Behind the Melody: Your Stories

By Dannette Genasci

Trev goes into his doctor’s office, comfortable for he is 15 years removed from the rock scene. He sits down and waits his turn along with many others because the waiting room is, of course, crowded.
The Medical assistant comes to the door and announces who she wants next.
"Sonny Glassburg" she says.
Trev stands up and starts to walk toward her, reacting to one of his Alias names he used to go by back in the day. You know, Sonny, a good guy name and who in their right mind would be a Glassburg?
And it’s an automatic thing now...
But he is met with another, - turns out blue eyed beautiful gal. She gets up as he does- they end up meeting each other face to face, and time freezes.
She saw him rise. She saw him move toward the med assistant when she called her name. Is this guy going to butt in front of me? She should be reacting- throwing a fit- she has been waiting, and he should have to wait his turn too----------- but she can't because she is suddenly so drawn into him.
He starts to blush, having no intention of butting, realizing his mistake of an automatic reaction and not thinking. It just happened, and here stood before him was a woman. A woman sporting ---- a Roundabout shirt.
The med assistant stands there patiently- seeing the chemical reaction between the two.............


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The imagination- what a wonderful thing. Song Lyrics- HE wanted to give you an outline to start you off. However, I find as one gets older, your inner child starts to fade. So, I write, coloring in the outline and fill it with my words to help you find your imagination once again. And then, give that to you in these books. You get to spend time with that ONE who wrote the lyrics, if only in words, for the amount of time it takes you to read. Light romance, comedy, suspense where HE is your hero or YOU, his. I hope I am helpful.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 21, 2024
• ISBN: 9798369418499

Dannette Genasci

To take you back in time. To imagine what it was like. The songs are the outline. My words are the colors of emotion that I painted in. My name is Dee Genasci. I live in the Midwest along with my husband and two sons. I love photography, to horseback ride, to swim, to travel and to write fiction stories.

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BEHIND

THE

MELODY

Your Stories

DANNETTE GENASCI

Copyright © 2024 by Dannette Genasci.

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I write fiction. Do you ever wish you could go back in time- in your DeLorean if you wish, with the ability to not repeat the bad, but live the good, again? It’s what I write.

To me a book that makes you think, and think too hard, decreases the fun of thinking. To me, when you read my books, I just want you to let your mind go, causing a slant of a smile or an eruption of giggles. And you don’t need to think about that. That’s more of a spontaneous type of thing.................. If you want to THINK about reading a book that will make you THINK, I’ll loan you my old Nursing School books.

Thank you,

Amy, Kim, Marsha, Terry, Terri, Judy, Tina, Mary, Sandra, Maria, Jennifer, Elaine, Cindy, Claudia, Romae, Nancy, Michele, Michelle, Ranee, Susan, Sue, Suzanne, Tracy, Eve, Christina, Jeanie, Lisa, Robin, Mitsi, Theresa, Teresa, Millie, April with Jaxx, Jerri, Alicia, Diana- RIP, Lourdes, Pattie, Rachel, Linda, Cathleen, Dawnny.

Thank you also to my husband and sons. Daydreaming, creating, writing, re-reading, proofreading, sharing, constructing— sometimes caused suppers to get shifted to the back burner. Thank you to my son who stepped up and dived in to become an awesome chef.

Please, Please, Please…

These are my stories written over 10 years. They were written to be entertained and enjoyed. I am not perfect or a scholar in grammar, spelling or punctuation. I am not a teacher or master of Literature. I have practiced many hours since 2014 and I do try my best to make it the best. I am the soul proofreader, and believe me when I say, my brain feels heavy at the end of the day and my eyes feel crossed.

So PLEASE, forgive and go on. Let your guard down and get lost in the story. I am aware of the have seens and the saws. The to’s and the too’s. The theirs and the theres. Sometime my brain knows which one is correct, but my fingers don’t listen. Or the computer- doesn’t know which is correct in the first place, telling me it’s wrong when it was right.

I write in the verbiage or slang that was how it was back when- how he talked, taking the hints from numerous interviews I’ve watched. And I try to add in details- colors of the pictures that I see, so you can see too.

PLEASE don’t let my mistakes hold you up and tarnish the story for you. You have my permission to take your pen, error it out and write the correct word.

Thanks, for reading. Dee

My computer highlighted words and grammar, wanting me to make it more Formal. Well, I didn’t want to make it Formal – I wanted my fiction to reflect the age level of the 20’s and 30’s to retirement, era; the 1970’s to present time, the slang and the circumstances (Band Life.) The way we used to be and maybe still are. More of the good memories, forgetting the bad.

I also added pictures this time around to aid your imaginations, with the disclaimer-

* Is not my picture. It is an awesome picture- KUDOS to whomever took it. I love the picture— the reason I wanted to honor it in my books.

** Are pictures that I had verbal permission to use.

*** Are pictures I took or drew myself.

Contents

Lovin’ Touchin’… History For Marsha

Aloha, My Love… For Tina

Wanted… For Sandra

In The Name Of A Boo Boo… For Terry

Mimi’s Dream… For Mimi

The Magic Of Coffee…

Rings… For Maria

Surprise, Surprise, Surprise…

Diana, Hey…

The Power Of A Four-Leaf Clover… For Jennifer

What Happens Under The Mistletoe, For Teresa

Loving Through The Time Zones… For Lourdes

Baking A Cake… Imagine If This Was You Fill In Your Name

Super Alicia… For Alicia

Dancing With The Zombies… Cyndy

Interception…

Jukebox Hero…

Old Friends… Remembering

Pick Up Line…

I Need A Hero… For Terri And Judy

He Saw Her…

Millie’s Dream… For Millie

Patient Or Prospect… For Jennifer

Stuck In Love… For Christina

Finding A Pure Treasure… For Pattie

Airline Snafoo…

Off to the Rally… Compliments of Wally Byam For Rachel

An Ordinary Guy… For Sandra

Angel Morgan…

Chance Of Romance... For Jeanie

Dreams… For Lisa

Driving A Heart Bargain… For Mary

"Hello… For Elaine

Hopelessly Hopeful… For Cindy, Always Hopeless

Hot Springs… For Claudia

In Need Of A Trim… For Kim

In the Heat of the Moment… For Robin

Just A Little Sweet… For Laney

Little Girl Not Lost… This Story Based In The Flint Hills In Alma, Kansas

Love So Right…. For Mimi

Love’s Journey… For Romae

Nancy’s Dream… For Nancy

Portuguese Soup For Michele’s Soul.... For Michele

Reminiscing… For Sandra

Rescue You, Rescue Me, Uh Huh… For Ranee

Francesca’ To Francis’… For Cathleen

Signs… For Susan

For Charity…

So Sweet And So Badass At The Same Time…

Suds And Squeals… For Suzanne

The Dance Under The Lights… For April And Her Son Jaxx

The Great Bubble Bath Rescue… For April

The One With The Beautiful Hazel Eyes… For Tracy

The Rock… And The Rollers For Tracy

Perrygraphs…

Voo Doo… Perrygraph

Weakest Moments… For Jerri

Maybe Wishes Do Come True… For Elaine

Trinka Bella … For Sandra

Uber- Goober! For Sandra

Swimming In His Hazels…

The Many Uses Of A Red Bandana… Part 1 (Ror Suzanne Stories)

Donation… Part 2

Knowing From Somewhere… Part 3

S1 (LUB)— Suzanne… Part 4

S2 (DUB) Heart Sounds … Part 5

A Fun Thing I Did— Dandy Stories- Perrygraphs

Imagine This…

Gypsy…

HAA HAaaaa haaaaa hahaheee…

…I have three of her books and waiting on the fourth one to be published. You can imagine it being any lead singer or any band that your heart desires and go on adventures, be the love interest or just drift away in the stories… let it be a Calgon moment. I am sure you would love these books. I do and I keep rereading some of my favorite stories and all stories are tastefully written.

…Your imagination flows like a beautiful stream Dannette. Smooth going until you switch gears and all at once you bring us to a sudden feeling of lust, heat, and deep romance some of us may have experienced on rare occasions.

Your stories pull me in where I become alive in the story.

Quite magnificent and magical writing. Your stories keep us coming back for more to see what happens next. Thank you for that. <3

…I can easily see myself rereading this book again and again. There honestly isn’t anything that I don’t like about this book. I’m so thankful for Dee! I can only say when you start this book...buckle up! Because it is fast-paced and truly intense! I will admit that a few scenes made me cringe a bit but don’t take that as a negative! I loved every minute of it! I recommend reading his book! I am rating this book 5 out of 5 stars! This book is well done and I look forward to reading more by this author in the future.

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I took the picture in McCall Idaho- on the shore of Payette Lake.

S R P is someone’s initials. However, for the purpose of this book and his privacy and copyright, he will be known as Trevor Riggs.

This is the 2nd book of my coupled pair. Stories from Beyond and Behind. The difference of this book compared to the 1st, is that these, are YOUR STORIES. These are the stories you share with him. These are the dreams and fantasies you have shared with me. Plus a few more that just fit.

STARRING—

Amy, Kim, Marsha, Terry, Terri, Judy, Tina, Mary, Sandra, Maria, Jennifer, Elaine, Cindy, Claudia, Romae, Nancy, Michele, Michelle, Ranee, Susan, Sue, Suzanne, Tracy, Eve, Christina, Jeanie, Lisa, Robin, Mitsi, Theresa, Teresa, Millie, April with Jaxx, Jerri, Alicia, Diana- RIP, Lourdes, Pattie, Rachel, Linda, Cathleen, Dawnny, and Haley- aka Stormy.

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I took picture, again on the shores of Payette Lake, McCall Idaho.

The reason behind the sign hung on a piece of bark sticking out on the tree— NO NAIL, is - you know how one used to carve their initials in a tree. This is my way of doing that as I, Leave No Trace. (A principle followed of leaving no impact on nature or the environment.)

The blank under the initials- these stories are the personalized stories written for readers- their names, in the stories as the love interest. And near this spot, where the picture was taken, is the campfire ring where many melodies are launched and floated across the lake.

No Trees were harmed by the construction of the picture for this book.

Leave No Trace principles were abided by.

SRP + ________ (Insert your name)

TR Loves DN Forever, it said as she looked at the old oak tree at a secret area on the edge of her parents’ property. If her mom only knew, but they had come to never have found out. To damage a tree with graffiti would have been unforgiveable. He came that summer to sing and tour Australia, and then he was gone. She had snuck out many nights to run her fingers over the carvings, chalking it up to rock and roll. He had to go on and be somebody, it’s what he was meant to do. She’d fall in love with somebody local, she knew, someday.

What she didn’t know was that Trev thought about her every waking moment, and all the seconds included in that moment. He would take every opportunity to never forget. Writing their initials on a frosty tour bus window; in the steam left over on the mirror after a shower; in the sand by the sea, only to be erased by the next wave, but never forgotten. Joey would razz Trev always wanting to know who DN was, but that was his private and cherished memory.

10 years later after the music and fame, he still never forgot her. Remembering as he held the ticket in his hand. I’m probably wasting time and money- she is probably already taken. He wasn’t even sure how to start out.

He decided to start with the tree. He hoped he could remember how to get there.

After some directions, he walked up the small hill and made a left.

Before him stood a tall oak with limbs stretched out in a canopy to catch all the light it could. Could this be it? He looked around hoping he wouldn’t hear a trigger click. He reached up and ran his hand over the rough bark.

My, you’ve grown my old friend he said as he found the markings.

Well, that’s what tree’s do he heard from the other side. A woman’s voice.

Without looking he apologized, Oh mam, I’m so sorry for trespassing on your land. I wanted to visit an old memory. He hesitated a minute as his mind wondered, then caught himself. The love of my life lived here. Well, it’s nice to meet you ma…. Mrs…?

Norton she said.

Trev stopped. Her mom, oh I hope she never saw this carving of ours. He figured a quick exit was in order. Well nice to meet you Mrs. Norton…

My first name is Darlene.

Again, Trev froze. Could it really be? He peeked around the tree. He saw she was just like she was- never changed. His heart hadn’t either for it skipped a beat or two.

She, seeing him, started to realize as well. She pointed the rifle up and took the bullet out of the chamber.

Trev?

Trev chuckled in amazement. Darlene?

She smiled and nodded her head to confirm that yes, it was her.

And it’s Miss, not Mrs. I never married, and now this is my land. They stared, not really knowing what to do. She adjusted her stance…

Are you, … with anyone?

No. No. Never, after you. Always you. I never forgot.

They stepped toward each other, she… putting the gun down against the tree. Can we? She came around the tree and reached up to the markings.

One reason I never sold the place. I wanted to always believe you would come back to me. She turned leaning against the tree under the memorial.

He neared. May I?

Please do. And then they kissed.

Happy

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Lovin’ Touchin’… History For Marsha

Trev Riggs stood outside of the offices of Nightwing Productions, straightening his hair out from underneath his coat. It was a new chapter for him in his life. He and the band were finally starting to get into a daily routine and things were beginning to catch on. He cleared his voice in the coolness of the San Francisco afternoon; seeing his breath as he released it from within. After a morning of writing and shuffling ideas around on paper, he needed to get up and move. Taking the break, he decided to walk down the street and visit the record store that was a corner down from the office building. Looking for a certain record, he didn’t quite expect what he got. He opened the door.

Looking around he found the C’s in the categorized record section. Cook, as in Sam is what he was hunting for. Only one of the other guys had ever heard of him and he wanted them to become educated on how he saw things- how he wanted to emulate this artist that was dear to his heart. He remembered hearing Cupid in his mom’s car and just fell head over heels for the song. If he could ever sing like that, it would be a dream come true for him. So, he started to finger through the records that were available on the shelf.

And then he heard it. That background music that always plays at a music store. A now familiar guitar lick that started up the song, followed by a sweet sultry voice that only he knew how to produce.

Winter is here, again, Oh lord… He stopped with his fingers on the LP’s looking up to the ceiling as if to confirm.

That’s me! he said quietly and only to himself.

He stood still, looking around the store to watch everyone else’s reaction. A couple stood at the other side of the store- he saw the girl starting to bebop to the rhythm and mouth the words. He looked at the sales clerk, strumming his hand against the counter to the drummer’s beat. There was a poster taped to the front window advertising their name- Roundabout. He wondered if they even realized that the voice, they were hearing was, actually in their store, not 20 feet away. He felt himself blushing slightly.

A mom and her teenager entered the store and right off the bat, the teenager recognized the tune, poking her mom on the shoulder. Mom, Mom, there they are. That’s the song! she bugged her mom as they headed over to the R section a little further down from him. Here it is Mom! Here! Can I get it? Can I? Please Mom? the wide-eyed girl said, her eyes lit up with sparkles. He saw the girl turn the record album over and look at the back label. She read the information out loud to her mom. See Mom, it says he is the singer. His name is Trev, Mom. Isn’t he dreamy! followed by a big sigh.

Trev found himself feeling the heat in his face. For the first time he thought they could have something here. He adjusted his stance, moving closer to the shelf. He reached up and adjusted the bill on his ball cap, pulling the bill down closer to his eyes.

Sure honey, we can get it. I like that song too. Especially the haunting part.

Do you think that is the guitar that makes that sound, or the keyboard?

Neither Trev said to himself. That’s me you’re hearing.

They picked up the album and started to walk towards him. The girl was still looking at the back of the album when she looked up at him to pass in back of him. The hair! She stopped, and looked back down at the album, knowing the band was from somewhere here in San Francisco. The hair- matched.

She stopped dead as her mom stopped walking, wondering what had suddenly happened to her daughter.

The girl steeled her nerves. It can’t hurt to ask, but it does look an awful lot like him. She swallowed. Excuse me, is this you?

Trev was blushing even more as he turned fully to reveal himself to the girl and her mother. Not being used to the attention, he answered her humbly.

Yeah. Yeah, that’s me. Hi I’m Trev.

The girl’s eyes brightened more. Oh my God! You are so good. Your singing! You are so good on this. You’re gonna be big, I can tell. Can you, I’m going to buy… can you sign this… as she started to rip the plastic off.

Wait. Hold on. Let’s go do this at the counter.

He, the girl and her mom proceeded to walk up to the counter so they could pay. He asked the cashier if he had a pen- the cashier suddenly realizing who exactly was in his store, became dreamy eyed as well. Hold on he closed his cash registrar. I’m going to go get one too if you would sign one for me?

Sure Trev told them.

The cashier ran and grabbed another copy of ‘Changes’.

Can I ask the girl looked at him as he signed her album. What is that sound that plays over the guitar part?

Trev smiled. That is me. It’s just something I thought would be cool and just came out he said as the cashier returned with his album. He started to take the plastic off his album. As Trev signed his, he charged the mom with the other album.

Bye and… Thank you for signing my album for me the girl said.

You’re welcome Trev replied, as he handed the cashier back his signed record.

Thanks said the cashier. I am hearing really good things about you guys. I hope you do well. He smiled, then hesitated, holding his hand out towards Trev. Trev stopped at the man’s gesture, almost like he was placed in a Jedi freeze frame. Captured by the cashier’s gaze. Would… would you mind, maybe coming back and having an autograph signing? I mean, let me talk to my manager, but I’m sure he would be ok with it. It would be cool, and it would help you guys out too, probably. You know, publicity. Hometown support.

Trev again ended up getting caught up in a blush. He half chuckled, still not believing the course his life was taking. He wanted so bad for others to hear the music they were offering-to really, hear it. But with the music, he found, came things that were beginning to take place that were kind of unreal to him. There was talk in the clubs in which his name or the band’s name would be mentioned with favorable comments that would follow. He would walk out to the local grocery shop and do something normal; eyes would follow him, and he would feel it. He would feel touches graze across his sleeve, as if touching him would elicit some sort of magic. They would work as a band, traveling in several beat-up cars to cities and towns, with record execs being at the outskirts holding out champagne glasses and dangling caviar on their hooks. Almost, but still just out of reach. Promises waiting to be fulfilled.

Sure… sure Trev said.

Part 2

Trev reached around to his back pocket where he conveniently kept a comb. He pulled the comb out and brought it up to his head.

And it was like slow motion. Marsha watched him, through the windows outside the record store. He reached up starting on the right side of his head. He started at his scalp, inserting the comb into his thick tresses, pulling it all the way down to its ends. Then, he repeated the process on the left side of his head where there was not a tangle to be found. Then he moved to the back of his head, reaching up with both hands. He closed his eyes as he did so, for he loved the sensation of a comb being run through his hair- even better if it was a female combing it for him. He grabbed up his hair as you would, gathering it together as in a ponytail. He placed the comb under his hair and pulled the comb through as he settled it on his back. He then reached again to his back side and slid the comb back into his butt pocket. She watched him… not 15 feet from her.

She entered the record store to meet Roundabout and its lead singer. There was a hint of an aftershave smell in the store. She wondered if it was him.

He saw the grove of fans coming into the store. Trev knew it wasn’t going to be easy to resist. All the beautiful faces and things, just in the right places, noticing one in particular. He groaned silently.

Marsha got in the line, but then stepped out. She didn’t want it to be over this quick, so she figured she would just hang out in the record store for a bit, listen and watch.

He smiled- a smile full and bright.

He fidgeted- his profile so right.

He laughed- a heart so true.

He licked his lips- she figured; she was past due.

He saw her looking- he gave her a wink.

He saw her blush- it made him think.

He saw her smile- making him yearn on the inside.

Wishing he was on the beach with her- watching the tide.

How to get to her- she wasn’t getting in line.

Could he get to know her- she was sure fine.

Chemical reactions- endorphins flowed.

Thoughts of being in love- reactions glowed.

By, Dee

Do you have any paper?

No man.

Do you have … maybe some receipt paper?"

No.

Trev exhaled getting impatient. Patience was not one of his virtues.

He looked to his guitar player, pianist, drummer, bass player… do you have any gum paper?" Pulling at any possibilities.

No. Joey looked at Trev like he was nuts. Wouldn’t you want the gum instead of just the paper?

Newspaper? — maybe he could make a paper airplane and fly it to her with a message.

All four of them at one time, No.

Excuse me. Trev rose and disappeared around the corner causing Marsha to panic momentarily. Was he leaving?

A few minutes later, Trev returned with a roll of toilet paper. He wrote a note carefully on the tissue…

And then threw it in her direction, holding on to its tail.

Will you go out with me?

It landed by its intended target. Marsha looked down at the roll that landed by her feet.

Hey Marsha, there you are. Come on, our group is about to get on the trolley. We need to see the rest of San Francisco her travel partner had stepped in to get her.

I got all I need to see here… Marsha said rather dreamily. She was done lost already. That smile and those eyes- she could see them from right where she stood. She had noticed the small crowd gathered in the record store and wondered what the deal was. Then someone told her… He is the one who sings on the record. Yeah, they call themselves Roundabout. It’s him! She knew that song! And even if she hadn’t known, just the look of him gave her goose bumps.

She picked up the roll of toilet paper, deciding never to use this particular roll. Maybe later she would write a return note and fly it back to him.

Kim, the Gray Line tour, it starts right there she pointed to the turntable outside, "and then it brings you back here, doesn’t it?’

Kim looked at the brochure, not really taken in by the band- Yes, that’s what the brochure says…

Then pick me back up here later. I’ll be here looking at Mr. Chocolate. Just as good as an Oreo cookie would be!

You… sure?

Yeah, I’m sure.

I mean, you paid for this- they’re going to show us the sights…

Yeah, I know. It’s ok. Tell you what, here is my disposable camera. Take some pictures with you, Judy and Sarah for me. She handed her the camera.

Ok, we will.

Make them funny poses. You guys are good for that- you always make me laugh, that way when I print them off and put them in a frame- It’ll make some good memories for me at college.

You be safe. Kim hugged her friend, then turned and walked out to where they were already loading the trolley.

Thinking about good memories, Marsha returned her view back towards the one who seemed to be the center of the attention, in the hope of making her own good memories. She noticed between tasks that he was keeping an eye on her.

Good, she stayed, Trev thought, seeing her friend trying to collect her for the trolley tour. Wow. Was she staying because of me? I am just a small-town boy who is a nobody and maybe always will be a nobody. This band, it is for now unknown, but who knows how long this will last. I may be back in LA in a few months. Hope not. Why is she interested in me? I’m no one. I feel bad she missed her tour, but I’ll make it up to her- show her the sights myself.

Ok, ladies and gentlemen, I… I am so glad…. I as manager of Tower Records, I’m honored that we could hold this record signing today, but he said as he started to herd the crowd towards the doors, it’s time to close.

Awwwww, he heard a collective depressed note throughout the crowd.

I really hate to ask you but if you could exit the store… Yes, this is Roundabout, and the best thing is that this is your hometown band. They record right up the street so we, Tower Records, would be, honored to host you again. He turned to the band. You just name the time and I’m sure all your fans will be just as excited to see you again. Back to his patron’s. So… if you all … thank you for coming in today. Those who have Roundabout records in your hand, please make your way to the cash register…

While the record store manager flapped his jaws, Trev had gotten up and made his way over to where Marsha stood. He, still being a relatively unknown, could still mingle relatively un-bothered.

Hey, hi he said, rather shyly. He pointed to the roll of TP she still held. I take it your answer maybe was Yes? he rocked back and forth on his feet, blushing slightly. Feeling his blush, he looked at his feet, but then brought his head up, to match with her eyes. He found himself getting lost in her oceans of blue.

She rocked back and forth slightly too. His hazels were worth skipping the trolley tour all together. She felt her hands start to get sweaty, so she held on to the roll of Toilet Paper by putting her fingers in the ends to meet inside the roll. A human toilet paper holder so to speak. Yes, and with that, she let out a tiny giggle. She continued to rock back and forth.

Are you from here? San Francisco, I mean. By the way, I’m Trev.

I’m Marsha, and No. I’m from upper New York State. Not far from Niagara Falls. I… my friends and I, we are here on vacation… Have you ever been to New York?

I have. Just once. This last year, gosh, we were all over the place. I’ve never traveled so much, but all I got to see was the inside of hotel rooms and the places we booked to play, really. I’ve never been to the Falls. I bet they are beautiful… but not as beautiful as who I am talking to now. I’m sorry I messed up your tour with your friends…

Oh, that. I was here a long time ago. When I was little my parents brought us out here. I don’t remember too much though.

Well, can I, I mean, would you like for me to show you around and then maybe we can go somewhere and grab a bite to eat?

Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. I think, I think I would like that.

The only thing Trev looked away for a minute as he was contemplating, I, I drive a motorcycle. It’s just easier to get around in this city and easier to park. Would you be OK, riding in back with me? I’m a safe, good driver. Stay here, let me get my keys. Trev turned, catching the manager’s eyes, silently telling him to let her be, and then saying goodbye to the rest of the band.

Marsha in the meantime took a pen out of her purse. She tore from the toilet paper his note to her asking her out. She folded it neatly and placed it in her purse, hoping it would not be destroyed. Sometimes, she knew that things that ended up at the bottom of her purse never came out the same afterwards. A woman’s dreaded, deep, never to resurface again, bottomless cavern. She took her pen and wrote another note, this time to him… I would love to go out with you and included a big heart. She kissed it hoping some of her lipstick was still on, and it was for it left a set of lip prints on the tissue. She smiled.

As he was coming back to her, she threw the roll back to him. He caught it, looked at it, and smiled the biggest grin. Next time those lips will be on mine, he hoped.

C’mon, he reached for her hand.

A first touch. His skin met hers.

A first time, not knowing where it may lead.

A first; stepping out on the pavement of life, hand in hand.

He led her back up the hill a little to their underground parking under the studio. No security at this point for they were only in the beginning.

He walked over to his bike. He hiked his leg over the seat, leaning it over taking the kickstand up. He looked at Marsha, with exuberance and fun in his voice.

You ready?

You bet! she said having been around bikes already. She grabbed on to his shoulders, another first, touch of him and not of his hands. There would be more first touches in places. She hiked her leg over and snuggled up behind him, now learning about his butt as he learned about her thighs. He reached over with his right hand and patted her right thigh twice. She balanced with him as he backed it out of its cover.

He then put it in gear, pulling out of the parking area.

Through the warm bright sun, they ran, the mighty engine of the silver steed underneath them. She snuggled up to his back and he felt her.

He broke the wind for her as his hair flowed back to her. She took in his scent on his hair. If she had him in front of her like this all the time, she wouldn’t ever mind living in a city like this.

They motored up the hill and then he went down, way down on the other side. He looked but crossed the trolley tracks and then started going up again. And around. The motorcycle deeply rumbled on, vibrating beneath her. She felt him change gears. He turned left and took a run for a pair of switchbacks, stopping at the top. Twin Peaks, a lookout vantage point in the city. He put his feet down then began to speak over the rumble, pointing out sites of interest. Yeah, she had been to the city a long time ago, and she remembered, but somehow, she didn’t hear much of what he said. She wasn’t interested in the city anymore.

She was looking at his fingers; their shape, and size; his olive skin color that looked so well in the sun. And as he pointed, she couldn’t help what else his fingers were talented with…

Ready, he broke her daydream.

Yeah she said. At this point, I am ready for anything, she said, letting her mind travel on to other places deep in her cortex. I am so ready.

He turned to the west and then made his way north, through the Golden Gate Park until the span of the bridge was before them. He showed the gate attendant his pass, allowing him to cross the bridge.

She noticed it had quite a cross wind, so she wiggled up to him and held on to him tighter.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! All she was thinking about was him and her hands holding on around him. She felt him as she held on. Just as good if not better than those delicious M n M’s!

Trev smiled, unseen, because of her touch.

Riggs, ok, you gotta get your mind off what you are thinking. You gotta distract yourself. Yes, she is a beautiful woman, but it’s high noon. Besides, Matthew probably went straight home, which means he is at the house- I mean, I am living in his basement and things ain’t gonna fly if I bring her there, right now to, you know… get to know her… all of her, keeping discrete. I can get into it just as much as she looks like she can get into it; Can’t keep it quiet, ya know. I’m going nuts at her touch right now. Her fingernails. Oh, please, give me mercy woman. I have to keep control of this bike. Deep breath, boy, he thought to himself. Easy boy.

Food. That’s a great distraction. Food. In Sausalito. I’ll stop at that one place. Waste about 2 hours, then the coast at Matthew’s will be clear. I know he has a business dinner to attend later this afternoon, he thought out his strategy.

She felt the bike turn into Sausalito.

Do you like Pizza? He turned slightly and asked over the rumble of the bike.

Yeah she hollered back, her heart a little disappointed, for her appetite was hungry for nonfood satisfaction.

He pulled the bike into the parking area. He leaned the bike asking her to get off. When she did, he lurched it up on its stands and turned off the ignition.

She felt better when he explained himself- I live with Matthew. He won’t be home later, and so after we eat, if you want dessert, we can go to the house- I think we still have ice cream, or pie, or… whatever you want, he hiccoughed in his reference, but for now, I’m hungry. In more ways than one.

Marsha looked at him wickedly and wantonly. So… he is hungry. Can’t have this boy being hungry. He is gonna need energy. "Dessert…, later, sounds great!"

He put his hand on her back and guided her into the Pizza parlor, opening the door for her. This is my favorite Pizza joint.

They walked up to the counter as Trev pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He put the motorcycles key in his leather jacket pocket, which made him jingle as he walked.

Marsha, get your mind out of the gutter. Is it hot in here?

What do you like on your Pizza?

Oh, normal Pepperoni, Sausage… Garbage Pizza. Surprise me or what is the specialty?

He was glad she asked. They have this Pizza called the Azorean. It has the normal stuff – Onions, Mushrooms, Green Peppers, but it also has this Portuguese sausage called Chorizo and red Peppers that add a little heat, if you like that.

Trev pointed at the sausage on the cook’s workspace behind the counter. The casing of the Chorizo had sluffed off, slightly making it, dare she thought, look like wrinkled-up foreskin.

She ended up fanning herself with her hand. Leave the red peppers off if you would. Marsha knew she was hot, as she was coming to the boiling point with the last thought she had from the visual."

"If we laid on the tables here, or in the bathroom on the counter, she knew she would have no problem coming, for she was already half-way there. She hoped he had ice cream at his house, or should say, Matthew’s house. She was hoping that they would get it on immediately upon closing the house door, and then eat ice cream while waiting for the afterglow, to cool down. Maybe they would have a pool there. She didn’t have her suit, but it would not be the first time she skinny dipped.

A question from Trev brought her back from the sun.

What would you like to drink?

She smiled, wondering if he caught her or if he was having the same thoughts. She noticed a bead of sweat up by his temple.

Iced tea. Iced tea would be fine- lots of ice, please. I am burning up!

When they got their drinks, they turned to pick out a table. Trev picked up the drinks and using an excuse as unbalance carrying the full to the top drinks, he rubbed up against her, turned a corner and did it again. Was it accidental or on purpose, she wondered? Either way, it helped them along the way, and Marsha surely didn’t mind. She hoped they had refills not of the tea but of the ice.

They sat and waited for their pizza, talking, visiting, laughing- hand holding. He found out more about her as she did, finding out things she didn’t know yet about him.

He was right. About stopping in for a bite to eat. She didn’t realize how food hungry she was. When your mind is on something else you tend to forget about your stomach. So OK, the dirty part of her mind spoke up… Now he will have enough carbs to be able to survive, you. He’s gonna need all the energy he can muster.

He sat there, staring at her and staring right through her. Having thoughts of his own, but for the minute, his brain zoned out as his stomach was taking center stage.

Her. In my arms. I can handle that, said his brain, reloading.

Marsha’s brain jumped across.

You think you can, huh? You are so overboard.

Trev shook himself out of the stare. He stood and stretched. Feeling his muscles on alert. Well, come on, let’s get this adventure moving.

Matthew should be outa there by now.

And Trev knew there was a whole gallon of chocolate ice cream in the freezer, because he had just bought it the day before.

Boarding the motorcycle, he leaned it so Marsha could get on. Once she was settled, he felt her snug up against him. He felt her for an instant, feeling him up between her thighs. Trev decided to throttle up and get on up to Matthew’s, so he could get un-trapped between her, as much as he was. He took the quickest way there, knowing some back roads, knowing they both needed the release and relief. The vibration of the bike aided the mood.

When he pulled in, he was relieved not to see Matthew’s vehicle as he figured. Hopefully he won’t get back too soon.

Trev turned around on the bike before Marsha even got off. He pulled a Top Gun move with her as their mouths met. Not hungry in hunger, but hungry in other ways for sure, and then set about satisfying that.

They both stood from the bike, attacking each other, then taking a few steps, then attacking again before he could finagle the keys in his hand to open the door.

They made their way into the sparsely decorated bachelor pad- making it down to where he stayed which had a walk out to a pool.

He motioned to her not even having said a word. The plan- not a plan, but was based on spontaneity, just moving where to and whichever their bodies willed.

It didn’t take long.

Not long at all to get there.

For both of them.

The moaning and groaning had already started with the bike ride. Now, it just intensified more.

A trail of clothing led down the basement steps to the room and out by the pool.

He jumped in, then turned to offer his hands for her to hold onto as she entered, but she skipped that and made a splash herself. It would have taken too long others wise. Relief was desperately needed, ASAP!

Their mouths met again as their hands explored every inch of skin.

And the special places that took them both at once, over the falls- even though they were only in a 4-foot-deep pool.

Niagara —- I got you beat as far as thrills, this time!

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

Her muscles tightened as did his.

Through the drive here; waiting for pizza; hoping the keyboard player would be gone— it had time to build and now, it blew! And kept blowing for some time.

Trev was hoping and praying that Matthew or Sam would not be home early.

Trev was enjoying himself as much as Marsha was. He was holding her in his arms, swaying the water, turning in circles. Discussing all their future hopes and dreams which included being together. He floated her through the aftercare. Holding her gently and tenderly. Taking his time- allowing to take her time.

He did that until he thought about the chocolate ice cream in the freezer. Maybe if she didn’t mind staying naked for a while, he would make her into a frozen treat, allowing himself to lick where he willed.

He wondered if she would be game. I am going to go get the ice cream he said as he put her feet down on the pool bottom. She nodded and decided to wade in the pool until he got back.

Trev got out and stood on the deck. He grabbed a towel wrapping it around his midsection. Marsha almost wished he didn’t, standing on the deck, he was an awesome view. He entered the house to get the ice cream, but in doing so he picked up, not being prepared, a few things he thought would work. He grabbed two bowls and the ice cream scoop. Hmmmm. He grabbed a dishtowel and put it over his shoulder while he put the chocolate sauce and 2 spoons in the freezer. He would be back.

He picked up the other item taking it back out poolside.

You ready for ice cream? he asked her as she got out of the pool.

And that fast, he had her with an arm around her midsection. He guided her to one of the lounge chairs. She squealed at the surprise of it, so Trev reached up and clasped a hand over her mouth.

Her squeal stopped.

As she went to sit, he gently pushed her forward, so she leaned over the side of the lounge chair. He pulled her arms in back of her and quickly encircled them with a few wraps of duct tape Trev found in Matthew’s junk drawer.

Trev, honey, what are you doing?

I’m gonna have some ice cream he said back over her shoulder, his voice lowered in tone, in a playful villain way. He silenced her then wrapping a few wraps of the duct tape around her mouth."

MMMMMmmmmMMMmmm?

You can have some after I get done with ya.

He laid her out in the lounge chair, taping her upper arms and wrapping the duct tape around her legs, effectively securing her to the chair. Then he wrapped the duct tape around her torso so that the restraint pushed her bosoms up and out.

He checked his handy work. He added the dishtowel, rolling it up and placing it over her eyes. Then he stood back.

She wiggled but she stayed bound.

He placed his hands on her, tickling her. But she wasn’t going anywhere.

He left to go inside the house again.

He came back to the beautiful but helpless woman. He had the chilled spoons and the cold chocolate sauce.

He set the bowls aside for now as he pulled his chair up.

Honey, you are so trussed up and I can run my hands over you, and you can’t do a thing can you. Can’t even yell for help. Boy, I got you, my darling.

She tried to answer but couldn’t. She pulled at her arms bound behind her, but they did not give. She tried to sit up, but her upper arms were taped to the chair. She felt his hand run from her neck, over her breast. He pinched her nipple slightly, rolling it between his fingers. He enjoyed the areas he was touching; found her inny and ventured further down her moistness. He stayed there only momentarily so as to not give his gift to her too soon.

Tickling her feet, they stayed bound together. He ran his hand back up her leg in the vicinity of where he would eventually be, for there would be no way to get him out of there. He smiled when she tried to dislodge his touch, as evil as it was. Evil-y good. Then his hand made it up to her ribs and under her arm. She wiggled and giggled but couldn’t do much else.

With both of his hands, he spread her cleavage.

OOOhhhhhh you are so helpless…

He put the cold spoons on her chest using them as pressure tools. She felt the very cold spoons sticking into various places. Then he scooped one heaping scoop of ice cream, dropping it right on the middle of her chest, using her sternum as his bowl. He took the cold chocolate sauce and squeeeeeeeeeezzzzzed it over the ice cream and around on her boobs.

Marsha then felt his warm tongue start to lick.

He came over and straddled her so he could clean her more thoroughly, enjoying being able to touch her, any way he wanted.

He moved his hand down just to see if he could get her to come again. He spoke to her quietly and villain like which included an evil, a Trev could never be evil, laugh. He didn’t sell it, causing Marsha to really visualize under her blindfold.

She tried to make a sound with her mouth- couldn’t.

She tried to reciprocate how he was stroking her- couldn’t.

Couldn’t even run away at this point.

She was at his mercy.

She wiggled again but couldn’t get loose. She was his captive.

The ice cream was cold as it started to slide down her sides.

He licked all over, slowly and sensuously. Taking his time and enjoying every minute of it. And he wasn’t going to quit- he was going to keep her tied up until he was good and done with her.

She pulled at her arms bound behind her, but that just caused her to offer her boobs more up to him of which he caught with his mouth and nipped at them.

He sat up and again straddled her, deciding to make an adjustment. And he was thinking of eating more ice cream. He hadn’t decided yet and if he did, he would have to get the spoons freezing cold again. He loved her reaction the first time.

He picked up the duct tape pulling at the tape to get a strip. She heard the tape. Just because he was near, he wrapped a piece tightly around the dishcloth that had her blinded. And then he fingered the piece over her mouth to check the intactness. He decided to add a piece, smoothing it with his fingers so it was well stuck. MMmmmPpppphhh.

Marsha tried to loosen her wrist but were still tightly bound.

Sorry honey, I need to do something different here. You need the full experience. He pulled at her left thigh. He taped around and then taped to the outside of the lounge chair and then did the same on the right. Then he cut the tape off around her legs, He crossed her ankles and taped them together, then secured them tightly to the chair. Now for sure, Trev thought, she can’t close them at all.

He came back to her, licking a chocolate trail that had not yet been found.

He made sure she felt …EVERY INCH… of the chocolate trail his tongue made.

EVERY INCH.

He squeezed her boobs to make sure no more chocolate existed, anywhere.

He pinched them, gently.

He could tell she was getting worked up again and he aided in that.

Oh sweet… heart. You are so beautiful. I love touching you… here, and there. And you know what, you can’t do anything about it. You can wiggle and try all you want but I got you.

Marsha tried to raise her head. Couldn’t.

She tried to shake the blindfold off. It was on to stay especially since he put the tight wrap of duct tape around her head.

She tried to open her mouth, but her lips were essentially sealed together.

She tried her arms. She wiggled and fought, but the way Trev had wrapped her upper arms with duct tape to the chair, her movements were severely restricted.

Yes, her legs were apart now, but with her thighs to the sides of the chair, she figured she was doomed. Trev had full control. AND, he was trying to play the villain again, and succeeding somewhat.

She felt his fingers work their way over her stomach to in-between her legs which she could not close up to protect herself.

Trev talked her through it with his voice low and menacing, as he inserted his hands between her legs. He slowly chuckled.

Ahhhh hah, hah, I got you and you can’t do anything to get me out of there. You can close your legs. Come on girl, fight me. Get me out of there. He tempted and teased her.

And while he tortured her there, he put more ice cream and chocolate sauce on her chest in her cleavage, then let his tongue to the walking.

She wiggled and tried to close her legs. She tried to turn, tried to see, tried to speak. None of those actions she was able to do successfully. She was at his mercy.

She was at his mercy. ~Have Mercy ~

With the realization, she started feeling sparks that built.

And then it hit. She arched as far as she could.

A half hour later, she was enjoying her own bowl of chocolate ice cream. In Peace. And being – entertained.

She now had him.

She had him tied down in the lounge chair with his hands above his head, wrapped approximately 10 times or 20 feet of tape, pushed and smoothed with her skillful and strong hands, to make sure it stuck, and he couldn’t escape.

She did the same with his legs.

She left his mouth free cause her idea of fun was to feed him some of the ice cream and give him some direct shots of the chocolate sauce in his mouth. So, she did, a dollop here and a dollop there.

She sat back spooning the ice cream in her mouth as she sat and watched his struggling or coming (she wasn’t sure of which) form.

She even undid the towel he once had around his midsection affording her the view.

He begged when he was at her mercy, for love and of course, more ice cream. He told her too that he had a spray can of Ready whip cream in the college dorm size icebox just inside his door. She left him to retrieve it, and at that time, he tried his darndest to escape, without success.

She had HIM.

In the end, they took a shower together as they slowly returned to real life.

How was the tour? Marsha asked.

Oh, you really missed it. It was so much fun! We even went over to Alcatraz. I can’t imagine how it would be to be a prisoner.

Marsha fell back as her two friends walked ahead of her.

She saw Trev’s Alcatraz swim team t-shirt last night when he returned her to her hotel.

‘You have no idea how much fun and freedom being bound really was. I know personally and am looking forward to the next time, with Trev.’

The End.

Aloha, My Love… For Tina

Trev walked down the hallway, backstage wiping the sweat that had formed in the back of his neck, —-- under all that hair, with a towel. It was a good night- It was up on that stage where he would do that! Be Trev Riggs…

Taking the towel, he wiped, then poked those hazel green eyes out to 1) see where he was going, and 2) see the small crowd that had gathered at the turn of one of the halls. He smiled for he saw most of those gathered were family; some that he had not seen in some time. He had been looking forward to this night, especially the end of it after his job was done. For now, it was time to relish family. He immediately gave a kiss to his mom and grandmother. To his grandpa he gave a hearty handshake. Cousins stilled while others played nearby. Yet some others that were there, he didn’t recognize. He felt bad, initially making eye contact with the supposed strangers. However, his Aunt Trudy was soon to rectify that.

Oh Trevor, Aunt Trudy said in her dearest-endearment. You sounded so good up there… but, the guitar player- he was so loud! Can’t you tell him to tone it down a little so we can hear you better? she asked, pinching his cheek as she had done to him since he was a wee one.

No, that’s part of the deal. That’s one of the reasons people like us, including four other reasons on the stage. It’s what you call a band, hit songs, and fans! But he didn’t tell Aunt Trudy that. He just smiled and nodded. He was glad for her appreciation. She was proud of him, and it showed clearly.

Aunt Trudy then turned, doing what she did best.

Match maker, match maker, make me a match…

Oh Trev, honey, remember your second cousin on the McDuff side, Lindsey? This is her husband, Gary. Well, this is their niece, by marriage (in math terms, of the second and third power times however many) —- Aunt Trudy got caught up for the moment in trying to explain the complicated genealogy, - she was this and he was that. She inhaled a cleansing breath…

The little girl interrupted with the excitement and realization. I like that places song! she said, jumping into Aunt Trudy’s space.

Cool Trev said to the little girl. He got down on her level and visited with her a few moments while Aunt Trudy fidgeted.

The little girl showed off her own singing talents. To reward, Trev gave her his autograph.

And, this- (her real point.) Aunt Trudy clenched his arm, guiding Trev upright on his feet. This...is Lindsey’s best friend who used to live across the street, but now she lives in Hawaii, and prints silk screen shirts, (breath) and I thought, well, maybeyoucouldusesomeonewhocanmake (breath) customtshirts… and

Trev paled, as Tina blushed. Wanting to take a breath for Aunt Trudy too.

Tina jumped forward as to kind of save Trev from another pinch to his cheek.

Hi, I’m Tina, and I really enjoyed your show Tina said, not entirely sure how she managed it, but she gave him a business card. Their fingers touched momentarily, and she suddenly found her knees were feeling… slightly weak.

A few years back, she heard his voice. 2 years now, she had heard of the band Roundabout and found out he was their lead singer. She listened to their songs, wishing she could have been the girl he turned to when his own girlfriend got in that Firebird and he witnessed that… kiss. She would have saved him, and been there for his lovin’, touchin’ and especially the squeezin’. She was willing and would have been part of his love justice.

He was taken. Simply put it, if he would have had a sign, he would have written on it, TAKEN at that very moment. The one who took him was standing right in front of him. He took the card from her hand and went to ask her more—- can I take you out, and—- will you marry me…

A hand reached out for him. That hand belonged to a manager who owned him. Trev Karl commanded of him. I have someone for you to talk to. This is the manager of the radio station of DJLR, and he needs to have a word with you. He is influential and will push the songs… and…

But Trev wasn’t listening, for he was looking at the girl in the crowd, getting smaller as he was being whisked backwards and away. Out of all of his family, it was her brown eyes that were becoming imprinted into his memory. He clung to the business card, safely putting it in his wallet as the band’s business affairs enveloped him.

It had started with Forever and Ever…

… and went on from there. The albums songs were written with some woman in mind. She was imagined.

But since, Trev had always one particular woman in mind. Her business card was burning a hole in his wallet.

Open Arms; how he would love to dance with her, slow and touching, to that song.

Send her my Love; he looked at the card many times a day. A Hawaiian address, but he couldn’t get away to seek it out when he was there on tour. Maybe someday, soon.

Oh Sheryl, should have been Oh Tina.

Be still, my heart- She’s Mine, and she doesn’t even know it.

If Only for the moment, Girl, for a moment, was all we had. But it was all I needed. My My My, how I would love it to be… YOU!!

Suzanne,