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beginning to coil and wrap around my insides. It spreads tingling warmth throughout every inch of my body and I begin to twitch in time with the vibrations inside my pussy.
    In answer, Marcus speeds up, slapping his hips against mine. My body freezes as I come convulsively, bathing him in my juices once again.
    I end up staying that night, too exhausted to get up so he can take me home.
    "No, don't worry. Stay with me," he says sleepily.
    Before he takes me home the next morning, we lie in his bed talking.
    "Johanna, you gave me a very special and precious gift last night. I've encountered many women who...well, didn't treasure that very special gift," he says.
    I'm surprised - as he tells me this, I actually feel tears in his eyes! "It wasn't a hard decision to make - it was harder to stick to it, at times," I tell him.
    "Well, I'm glad you shared it with me."
    "Me too."

    At practice, we start to talk about the previous night's concert. We're all happy with the results - our first audience eagerly welcomed Laslow as he played his first show with The Lonely Lovers. His addition to our band was seamless, with virtually no rough spots or choke ups.
    By the by, I hear through the musician's grapevine that Gemma has tried to audition with several of the more-serious bands and groups in England, and nobody will have her. Looks like she'll either have to join one of those garage bands or find a job mopping floors somewhere! I bet she'll be regretting her selfish antics, if she isn't already. When I tell Tim, he's heard the same thing.
    "Yeah, I heard that a few days ago. She's getting pretty desperate, so we'd better expect her to ring us up and beg us to take her back," he says.
    "And? Please tell me she won't be welcomed back! Please!"
    "Most definitely not! I can already tell that as professional as we were before we kicked her out of the group, we're going to move light-years beyond that with Laslow in the band. I've already decided that, if she does ring me up, I'm telling her hell no."
    "Not that I think she'd even try to ring me, but if she does, I'm telling her the same thing," I tell Tim.
    Linny and Laslow walk in just as I finish my comment.
    "Gemma? It's not going well for her, from what I hear," Linny says. "What have you lot decided to do if she asks for another chance?"
    I speak first. "I'll tell her, 'No, no, no and no. Oh, did I mention, no, you're not coming back?'"
    "I found out that she's auditioning for that industrial metal group that formed in East London. They're taking their sweet-arse time getting back to her with an answer. I think she'll be ringing people up in the shops before too long," says Linny.
    "Okay, if we don't want end up like her, we'd better get to practicing," says Tim. "Laslow, you did a bang-up job on that bass solo and your duet with Johanna was spot-on."
    At that point, Marcus strolls in with his laptop. Smiling at all of us, he sets up and spreads his research notes out before he begins writing. I surreptitiously look at him as I spread my music out on my stand - he looks happy and relaxed.
    "Okay, everyone, let's work on play sets two and three," says Tim. We have a lot of ground to get through, so no time for mucking about."
    At lunch time, we break to catch our breath and stretch. We decide to roll over to the Royal Crown down the street and order take away food. Sitting in the studio, we eat and discuss the progress of our music.
    At the end of the day, we have gotten through the first play set and covered considerable ground on the third set. Marcus and Laslow go home together and I accept a ride from Tim. In my flat, I go over my vocals as I whip together a quick dinner. I'm relaxing on the couch, remembering the previous night when my phone rings.
    "Hello?"
    "Johanna, its Marcus. What are you doing?"
    "Oh, just...thinking about last night. I spent the early part of my evening practicing my vocals and eating dinner. You?"
    "Reminiscing last night as well. I'd love to be with you