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down and, as I come, it stays fully engorged and I soak my hand with juices. This time, even when I’ve finished, the throbbing continues. I lightly slap my clit - zing! I barely touch myself with my fingertips - zing! The sensations rocket from my clit through my pussy and all around my pelvis and I’m off once again. The wanting is so sharp and intense that I grab my vibrator once again and, applying it at a short distance away from my clit, the vibrations lead to an instantaneous vibration - the hardest I have ever experienced. Oh, I should tell you that, as I come over and over, and over, I am imagining Marcus in between my legs, with his dick inside my pussy, taking command of my body. Oh, my God! My God, my God, my God. I come one finally time and then I am physically drained and exhausted. I doze off with the vibrator still running, pressed against my pussy. I rouse lightly as I continue to come. My dreams are populated with me and Marcus, talking, laughing, kissing, petting and making love. My subconscious takes things a step further and I dream of him lightly slapping my arse and legs. After coming even in the dream, I sleep hard.
    The next morning, I wake early, thankfully. I need to change my sheets and toss them along with the towels, into the washer. I get dressed and do just that. As the sheets are washing, Tim calls me.
    “Johanna, practice is canceled. Linny is sick and can’t play. We’ll resume tomorrow, if he’s any better.”
    “Damn. Okay. I’ll use today to work on my vocals and clean. My flat looks like a typhoon hit it, anyway,” I tell him. “What does he have?”
    “Stomach bug. Hit him last night.”
    “Aw, poor bloke! I’ll ring his wife and tell her what might help him.”
    “Do that. And we’ll see you tomorrow,” Tim promises.
    “Sounds good.” With that, I ring off. I call Linny’s wife and we talk about chicken broth, tea and flat soda. I zip through my cleaning and start working on vocals. Tim lives just two streets away, on a corner lot. I know that, if Marcus tries to come see me, Tim will spot him, so I don’t even entertain that thought.
    Instead, Marcus calls me and we chat. After several minutes, he tells me that he has a Skype interview about to start with a client from the U.S. Now that he’s going to be busy with a new project, I decide to wash my clothes. Might as well have a really clean start of it. Clean flat, laundry and start on that crochet for the baby. After I finish my work, I start practicing my vocals again.

    The next day, Laslow is weak but feeling more human. We hold a shorter practice than normal, since he is so weak. Still, we manage to cover a lot of ground - Tim, Linny and I had practiced individually since Laslow was out sick. Hey, this isn’t just a gig for extra money - this is the way the four of us make our living! We are a professional band, which means we must practice daily. And, practice we do, whether one or the other of us is out sick. Over the next few days, Laslow demonstrates his commitment to becoming a full-fledged member of the band. He learns the music for every play set we have. Not only that, he learns the order in which we play each set. Of course, we may switch some songs around, depending on the audience we’re playing for, but Tim gives us non-verbal signals for that. Laslow has also learned those as well. I do have to say that I am very impressed with his professionalism and playing abilities!
    Soon he’s back to full health, our manager, Nigel Bosley, schedules the next two concerts to introduce Laslow to more of our British fans. On purpose, Nigel has set up each concert in front of larger and larger audiences. Ticket sales blast through the roof. It seems that our fans are curious about the new face in the group, as well as what he contributes to The Lonely Lovers.
    The first two concerts are successful and the newspaper reviews are gushingly positive. On the third concert, we blow everyone away! After the concert,