“It’s a wrap.”

Youd think the logical thing, would be to go back to the hotel now, wouldnt you? After all, I did promise Bette, but did I? If I remember correctly I said Whatever. So technically you cant class that as a promise. So technically I wouldnt be doing anything wrong, by not going back and talking to her? Well needless to say, I didnt go back.

You comin Joss? Dave asks as we start packing the gear away.

The guys were going on to a small club called The Venue, a private club where musicians often got together to jam a little, enjoy a few beers and whatever else there was on offer.

Sure. Why not. The reply rolled off my tongue as easy as anything. Did I feel a twinge of guilt for leaving Bette hanging? ***** no, she never even crossed my mind.

What you drinkin Rob, Dave, Joss? Guy shouted over the music, motioning the gesture with his hand as he said it.

Just get a couple of bottles of bourbon. Rob shouted back as we weaved our way through the club trying to find an empty table.

So who was the chick you were with last night Joss? Dave asked with a grin curling his lips, as we took our seats at an empty table.

No one? I replied nonchalantly, wishing hed mind his own ***** business and change the subject. I did not want to talk about Bette. That was the reason I was here to forget all about her.

Didnt look like no one to me. You two looked pretty cosy from what I could see.

Yeah, well you must have been looking at someone else. I said flatly. He was starting to get up my nose.

Oh come on Joss since when did you become the sole of discretion?

Since now.

Whats the matter Joss she turn you down? Rob decided to put his two penath in too.

***** you I said glaring in Robs direction.

Whos ***** who? Guy sat the bottles on the table and handed us each a glass. Well? He said looking round the table, before he flopped his six, foot frame, on to the chair.

Shes playing little miss coy, about her and that chick she was with last night. Dave said nodding his head at me.

That chick was ***** hot, Shame she swings the other way. Guy laughed. I wouldnt mind giving her one. I bet shes ***** amazing in the sack.

Yeah well youll never get the chance to find out will you Guy. I said through clenched teeth. I was determined not to let them wind me up. But inside I was secretly screaming I wanted to rip his ***** face off for talking about Bette in that way.

Neither will you, if she turned you down. Rob cut in. The sarcastic little *****, I could have killed him. Instead I just glared at him again and reached for the bottle and poured myself a drink hoping it would remove all traces of her from my thoughts. The more I fought with them the more they would wind me up, so I just kept my mouth shut hoping theyd change the subject.

I laid back in the chair, arms folded across my chest listening to the music, trying to relax. Like cocaine loud music is a good antidote to a busted day. It courses through your veins, racing from your hips to your fingertips, chasing frustration and depression out of your system. But it was taking its time to take effect. I needed a quicker fix.

You look all legs and eyes. Guy said, trying not to stare at me. Want to *****?

Do you? I asked him.

Yeah. Said Guy.

Then go and ***** yourself. I said in the most sarcastic voice I could muster.

You know you really should be nicer to me, you know that dont you Joss.

I could. I agreed. But it doesnt mean I will. I smirked.

What not even for one of these? He searched his pocket and produced a small bag. Inside were a few capsules, wrapped in foil. He offered one to Rob And Dave and held one out to me.

What are they? I asked.

Peace. Guy replied, stuffing one in his mouth.

Time out of war. Cessation of hostilities. Surrender. Rob said.

Jelly babies. Said Dave.

Oh. I said swallowing it down with a shot of bourbon.

Prepare to fly away, on your marks get set, fly away!! What the ***** am I doing?

Three bottles of bourbon later and countless orgasms in the brain, we were ready to leave. Thats what it is you know, the feeling a mind, *****, its like the most amazing ***** you ever dreamed of. The rush is like . . .***** I cant even describe it. All I know is, you want to experience it again and again.


Theres also another feeling you cant beat either. When you succumb to heat and magnetism and ***** someone you only just met, you can find yourself irretrievably attached without sufficient information about that person, and you find yourself committing the grossest intimacies with a total stranger.

They look a bit ***** young? Says Dave.

Come on Dave theyre never too young to be up for it. Rob replies cynically.

Which one is yours? Guy says.

I dont ***** care. I say edging forward. The one with hot body. You lot can fight over the other.”



She’s taking me places,
I should never have been
She’s showing me faces,
I should never have seen
Well these are strange days,
We’re living in today
C’est la vie I say
I hope I’m old, before I die
I hope I’ll live to relive
The days gone by
I hope I’m old before I die
Well tonight I’m gonna
Live for today
So come along for the ride
I hope I’m old before I die

She’s not feeling stable
She’s unable to breathe
Her heart’s beating faster
So I’ll ask her to leave
These are strange days,
We’re living in today
Am I straight or *****?

I hope I’m old, before I die
I hope I’ll live to see the day
The Pope gets high
I hope I’m old, I hope I’m old,
Before I die
Well tonight I’m gonna
Live for today
So come along for the ride
I hope I’m old before I die

Well these are strange days,
We’re living in today
C’est la vie, I say, I say, I say

I hope I’m old (I hope I’m old)
Before I die
I hope I’ll live to relive
The days gone by
I hope I’m old before I die
Well tonight I’m gonna
Live for today
So come along for the ride
I hope I’m old before I die
I hope I’m old
Before, old before I die
Old before, old before I die
Die, die, die
Old before, old before I die
Die, die, die



(To Be Continued . . .)