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my
most sensitive area, almost enough to make me orgasm immediately.
"Slide another inside," he ordered. "Touch your g-spot."
    I would have
done whatever he commanded at that point. I stroked at the
sensitive, rough patch of skin within me with the finger that was
now adorned with a beautiful diamond engagement ring. Penetrated
twice, by him and myself, I began to orgasm. I grabbed the back of
his hair, holding on for dear life, as my body exploded from
within. He began to twitch and pulsate and, within seconds, his
thick, warm cream was flowing inside me. It was deep, as deep as
any man could ever possibly hope to be within a woman's body,
depositing his seed far within my most fertile areas. I was no
longer on birth control. It added to the danger and the excitement,
but it was also what we had decided we both wanted.
    "I love you,
Amy," he sighed as the last of his orgasm trickled inside me. "I
love you so much."
    "And I love
you," I smiled, kissing his beautiful, warm lips. "More than life
itself."
     

Epilogue
     
    THREE YEARS
LATER
     
    "Ladies and
gentlemen, it seems almost inconceivable that we are giving a
Lifetime Achievement Award to somebody so young. And yet, Rick
Borrell's achievements span a musical career over just two decades
that put many of his peers and contemporaries to shame. After an
enviable run with Beautiful Losers, Rick's achievements as a solo
artist are no less impressive. Now, that's even more so, with a new
album, ‘One Last Shot’, that nobody saw coming. Considered by many
to be in semi-retirement, if not having hung up his microphone for
good, Rick stunned us all eight months ago with an album of such
maturity and inescapably essential songs that the world fell in
love with him all over again. It was an album doubtless created out
of his new found maturity as a husband, a father and an older,
wiser musician. Rick may well be one of the last remaining truly
great rock stars, an artist so capable of turning his musical style
into genre-defining work that he is a rarity in a world of
manufactured artists and processed singers from talent shows. His
near-refusal to promote his work or tour, choosing instead to spend
as much time as possible with his wife, Amy, and family, is what
adds to his mystery. Now, Rick releases music when he wants to, on
his own terms, and we are truly blessed to be present in the same
time as him to hear it. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the
youngest ever recipient of a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award, and
a thoroughly deserved one at that. Put your hands together for Mr
Rick Borrell!"
    Rick bounded up
onto the stage to a standing ovation, looking unbearably hot in a
sleek, dark grey Italian suit. That trademark tousled hair, that
slight hint of stubble made every woman in the audience swoon over
him and every guy long to be him. My hands were clapping like a toy
monkey clashing a cymbal. I was beaming from ear to ear, tears
welling up in my eyes. I had never been so proud of the man I
loved.
    "Thank you,
thank you," Rick said, beckoning with the audience to take their
seats. "You know, I'm seen so rarely in public these days that even
the photographers outside didn't bother taking any shots." The
laughter erupting from the crowd would be the first of many shows
of adulation during his speech. "I'll keep this reasonably brief.
First and foremost, I want to simply say what an honour it is to be
receiving a Lifetime Achievement Award. It puts me into an
exclusive club inhabited by some of my all-time heroes – David
Bowie, Leonard Cohen, The Temptations, Gil Scott Heron, The Beach
Boys, Johnny Cash – the list goes on and on, simply too many greats
to mention. And Dolly Parton, of course, although I'm a fan of hers
for two very important reasons other than her music. Just
kidding!"
    I rolled my
eyes, laughing quietly to myself. My occasional nickname around the
house had become "Dolly" due to Rick's unhealthy but nevertheless
tolerable obsession with my impressive