened the fridge joyously. The white light inside illuminated his conquest: the remainder of the rum shots and perhaps even a few beers. He thought he might even get away with two and wear it off before morning. He started with the shots, gulping down three as he stood in front of the open fridge. He collected the rest in his hands- two beers in one and three shots in the other- and sat them on the kitchen bench. He eyed the beer like old friends as he gulped down the final three shots. The glass clinked as they touched and he looked up stairs nervously, hoping the sound would not wake Hannah. He rummaged in the drawer for a bottle opener and found it, releasing the cap with a hiss. He lifted the green bottle to his lips and tasted the yeasty beer, bitter and frothy, light and quenching. He gulped faster, taking half the bottle in one go. He stopped for a breath, wiping his mouth to catch the little that had rolled down his chin. The remainder of the bottle didn’t take any thought, he slung his head back and the bottle ran dry. He set the empty bottle aside, reaching for the next without pause. He knew he didn’t have long to sleep it off. The second beer was even more of a relief—the cool condensation on the bottle cooled his hand and chilled his mouth. He savoured the taste a little more this time, although the aim was the same. He wanted nothing more than to feel that adrenalin that the feeling gave him: he was invincible, he could tackle anything including this. His addiction didn’t seem so big somehow when his veins pumped fast. His brain begged him for more: the flavour didn’t matter anymore. He drained the last of the beer until he looked at five empty bottles. He picked up the internal phone and dialled room service. He knew they’d remove the bottles like they had the champagne. He knew it was time to sleep off what he had done. Three and a half hours until Hannah would wake. He flicked off the light and climbed the stairs back to the bedroom. He was pleased to find she had not stirred , still Hannah slept in the same position with her hands under the pillow beneath her head. He loved her more than he knew, their children were the greatest light in his life, but still, his demons were stronger than him. Perhaps again, in a moment of strength he would have to accept his weakness. |
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| Auluna Raie | January 30, 2013, 5:10 pm Post #542 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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*sets up blinking neon sign that says "THIS WAY TO BUNKER" before diving in herself*
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| Deleted User | January 30, 2013, 6:36 pm Post #543 |
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Yeah, you're gonna need that bunker! Two big explosions coming soon!
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| Deleted User | January 31, 2013, 12:46 am Post #544 |
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The next day was our last full day of our honeymoon and I had let James sleep in. At 10am he still hadn’t stirred, he had slept soundly, snoring heavily. It was a little unusual for him, but I was pleased that at least he was relaxing and enjoying the break. I sat on my side of the bed, dressed and showered, now I read my book beside him as he slept. Finally, at midday he rolled over and faced me with a wide yawn. His face was surprised to see midday sunshine pouring in. He saw me dressed and checked his phone bedside for the time. ‘I’m sorry darling!’ he apologised. ‘I didn’t mean to sleep so long’ he sat upright, his head spinning. He covered his eyes with his hands to stop the spinning. He lay back down nauseated. I watched him in confusion. ‘Are you feeling alright?’ I asked, setting my book down. For the last four days he had been out of sorts. ‘Ooh’ he said holding his stomach, he pulled back the covers and made a quick dash to the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and stayed quiet in the bathroom for a long time. Finally, he returned. ‘I’m alright, just something I ate I think. Perhaps it was the calamari from yesterday?’ he thought quickly. His face was pale and oily. ‘What do you want to do today then?’ I asked gently. I stood from the position reading on the bed beside him and joined him for a long hug. His chest and arms welcomed me but his lips did not. He slung his head over my shoulder. I held his body tightly, I was truly concerned now that he was ill. ‘I have something planned for dinner...’he began. I stopped him as I pulled back from our hug to read his face. ‘James, are you sure you’re feeling alright?’ I asked, checking the temperature of his forehead with the back of my hand. He let me check him dutifully, enjoying that I was observing him. ‘Maybe you should rest this afternoon too, have a long sleep?’ I suggested. ‘I’ll go for a walk, or read my book or something’ I smiled. I was beginning to suspect he was burnt out, perhaps he needed a little time to himself. James’ eyes flared in worry. ‘No, please stay?’ he asked, his eyes hung on mine meaningfully. ‘Alright’ I agreed, but still, I was worried about him. ‘There’s some fruit downstairs in the fridge for breakfast, I’ll go and grab it—you relax’ I ordered him back into bed. He nodded, accepting my command. His face had twitched nervously as though it were something I said. My face questioned his for a second, before sharing a warm smile. ‘I’ll be right back!’ I promised. Downstairs I opened the fridge door and retrieved the two large tropical fruit platters. As I did, four green beer bottles rolled across the shelf as I disturbed their stack. I caught them carefully and the returned them to the shelf, closing the door and returning upstairs. Upstairs, I saw James and slid on his grey checked shorts and a clean white t-shirt. He slay on top of the covers with his head propped up against the headboard. He sat forward, taking one of the large silver trays from my hands. He accepted kindly, I noticed without a kiss. We were quiet for a moment as we each enjoyed fresh pineapple, orange and mango slices. Finally James spoke. ‘I’m worried about Castor and Neil’ he admitted. He tried to pluck a strand of pineapple from between his teeth. I exhaled in relief: that’s what this is about! I consoled his worried thoughts, glad that he was sharing them. ‘I thought Castor was doing a lot better when we left, I think he really appreciated you being there, James’ I observed. He nodded, taking a large piece of kiwifruit, chewing before he spoke. ‘He’s 20 in May’ he said finally. ‘I just don’t know how he’s gonna learn how to be a Dad, he’s so young. And now he’s got all this pressure with the team’ he added. ‘He’s learnt from you’ I smiled. ‘You’ve been a fantastic father to him, James!’ I reminded him. James shook his head. ‘Not always--there’s some things you don’t know Hannah’ he admitted. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked carefully. James had stopped, his head hung low. ‘I nearly left Francesca when Castor was one because I didn’t know how to be a father’ he admitted. ‘I went on this hunting trip one year to clear my head. Francesca had told me if I didn’t make up my mind to be there for him, she’d be gone. Well, while I was away I missed his birthday and I felt like the worst parent in the world. I couldn’t even run from it’ he mumbled his last words sadly. I reached out to stroke his arm. ‘But James, you came through all that. You’ve built a wonderful relationship with Castor since then. You’re an amazing father to Anthony too!’ I promised him. ‘I’m losing him and he’s losing himself’ James said quietly as he looked out the open balcony doors towards the sea. We were both quiet for a long moment as his words settled. ‘Castor’s still cheating on Lilly’ he continued, lifting a strawberry to his mouth. ‘Really?’ I asked. ‘Mm hmm’ James nodded as he ate, his eyes flicking open and shut disbelievingly. ‘Marcella told me’ James admitted. ‘That’s what I’ve taught him, how to screw up his life’ he said angrily. I was silent in surprise, I had never heard James speak like this before in such negative terms. ‘James, you mustn’t be too hard on yourself, he’s an adult making his own choices too’ I reminded him with a level head. ‘You’ve got me now’ I reminded him after a long pause. ‘You don’t need to keep this to yourself, you can tell me. I’ve known something’s been on your mind for a while’ I revealed gently. His face took on a look of shock. ‘I’m sorry my darling’ he apologised, opening his arms to me. He kissed my head softly and took a brave gulp. ‘Can you please do something for me?’ he asked nervously. I turned to face him as he held me. ‘Of course?’ I smiled. ‘Please can you ask room service to get rid of all the beer in the fridge and not put any more in tomorrow?’ he revealed. My mind whirred, I had disturbed the remaining beers in fridge earlier. ‘James, did you have a drink last night?’ I asked him softly. I tried to remove all accusation from my voice. He couldn’t speak, instead he smoothed my arm in comfort and lay back on the bed closing his eyes for much needed rest. |
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| Deleted User | February 2, 2013, 2:56 am Post #545 |
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James had taken me by car to the highest peak on the island that plateaued and looked out west over the Caribbean towards Mexico. The water sparkled in the early evening light and we settled on the grass on a large blanket unpacking our picnic dinner. After a long comfortable sleep, James was warm and affectionate. I leant into his body as we sat together and he kissed me openly, returning the excited feeling that we always had together. ‘I’m sorry I got down on myself before’ he apologised. ‘It’s alright, you needed to talk’ I smiled, I understood. His lips moved in again for mine. His hand moved underneath the hem of my short white dress, caressing my thigh as we kissed. ‘I remember, on our first date in San Francisco that you took me to the beach in Tiburon’ I smiled. James nodded, his smile breaking wide as he remembered too. He had kissed me on the beach and held me in his arms. ‘I fell in love with you that day’ he recalled. He smoothed my long blonde hair behind my neck as the wind blew it across my face. His blue eyes were honest and loving. ‘I loved our trip to Prague’ I smiled, remembering our moments together early-on in our relationship. He nodded, it was clear that he remembered too. ‘Lifting Anthony into my arms for the first time’ James’ eyes teared up a little. ‘I thought, this boy…’ his eyes looked away emotionally from mine for a minute as happy tears rolled down his cheeks. I wondered what he was about to reveal. ‘I thought, I hope this boy is my son!’ he sobbed. I was amazed, I hadn’t revealed to him that Anthony was his son until Chelsea was born months earlier. ‘You did?’ I asked him. I kissed his lips that wobbled emotionally. ‘I always hoped!’ he admitted. ‘I saw Hetfield traits in him straight away’ he admitted. He hugged me tighter. ‘I couldn’t believe it when you told me he was my son!’ he smiled, wiping away his happy tears. ‘And Chelsea’s little face, she look so much like you’ he smiled. I agreed, she did. His thumb stroked my cheek as he leant in for another warm kiss. ‘You’ve made my life complete, Hannah’ he admitted. The fingers of our free hands linked together. ‘I always hoped you’d want to marry me one day’ he recalled. I knew, he had been keen on when we had lived together in San Rafael. ‘I hope you understand how much I need stability in my life’ he explained. ‘So many things are out of my control, so many things about the band and my life are crazy and unbelievable. So I need you in my life, I need someone to keep me straight’ he confessed. He gulped, realising he had lead himself down the path of the conversation we had had this morning. I decided to approach the topic gently. ‘James—if ever you have trouble, if ever you need a drink, or if you need help, please tell me. Even if I’m not the right person to help you, I’ll get help. Do you still go to AA?’ I asked gently. We seldom ever talked about it. His eyes stared out to sea, until his head dropped sadly. ‘I just had a few beers last night, the first in a long time’ he admitted. We never kept beers in the fridge at home, I understood that they might be a temptation. ‘Alright’ I nodded, my voice was a whisper. I was alarmed, but pleased he had told me. ‘I have some support friends from AA, but I haven’t been to any meetings in years’ he admitted. There was a long pause as I held him tightly, unsure of what to say. His head rested on my shoulder apologetically. ‘Should we do something about it now, before it becomes a bigger part of your life again?’ I whispered delicately. James breathed deeply, I wanted him to feel safe having this conversation with me. ‘Tell me when you’re thinking about having a drink, let me be strong with you. Let me help you’ he lifted his face to mine with a wide smile and I saw that his happy tears had turned to remorseful ones. ‘You’re too good to me, Hannah’ he blushed. He reached forward and buttered a crusty piece of garlic bread. He paused before he ate. ‘Can we talk about this more when we’re at home? I just want this moment now, with you’ he smiled. I nodded. ‘I love you, James’ I said again openly. Up here, there was no one for miles, except a small leisure boat that bobbed anchored just offshore. The metal gleamed in the fading sunlight. The sun turned the sky an orange, red and gold the closer it descended to the water. James caught his eye on the small boat I had been watching, his face had paused. ‘What?’ I asked him gently. ‘Nothing’ he said dismissively, but his voice had taken on a tone of annoyance. He offered me the garlic bread in his hand and I took it with thanks. ‘Home tomorrow’ he sighed peacefully. |
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| Auluna Raie | February 2, 2013, 3:47 am Post #546 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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Can't fool a person from the eastern United States. We know DAMN well when a storm's a comin'! *hides* |
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| Deleted User | February 2, 2013, 4:11 am Post #547 |
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*grins* Anyone know what they think James saw?
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| Auluna Raie | February 2, 2013, 11:33 am Post #548 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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Edited by Auluna Raie, February 2, 2013, 11:34 am.
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| Deleted User | February 2, 2013, 6:06 pm Post #549 |
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Yep! Chaos coming!
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| Sol | February 2, 2013, 6:18 pm Post #550 |
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Frantic
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I can't wait!!! ![]() I WANT TO KNOW NOW!!! |
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| Deleted User | February 2, 2013, 6:36 pm Post #551 |
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Posting more very soon!
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| Deleted User | February 2, 2013, 11:17 pm Post #552 |
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The last night of our honeymoon back at the villa, James walked me quickly inside in the dark. We fumbled up the stairs together in a happy rush and we stumbled backwards towards the bed in excitement. The room that was completely dark at first, until our adjusted to the moonlight. James stood at the end of the bed lifting his shirt over his head and pulling his shorts quickly down his legs. I watched him as I lay on the bed, lifting my dress easily over my shoulders and wriggling my knickers down my legs. He grinned with a horny smile as I flicked them across the bed. He crawled over me desperate for my body, kissing me straight away in fast, hot breaths. My arms linked around his neck automatically and his warm body sunk over mine. His hands curled my thighs around his hips and he pushed his hips smoothly into me, hearing my short eager moan as I cried out at his size. I was so much smaller than him, he always dwarfed my body, my mouth reached up to his collarbone as he rocked hard over me. He dipped his head to kiss me underneath him. He ground into me energetically, finding a teasing rhythm to start. His strong chest pinned me to the bed, and my legs stretched open around his broad body. My heart raced, my husband was in his cogent mind once more as his lips dived into my skin kissing my throat, working his way to my chest, smoothing his stubbled cheeks across my curves. ‘Mmm!’ he breathed, savouring my skin. I wriggled under his body, he had me pinned tightly to the bed. ‘James!’ I gasped happily, wanting him. My hands smoothed down his back, clawing my fingers into his back pinching his skin. As his hips drove harder into me I squealed louder with every thrust. ‘James!’ I cried again. His voice rattled a dry laugh. ‘You like that darling?’ he grinned. ‘Oh my God yes!’ I moaned back. James chortled again, his lips finding mine with a teasing laugh. His hips took me faster as he held himself over me with his strong arms outstretched. His body slapped mine as he drilled me fast, I couldn’t help but scream. My head rolled back, he had hypnotised me beyond rational thought. He slowed, rocking deeply into me to register his strength and exercise his pleasure. His paused kissing me deeply, his tongue flicked in my mouth and I held his face in my hands. His hips began a slow groove again and I moaned into his mouth. ‘Oh yeah!’ I breathed. His back arched in response, proud he was exciting me. He tilted my hips upwards towards him and entered me again, this time linking my legs higher around his middle. The deep penetration made me cry out louder. He sat up from leaning over me and knelt at my hips, holding my legs against his chest as he entered me. He smiled, loving that he could watch my body as I lay in front of him. His lips kissed my legs that were resting against his chest and settled on his shoulder. After a short turn he let my legs go, gently opening my bent knees that had returned to the bed, settling his head between my thighs. His warm tongue wet me eagerly, knowing to expect my eager screams in delight. ‘Ja-aames!’ I squealed, my body wriggled around his mouth and his hands held my thighs still. He didn’t stop, knowing that my shouts were in pleasure. His mouth centered in on me, licking fast wetting me until I panted loudly, desperate for release. ‘Keep doing that! I’ll come!’ I warned, my voice trembled in pleasure. He responded by his lips taking an even faster more vigorous motion. My hands held his head in desperation, my fingers were locked in his sweaty blonde hair. I throbbed hard, warning him with a high scream. ‘James!’ I begged, my body wriggled around his wet mouth that devoured me. ‘Ohhh! Ohh!’ I gasped hard as my body arched back and my mouth dropped open. My stomach rolled as a delicious rush overcame me. James didn’t stop, he savoured it all with his wet tongue. He was invigorated by my rush, returning to my mouth, crawling over me to kiss me fast. He slid his hard cock inside me once more, thrusting hard for his own finish. My hands linked around his neck watching his hungry eyes widen as he felt his pleasure build. ‘Ohh God!’ he yelled, his orgasm taking him by surprise. His hips buckled hard into me as his voice growled in a happy moan. We panted hard together, his eyes opening to greet mine we kissed in stifled breaths, both of us now desperate for air. He rolled off me onto his back, still panting hard. ‘Jesus!’ he gasped. His left hand reached out for mine and I rested my arm across his heaving satisfied chest. I lay against his side, his left arm curling around my back. He rolled to his side to kiss me, his hand smoothing my ass and pulling me into his torso as he did. ‘You are amazing!’ he whispered gratefully. I blushed a smile, he knew that I felt the same. |
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| Auluna Raie | February 3, 2013, 5:23 am Post #553 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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| Deleted User | February 4, 2013, 10:37 pm Post #554 |
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The next morning, we had checked out at 10am. It had been a fabulous six days in the Cayman Islands and easily the most intimate holiday James and I had ever had together. We walked hand in hand across the tarmac of the small airfield where Lars’ private jet waited. I took four steps up to the airplane door before pausing and looking back to view the Caribbean sea and the tranquillity we had enjoyed. A few steps below, James did the same. ‘What an amazing week, thank you James’ I smiled. His smile beamed wide, his eyes covered by his sunglasses. I took the reaming few steps up on board and made to our usual seats in the private jet. James settled next to me on an identical large yellow reclining leather seat and buckled his heavy belt. He took my hand in his and settled back into his seat, clearing his throat as the plane taxied. We took off steeply into the sky and he relaxed his breath as the plane smoothed out. ‘I wonder how the kids are doing?’ he smiled. ‘I’m looking forward to seeing Anthony, I can’t believe he’s almost five!’ he smiled. He took off his sunglasses and turned his smiling face to mine. ‘Chelsea will have missed you too’ he kissed. At home in LA, four hours later he greeted my Dad at our home and our two children who had missed us even more than we expected. ‘They were both great, Chelsea cried a little to start with when she missed you, but she soon cheered up’ Dad reassured me. I lifted my young four month old daughter into my arms. ‘Hello my darling!’ I smiled. James watched me with Chelsea as he played with Anthony. They had come back from the beach where they’d thrown a football together. James’ phone now back in service, had buzzed ferociously on the kitchen bench all afternoon. I picked it up and offered it back to him. I saw the screen: 17 missed calls, 43 unread text messages. ‘James—your phone’ I said, handing it over. He read the screen in surprise. ‘It’s Castor! He’s been ringing me all day!’ he said in alarm. He read the latest of the text messages. ‘Dad, you should sue!’ it read. James’ face frowned in confusion. He called his oldest son in Texas immediately as we stood in the kitchen startled, hoping it wasn’t any bad news about James’ grandson. ‘Dad! Have you seen the papers today?’ Castor exclaimed. I heard his voice down the line. ‘No, we just got back, why?’ he asked. ‘The hotel you were staying at in the Caymans, they sold your itinerary to the press. They’ve published everything: your hotel bill, photos of you guys on the beach, on a yacht, some of you last night, there’s some topless photos of Hannah too…’Castor waited for his father’s explosive reaction down the line. ‘Dad—it looks like they bugged your room too. There’s a few private conversations published here as well’ he added quietly. James was silent for a long minute as he digested the news. ‘Which paper?’ he asked furiously. ‘The Sun and it’s online too, everywhere’ Castor explained. James sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. I took in the news sadly as I listened to his conversation, realising we had been followed after all. ‘Thanks, son. Everything alright with Neil?’ James asked, changing the subject. I stood still beside James, smoothing his shoulder as I held Chelsea. ‘He’s good Dad, he’s growing so fast! And Dad, we’re on track for the superbowl!’ Castor revealed excitedly. ‘I heard!’ James smiled. ‘Are things are good with the Cowboys--you still enjoying things?’ James asked. ‘Yeah, I’m playing nearly all the time now, it’s great. Things are a lot better with me and Lilly too, we’ve sorted some things out. Mom is still here organising the wedding, Marcella’s gone back home to San Rafael for school and….’ James stopped his son. ‘Your Mom is doing what? It’s only December and the wedding’s not until May!’ James said in surprise. ‘I know—Mom’s out of control!’ Castor complained. James chuckled. ‘Don’t let her take over. It’s your wedding’ James reminded his son. He rolled his eyes at me with a knowing grin. ‘Alright, I should go and see what damage has been done’ James growled. Castor agreed and they ended their call. James sighed, holding his phone in his hand. ‘I didn’t want to tell you, but I saw paparazzi yesterday before we left. Castor said it’s in the Sun’ he paused. ‘I don’t know if I want to see it’. Instead of anger, James’ mood had dropped to complete disappointment. ‘I’ll look then’ I said. James nodded, following me upstairs. In the study, I sat at the computer desk finding the Sun’s website and opening the news story. Castor was right, the resort had completely sold our entire itinerary, and negotiated with the press for access to private land for images. I cringed, seeing topless photos of myself on the lounge chair with James published against my will. James stood behind me, reading over my shoulder. ‘I’m calling Mensch, then we’ll get a lawyer involved’ he growled. When I turned to face him he had already left and stormed down the stairs. I heard the back door slam as he made down the terraced garden towards Malibu beach. I watched him from our bedroom balcony stand alone on the beach, wiping his eyes. We had both thought that for our honeymoon, we had at least been able to enjoy complete privacy for six days, but it was not to be. |
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| Deleted User | February 4, 2013, 10:39 pm Post #555 |
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I made this since I had pics of both Billie Piper (Hannah) and James at the beach. ![]() ![]() |
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