Chapter 31 The End

Bret didn't even sleep that night. He was scared, and excited. He was a new dad and he had a lot to do today. He wanted to be there for K and take care of her and the baby. Bret wanted her to move in with him, but he needed a place to live, for all of them to live, so he managed to find a Realtor and went house hunting. 

He called Diane and told her, but had her keep it a secret and to just tell K he would be there later in the day. A place by the beach is what they needed, so she could still surf, but needed to be secluded also. Finally, he found the perfect place. A huge house up on the cliffs above Malibu. He was very pleased. It had lots of surrounding property too. Bret hoped K would say yes and come live with him.

Meanwhile....at the hospital, my room was filled with people and flowers. The girls were all there oooing and aaawwwing at the baby. Donna came by with a small gift. Colleen and Bobby were there. Candi came with Jon. It was so nice to have so many dear friends. The younger girls had hold of the baby and Diane, Michele, Colleen and Sheree were huddled around the bed, "K, how'd it go with Bret last night?"

"I think it went well or as well as it could be, while having a baby. He still loves me and I still love him. I am sure we still need to talk about things, but we are good for now. I am glad it is out in the open. Michele, I'm sorry being temporarily mad, but I am happy you and James intervened."

"It's OK. It was a spur of the moment thing. I had just told James to come here and he ran into Bret. So we just brought him. I'm glad you guys could work it out."

We talked a little more, I fed the baby, who then went back to the nursery. All my visitors filed out with hugs and goodbyes, going home. And I took a nap.

Bret came by around 6pm. He peeked into the room and saw I was asleep. So he asked the nurse if she could bring CJ in so he could hold the baby while he waited for me to wake up. He set the flowers and gift on a table and picked up the baby to hold him. The baby opened his eyes and looked at Bret. Bret's heart felt like the Grinch's where his heart grew 10x. It was like the baby knew who he was.

I woke up and looked over at the couch. Bret was sitting there holding the baby. They looked so good together. Bret was so good looking, I thought. His long blonde hair was held back by his traditional bandanna. All I wanted was to drown in those gorgeous violet eyes.

"Hey," I whispered, and Bret looked up. The baby started fussing at the sound of my voice, so Bret brought him over to me. I proceeded to feed CJ. Bret said, "I brought you some flowers." He showed me the brilliant bouquet of flowers.

"Bret, honey, they are gorgeous. Thank you," tilting my head up to look at him.

He smiled down at me and said, "You're welcome. (kissing me) And I have something else." He picked up a small box off the table and opened it slowly. Inside I saw a set of keys. They seemed to be house keys. I glanced at the keys then at Bret, my eyes silently questioning, waiting to see what he would say.

"Sweetheart. I want you to move in with me I love you and I want to take care of you and CJ." He kissed me and asked, "Will you?"

I closed my eyes for a sec and thought he still wants the baby and I. "Yes, Bret," I said softly. "Where is your, our place?"

"I bought us a huge place in the hills above Malibu. It's real close to the beach so you can still surf."

"Oh Bret. I can't wait to see it."

**********

It was two years later. Diane had had a great career with Twilight. By mutual consent and with no hard feeling, Twilight had disbanded. The girls were all happy, settled in families. A couple of the girls went on to other musical careers. 

Bret and Karen were still together. She still surfed and worked for the magazine. Bret's band Poison were enjoying huge success. K and Bret were expecting again and her nephew, CJ, was cute as hell at two years old.

The limo I was riding in pulled up in front of The Whiskey, on Sunset in Hollywood. Motley Crue was playing in concert. They had achieved amazing success and this concert was one of those 'coming home' type concerts and was being taped by MTV. Her understanding was some of the footage was to be used in a Motley Crue video. And because I was in the music biz I had access to the concert for free. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to have gotten in. It was sold out.

Nikki had no idea I was coming. I hadn't talked to Nikki in about a year. I just kept tabs on him through our parents, media and the music industry gossip. Her and Nik had parted friends but there was always this something between us and I knew he was not connected with any one woman at the moment.

I stepped out of the limo and all heads turned towards me, as the driver helped me out and escorted me past all the fans standing outside who couldn't get in. On the inside, no difference. All heads turned, staring at me (mostly males of course). I knew I looked hot! I had short black hair now, about 2 to 3inches long all over, with stratigic pieces sticking out here and there. Like the bed head look done on purpose. My skin had always been pale and with the dark lavender eye shadow, black eyeliner, and dark lipstick, the effect was very dramatic. What with my dark eyes, it made me look almost unholy.

I thought to myself, smiling inwardly, too bad I didn't have pointy teeth, I'd look like a vampire. I was wearing tight black leather pants, a black sleeveless turtleneck knit top, an elegant floor length black trench coat and ankle boots. A cross on a necklace completed the ensemble.

I made my way to the bar and one of the gentlemen courteously let me sit on his stool. I ordered a drink and sat down to watch Nikki and the Boys play. They were awesome. Nikki had gotten over his problems with his playing and kicking ass. As was Tommy. He was fucking amazing. Vince was all over the stage making all the girls scream. Mick was there, but I always thought he was a bit creepy looking, but in real life he was a nice person.

They ended the set, going backstage. I left the bar making my way towards the stage as the audience was clamoring for an encore. I made it to the stage just as they ran back on. I, through the help of one of the security guards that knew me, got right to the front where Nikki stood. 

That's when he stopped dead in his tracks. And just like in the movies, we stared at each other and everyone else disappeared in that split second. Nikki motioned for the guards to lift me up on stage which they did. Fans were screaming, and to fill the void, Vince introduced me, then had Tommy and Mick go into the next song.

Nikki and I kissed briefly. It was soul melting like we had never been apart. He whispered for me to grab a bass and join in, so I had their guitar tech get me set up. I hung out behind Nikki, off to the side by Tommy. During part the song Nik and I played side by side, dipping down and back up, head banging in unison.
My life was good. Playing with the guy I loved. Playing the music that I loved. Knowing in my heart Nikki and I would be together for many years to cum!



THE END!

Chapter 30

Colleen sat back on Bobby, arching her back in pleasure as he pumped her. Colleen riding him like the stallion he was. "AAaahhhh, Bobby! I'm cumming!" He fucked her harder. She pounded back. In moments they came. Colleen collapsing on the bed next to Bobby. He put his arms around her to cuddle. The phone rang. Bobby answered.

"Bobby? It's Michele. Is Colleen with you?"

"Sure. Hang on," he said. "It's for you. It's Michele," handing the phone to Colleen.

"Michele. What's wrong? Everything OK?" she asked, worriedly.

"K is on her way to the hospital. The baby is on the way," Michele said happily.

"Woo Hoo!" Colleen yelled. "I'll be there as soon as I can." She hung up the phone and happily bounced on the bed (with no thought to what she was about to blurt out). "K is having her baby!" as she crawled off the bed.

"What? You mean your friend Karen? The one who was dating Bret?" he asked.

Crystal realized what she just did, putting her hands over her mouth in regret. "Yes." She didn't mean to tell.

"So, that is why she broke up with Bret. He was heartbroken," he looked at Colleen," she should have told him"

In K's defense, she said, "She tried once. Her and I came to see you guys in Vegas. She caught Bret doing some chick in a hallway and it broke HER heart. So I guess they are in the same boat. We tried to get her to talk to him, but she is stubborn. She just kept saying maybe. So now, maybe after the baby is born she will want to talk to Bret." Colleen wiggled her fingers at Bobby and said, "Let's go take a shower."

*****

Then Michele called the number she had for James. Amazingly enough he answered.

"James, it's Michele," she said.

"Hey Sexy, what's up?" He replied.

"James," she said excitedly, "K's having the baby. Where are you? How soon can you get here?"

“I'm at some club in Hollywood, partying my ass off," he said loudly. "Um, I guess I could be there as soon as I can get a ride,"

"Great I am on my way to the hospital. I'll see you there."

"Michele, wait," James said quickly.

"What?"

"You'll never guess who just walked in."

"Who?" she said impatiently.

"Bret," he said.

"Wow. Um... maybe you should bring him. We all think he should know..he should be there. God, K will probably kill us, but don't tell Bret why you're bringing him. Let it be a surprise."

"You got it Babe," James said hanging up. He walked over to Bret, and asked (hopefully convincingly, playing a bit tipsy) "Bret," James asked clapping him on the back, "Dude, can you give me a ride? A friend of mine just got brought to the hospital and I need to get there. I am in no shape to drive."

Bret, not real sure why James Hetfield asked him, as they had hardly ever said two words to each other, said, "Umm....sure. My car is right outside."

As they were driving Bret asked, "James you're friends with Karen still?"

"Yes I am," James said, waiting to see what else Bret might say.

"Do you see her? Talk to her?" he asked quietly, with a sad hangdog look on his face.

"I do, occasionally, when I'm in town," pausing...."You used to date her, didn't you?" He asked, looking at Bret to gage his response. He kinda felt for Bret. If you tried to have a regular girlfriend, that said girlfriend didn't like you fucking groupies, which was why K broke it off, though she never told Bret the real reason why, or the other reason why. James wanted to see K and Bret together, but ultimately he didn't want K getting hurt. So he would feel Bret out to see where he stood.

"We did," Bret said, "but I am still not sure why we broke up. I mean I know she said she didn't want to hold me back and all, but on the same hand I loved her and if she didn't want to be with me, I wasn't going to push the issue."

"So, you still love her. She's like my little sister, I don't want her to get hurt," James said.

"I do. I miss her. And I have had a feeling ever since we got back into town that I need to see her again." He sighed then asked, "If you see her could you tell her I said Hi, that I was thinking of her."


"Ya, sure," James said vaguely. Maybe he could help K and Bret get back together. Little did Bret know, he smiled inwardly...sparks were gonna fly. Laughing to himself, K will probably rip his eyelids off for bringing Bret. He knew women could be a little crazy while birthing a babe.


*********

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! " I screamed through clenched teeth as a really big contraction ripped through me. Panting rapidly afterwards, the nurse checked me and said I was dilated 6 cm and progressing nicely. I thought tiredly, that easy for her to say. My mom and Diane were in the room with me. The girls had come by early on but didn't want to hang around (nor did they need to, as delivery can be long, tedious and boring). Mom wiped my brow and Diane fed me ice chips. 

Mom petted my head and said, "Honey, you are doing so good. Just hang in there sweetie."

"Thanks mom. Oh man, I just want this to be over," I said barely able to get two words out from being exhausted.

"K, you are so brave. I would be a basket case by now," Diane said, trying to make me feel better.

"Thanks, sis, but I think you would do better that I am," I panted.

Another contraction came and I moaned, straining, trying to breath like they tell you to. God, it hurt so bad. And I didn't care at that moment when women tell you you won't remember the pain afterwards from the joy of having the babe. PPsshh...whatever.

Michele, having just got back from getting drinks for mom and Diane asked, "So are you hanging in there?"

"Yes," I said resting, my eyes closed. I could hear heavily booted feet clomping down the hallway. 

Thinking nothing of it as another contraction hit, I hear, "Hey Stickgirl, I brought you a present."

I look up through squinted eyes, my face all screwed up in pain, and saw James, standing there, arms crossed over his chest, his blonde hair all scraggly...WITH BRET! Anger almost overpowered my birthing pains. 

I growled at James, pinning him with an evil glare, screaming, "Come over here so I can hurt you!" I pinned Michele with a look and she had the grace to look guilty for all of one second, then she smiled. I knew how Michele felt about my telling Bret, so she was probably happy it was going to be all out in the open.

"Pppshhh....Hell No!" James chuckled, "You'd probably pull my skin off with one good yank. No, I'll just sit over here. I'll throw the old man here into the lion's den." With a parting laugh he grabbed Michele's hand instead and pulled her into the hallway.

"Cowards!" I yelled after them.

I looked at Bret, my heart pounding in trepidation. I could not tell what he was thinking. His face was closed off, showing no real emotion. Deep down I knew this was for my own good, but would have liked it to be later than sooner. Oh well. Now my sensibilities took over and I thought, man, I look like shit. My hair limp and matted from sweat. 

I asked my mom and Diane to go out for awhile so Bret and I could be alone. Diane walked up to Bret and hugged him, whispering, "Please stay. She still loves you." Then looked him in the eye for a sec, smiled and left.

Bret stood there, half way across the room, stunned. He was still staring at K, her body huge with child. So many things were running through his mind. He felt duped by James. Angry, somewhat, but mostly disappointed, K didn't tell him, and wondering if it was his. But deep down he knew it was. 

His heart was racing, and his feet feeling like lead, scared to move. He looked at K, his heart breaking with worry for her. She looked so pale, almost as white as the pillow she rested her head against. She looked so tired. Her hair limp and damp with sweat. She was still beautiful to him. Her head was back against the pillow, her eyes closed. Slowly she turned to look at him, tears welling in her eyes. She held out her hand......

I held out my hand, tears now rolling down my face. I missed him. I loved him. Please let him walk over here. Slowly he moved up next to the bed, placing his hand in mine.

"K. Is it....God, why didn't you tell me?" he implored softly. He stopped short of saying is it mine.

"Yes, it is yours." And before I could say more another pain hit. I squeezed his hand hard, leaning forward, screaming. Bret went white just then, not ever experiencing this before. "Oh God! K. What do I do?" he asked panic stricken.

It was a few seconds before I answered. I laid back and said between breaths, "I came to Vegas once. I was going to tell you. I saw you fucking some girl in a hallway. That's why I broke it off. I didn't want to hold you back and I couldn't be your girlfriend if you were going to have girls everywhere you went."

"K, you could have told me. Given me a chance. A chance to explain," He said quietly, his hand on my head brushing my hair back.

"I suppose I should have, but I was so hurt, angry and stubborn. Everyone said I should tell you. Diane said too, that most of what happens backstage doesn't mean anything and doesn't happen as often as everyone thinks. I am sorry." I look up into his violet eyes and ask, "Will you stay?"

He looked at me, then leaned down and kissed me tenderly and said, "Anything for you Baby."

Through the next few hours, between the nurses, doctor and help from Bret, Michele, James, Mom, and Andrea, I managed to have the baby. A beautiful, perfect baby boy. The nurses cleaned him up. Cleaned me up. Mom cried. Diane took pictures. Michele and James hugged Bret and I, telling us congratulations. Michele said she would call everyone for me when she got home. James went home with Michele so they could be together for awhile and to be there in case I needed anything.

It was about 3 am and Bret and I were alone with the baby. I was attempting to breast feed him. Bret was standing next to me watching in wonder, running a knuckle along the edge of my breast to the baby's soft cheek. "Sweetheart. He is so beautiful. You were amazing. You made such a beautiful baby...WE made a beautiful baby. Thank you," He said, kissing my forehead.

I looked up at Bret saying thank you back. He then kissed the top of my head.

I moved my head to the side and said, "EEwwweeww, Bret. I am so gross. Gawd, I need a shower."

He smiled softly and said, "Honey, you have never been more beautiful to me than you are right now."

The baby nurse came in to take the baby back to the nursery, promising to bring him back when he woke up hungry.

"So have you thought of a name for the baby?" Bret asked.

"I was thinking maybe Christopher James Michaels. We could call him CJ for short. Is that OK?" I asked.

"Baby that's fine. I should go and let you get some rest.." He kissed me long and sweet. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you," I said.

Chapter 29

"Capital Records, Mr Shore's office, please hold..." Colleen said, pushing a button, then another, "Thank you for holding, how may I help you?" pausing, listening, "He's not in may I take a message? Thank you for calling."

"Thank you for holding, how may I help you?" pausing, "Yes Sir, he's expecting your call, I'll transfer you." She sighed. Colleen had gotten a job as a secretary for a record exec, here at Capital Records. 

Even though her and Bobby dated sporadically, she hoped this way she could keep tabs on Poison better. She got bits of info about their whereabouts and activities from interoffice memos and co workers. She looked at her watch, it was almost time to go home. 

Just as Colleen had gathered her stuff she noticed a body in front of her desk. Looking up she saw it was Bobby! Her face lit up with happiness, as she walked around her desk and hugged Bobby.

"Bobby when did you get in?"

Kissing her first, he replied, "This morning." Kissing her again, he said, "I've missed you."

"Go on with you," she said smacking his arm, "I'm so sure. How can you miss me with all those groupies?"

As he followed her into the elevator he said, "I hardly ever do anyone. With my drinking habits I am usually so wasted I can't do anything anyway. Besides those girls aren't you."

She didn't respond right away. She herself had occasionally experienced Bobby's drinking problem. By the time they were done partying he would just pass out. Deciding to let that go she asked, "Can you walk me to my car?"

"That was my plan. And I wanted to know if you could spend the next couple of days with me. I have a hotel room we don't have to leave," He said with a beautifully wicked smile on his face, and a wink.

"Oh Bobby, I though you'd never ask."

***************

Twilight was recording a new album. I was real close to my due date. Diane invited me to come watch and listen, while they recorded. Though, I had already started maternity leave, Donna still brought an occasional project to my house. Which I think was just an excuse for her to come see the baby to be and me, I thought, smiling. Donna was great.

Twilight was in the recording booth, and I was out in the engineering booth with Candi and some of the guys from Bon Jovi.

"The girls are doing so good," Candi said.

"I know. I am so proud," I replied.

"And so pregnant," she said, somewhat jokingly, rubbing my belly.

"Ya, he can't wait to get out," as the baby was active. He liked music.

"I can tell," she said as she could feel the baby move. All of a sudden my belly got real hard. Candi got concerned. "K?"

My whole face contorted in pain, my fingertips white from clutching the arms of the chair in a death grip
.
"Candi," I whispered through gritted teeth, "I think this is it."

"Oh K, what can I do?" she asked fervently.

The contraction passed. I said, "Can you help me get to the hospital?"

Meanwhile Diane had seen my face through the glass and the second they were done with the track, she rushed out to my side.

"K, are you OK? Is it time?" she asked.

"I think so. I just had a really hard contraction. I was going to have Candi take me to the hospital."

"I'll go with you," she said.

" Di’, Candi can do it. You still have more recording to do today, right? Stay till you're done, then go get mom and bring her to the hospital. I am sure I am not having this baby for awhile."

Reluctantly Diane said, "OK, if that's what you want."

"Thanks Diane. You're the best sister ever," I said hugging her, then leaving with Candi.

*************

Michele had just gotten home. She dropped her purse and keys on th table and pressed the button on the answering machine.....

"Michele. Karen. It's Colleen. Bobby came into town and I am staying with him at the Hilton. The number here is 310 223 4500 and I am in room number 1210. Call me if you need anything. Love ya, bye."

"Michele. Colleen. It's Diane. K is having the baby. I am on my way to get mom, so if you need a ride, call mom and tell her. If not I will see you at the hospital."

Michele screamed in excitement to no one in particular. She ran and changed clothes and called K's mom.

"Hey Mrs Olsen. It's Michele. I just wanted you to know I will meet you guys there. I'll drive myself."

"OK Hun. I will let K and Diane know."


"Bye," Michele said.

Chapter 28

"Hollywood. Here is the layout for that article. I wanted you to take one last look and get your approval, before I send it on," I said, walking into her office and sitting down.

She looked it over and said, "Looks great. You're doing a great job."

"Thanks Donna," I replied. I didn't have a talent for writing but I did have an eye for art, so they put me into the graphic arts dept.

"So, how's the baby today," she asked in the 'women love baby's' voice.

I smiled softly. "He's doing fine," as I rubbed my tummy.

"It's a boy! When did you find out?" she asked joyfully.

"Just the other day. The doctor gave us both a clean bill of health."

"Good, cause I was going to ask how YOU were doing. Are you OK? Do you need anything?"

"Oh Gosh, no. Hollywood, you guys are so good to me now. I almost feel guilty."

"I know," she said. "This is a great company to work for." Donna leaned towards her phone to call a secretary to come get the layout and take it to the printing dept.

"Does the father know he's going to be a father?"

"No. He's on tour, becoming famous, and I love him too much to hold him back. I don't know when I will tell him, maybe when they get back from their tour," I said glossing over most of it. "I talked to him one time and broke it off. I didn't want to be a burden," I finished sadly.

"K," she said, "Really, you take too much on yourself. Well, go home and get some rest."

"Alright, Hollywood, I'll see you tomorrow," I said as I left.

I got into my new truck, a GMC Jimmy, actually. This job had enabled me to get my own place and a new vehicle. I was renting a 3 bedroom, 2 bath place on the beach in Venice. Michele and Colleen moved in with me. 

I got home, changed and made myself something to eat. I was always hungry, now that I was eating for two. Later on that night around seven, I went out on the beach and took a walk. I couldn't surf right now, so I would walk through the surf. I missed being in the water, this was the next best thing.

When I got back the house Michele was home. "How was work?" I asked her, who had gotten a job at a nearby mall at Nordstroms, behind the makeup counter.

"Good. Busy. Valentines day is coming up," she said, plopping into a chair with a sigh. "I'm pooped."

"Me, too. Though I managed to get all my work done before the deadline."

"Just make sure you aren't overdoing it," she said over protectively.

"There's no problem with that. Donna mothers me almost as much as you do," I said with a smile at her, wrinkling my nose. She reciprocated. We laughed.



I was over at my parents house, waiting for them to bring Diane home from the airport. With me being the size of a beached whale, I didn't want to ride in the car that long. The girls' tour had been a complete success. The record company was happy and already had plans for them to start a new album.

Bon Jovi was happy, as they had discovered the girls and some of them were happy as they had ' discovered ' the girls. From all accounts Josie was dating Richie and Anita was dating Tico. Laurie was just plain dating. Sheree and Alec were thinking of getting a place together. Wow, so many changes in the last year.
I heard the car pull up. Excitedly I looked out the window, then went to the front door and opened it. Diane was already out of the car and on her way up the walkway.

"Di’!" I squealed, holding out my arms.

"K," she said hugging me. "My gosh, you're big. It's hard to hug you," she said lightly.

“I know. I can hardly get around," I joked.

We all got inside, dad brought in Diane's luggage. I decided to spend the night at my parents, staying in my old room. That would give Di’ and me some time for girl talk........

"So, How are you doing, really?" Diane asked.

"I'm fine. The baby is doing good. I have a great job and my own place," I replied automatically.

"K, don't be obtuse. I mean about Bret."

I didn't answer at first. It killed me to talk about it. "I miss him. And I still love him. Loved him enough to let him go. Besides I was going to tell him..once. But I caught him screwing some chick in a hall way when I went to see him in Vegas. I just figured it would be easier on him..and me, if he wasn't tied down to me," I said.

"Well, I think maybe you should have given him another chance. I've seen a lot on this tour and guys having sex doesn't mean anything. And they really don't do it all that much. Except maybe Gene Simmons," she chuckled, pausing a sec, then said sadly, "But K, I can see your point, though, Nikki and I aren't together. The both of us decided to not be together to avoid any jealousies, after having had a fight awhile ago for just those reasons. We didn't want to fight or spend our days and nights thinking the other was being unfaithful."

"Wow. Diane. I'm sorry," I said compassionately.

"It's OK, sis, I guess we are in the same boat," Di’ said.

"So, how are the girls?" I asked.

She smiled. "Good. They all worked real hard on the tour. We have some time off to rest. Which I seriously need, then it's back to the studio for another album. They are talking of us headlining and maybe a European tour."

"Oh my God. Diane that is so awesome. Are you happy? Is it all that you wanted or thought it would be?" I asked.

"It IS everything I thought it would be. We have been everywhere and we partied our asses off. Wish you could have been there Sis," she said.


"Sounds like you girls had fun. I am so happy for all of you. Wish I coulda been there too, for maybe one party. Oh well, maybe next time," I said wistfully.

Chapter 27

"Diane, wake up. We're here," She said, shaking me.

"HHmmm," I mumbled, stretching. "Wow. I slept the whole way."

"Ya, you did," Laurie replied, "look out the window. We are right at the concert hall. They want us later to do a sound check, but we are free till then. We all thought maybe we could do some sightseeing."



"That would be cool."



We all decided to go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for our sightseeing trip. Then it was back to the venue for a sound check.



After the show, I was on my way back to the bus, when I saw Nikki. He was on my bus waiting for me. I smiled and moved down the row of buses towards him. Climbing up the few steps into the bus, we migrated to the living room ares of the bus. He looked at me then down at the sofa at those stupid magazines. He had them open to all the photos of us girls with other guys, members of other bands we had met. He looked at them then at me with questions in his eyes.

"Hi Nikki," I said softly, trying to ignore his look, playing like I didn't even notice.

"So," he said jealously.

"So..what?" Those pictures? What about them?" I asked defensively.

"Are they true?' Are you sleeping with any of those guys?"

"Why? Feeling guilty? Are the pictures of you and all those bimbos true? Are you sleeping with them?" I asked angrily. My dander up. I looked him in the eye daring him to accuse me again, but hoping he would see how silly this was. I could see him soften. He didn't really believe all that any more than I did, but too much time away can result in overactive imaginations. He smiled a smidge...I ran into his arms.

"Diane," he moaned into my hair, "I'm sorry. I have done nothing but look at all those photos, letting my insecurities and jealousy eat away at me. I hated not being able to talk to you."

"I had the same problem. It killed me to look at you touching those other women. I wanted to scratch their eyes out." I hugged him, wanting more. "Nikki, can you get us out of here? I want us to be alone and not have to worry about being interrupted or something."

The two of us made it out to a limo and we took off. Neither of us knew anything about Cleveland, so Nikki had the driver find a hotel close by. We managed to get into the hotel room before ripping each others clothes off. Actually half of what Nikki was wearing had to be unbuckled. His hair was sticking straight out at every angle. With all the kissing we were doing I ended up with half his make up on me.

"Oh God Nikki," I moaned as he sucked on my tits. I pulled him towards the bed with his dick in my hand. The both of us fell on the bed. He was kissing my neck and his hands were all over me, like he couldn't get enough of me. In between I managed to suck on his nipples before pushing him on his back, kissing my way down his belly to his rock hard cock. I took it in his mouth and sucked. Slowly moving my head up, while sucking really hard, then back down till it touched the back of my throat. Nikki moaning moved around so we were 69'ing it. Nikki came, grunting out my name. He rose up and crawled over me so I was on my back.



"Now it's your turn baby." He licked and sucked his way to my pussy, as I was squirming in rapture, screaming out his name, 'NNNIIIKKKKIII !!!!" Oh, fuck, I thought as he sucked on my clit, stabbing his tongue in my vagina, and swirling his tongue all around. I came. It was so intense I held my breath, forgetting to breath for a sec. My body stiff, then twitching as I came down from my orgasm. 

Nikki rolled me over on my stomach and started to caress my back with feather light touches and baby kisses. I started moaning in ecstasy.
"Nikki, that feels so good. Please I need you."

"OK baby," He said. He got on his knees and got me on my knees in front of him and entered me from behind. He started slowly pulling almost all the way out then slowly back in. He grabbed hold of my hips and thrust hard. He was banging me so hard and with my back arched, his balls were smacking my clit just right. 

The combination was so exquisite. I freaking came.
"AAahhhhhh!!! Fuck me! " I said thru gritted teeth.... "Nikki!"

Nik just had a death grip on my hips, convulsing in me, his hips sealed to mine, as he gave these tiny little jerks, his orgasm subsiding. The both of us collapsed in each others arms.

We both fell asleep for awhile. After a couple hours I woke up and looked at Nikki watching him sleep. I loved him so much. Enough to let him go. I had been thinking on it for awhile. It was going to be a bitch trying to maintain a relationship, parts of us not trusting the other as our crazy thoughts of jealousy and distrust ripped through our hearts. I would rather part as friends and lovers, leaving him to his fame and me to mine. 

And hopefully when all the craziness was over, we could see what was left for us later. I looked at the clock it was like 3 am. I needed to get back to the buses, as I wasn't sure when we were leaving. I touched Nikki's cheek, trying to wake him gently.
Nikki, " I whispered..."Nik."

"HHHHmmm," he said.

"It's late. I need to get back. Can you come with me or do you want to say goodbye here and I will get back to my bus on my own?"

"No, I'll go with you. I need to get back to our hotel. Let's get dressed and find a way back to your bus."

The two if us got dressed and got the front desk to get a limo ride back to my bus, then he would take it back to his group.

As we sat in the limo kissing goodbye, I finally got the nerve to say the words.

"Nikki, I...I don't know how to say this but to just say it," I said nervously, eyes down.

"What?"

"I think we should part for now. Just be friends. It is so hard now to remain a couple, and I don't want our jealousies to rip us apart and make us enemies. I want to part as friends. As wonderful, beautiful lovers. Maybe when all this craziness is over, we can see if there room for US." I paused, tears running down my face. 

Nik takes my face in his hands so he could look into my eyes, his thumbs wiping away my tears. His own slowly dripping down his face. "I love you enough to let you go. I don't want to hold you back and I want to be able to concentrate on this tour. I don't want my lack of attention to ruin anything for the girls. They have worked so hard for this."

"If this is what you want. I don't want to stand in your way either. Di’, I love you."

We hugged hard. We looked at each other sadly, then I left the limo and watched it drive off. My heart going with it.

Chapter 26

It was a beautiful morning, six am, here on the water. I was still doing good and the doctor still said I could surf so long as I was careful and didn't over do it. I still practiced all my basics so I didn't get lazy. I figured after the baby was born I could go back to competing, then maybe go pro. That would help support the baby and I could still get my own place.



As I sat on my board, floating, moving hypnotically up and down, as the waves moved by me, I reflected a little. I chose not to tell Bret because of that episode in Vegas. I just assumed we were over, though I never gave Bret a chance to explain. Maybe in the future. I didn't want him to stay with me if he really didn't love me any more. And I didn't want to trap him with the baby now that his career was taking off. He didn't need that kind of media attention. I sighed. Maybe everything will just work out.



I was done for the day as it had started to get crowded. As I waded out of the water onto the sand, that chick from the other day came up to me.



"Karen," She called out.



"Hi," I said tentatively.



"I'm Donna. We met last week."



"Oh ya, how are you?" I replied politely.



"Good. I am glad I ran into you again. I wanted to talk to you about something."



I frowned as I really didn't know her too well and couldn't possibly know what she would want with me. We got to our cars before she spoke again.



"Karen, I work for Surfboarder Magazine and we wanted to offer you a job. We want you to do some modeling and some ad work for us. Promoting and advertising," Hollywood said, smiling, holding out her business card.



I was a bit stunned to say the least. And speechless. How cool was this? Everyone wished for sponsorship or of getting an ad deal. "Uuumm....why me? I entered my first event and got blown out of the water," I said.



"Well, the little bit you did do was impressive. First time out and by your second run you were in second. And we are confident you will bounce back and we wanted to be the first to sign you....with us," she replied confidently.



Oh....God...I didn't know what to say.....all these feelings and thoughts started through my head. I wanted this so bad, but I wasn't about to lie to this lady. Better to put the truth out there now. My eyes sparkled with unshed tears of disappointment, thinking she would not want me..…



"Miss Donna," I started.



"Donna or Hollywood is fine," she interjected.



"Donna, I'm pregnant. I want you to know. I didn't want to misrepresent myself. I didn't want to work for you and then all of a sudden become a hippo. But if it would still work out and you still want me, I guess I could do it till I started to show. Or maybe there would be a place for me at the magazine," I finished with a big sigh and a tear falling down my face.



Donna, showing how generous she was, said, "K, you have my card. Call me and we will set up an appointment. Come to my office and we will see what we can do." She patted my shoulder and said, "Congratulations on the baby."



"Thank you," I said with a smile. I watched as she drove off. She seemed to be OK with my condition, and it gave me hope that if I could work for them I could get my own place...sooner. I put my stuff in my truck and drove home.



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Diane and the girls were on the road, rolling along, on the bus. The people of our crew loved all the gossip magazines and rock and roll magazines. They were strewn all over the buses. I had a stack of them in front of me.



There were pictures of us with guys and pics of Crue with girls. Looking at all the pictures, reading about all the hell raising Motley Crue was doing, kinda made me mad, raising my jealousy. I know in my head it's all part of fame and fortune, as we were experiencing the same thing (accounting our pictures with other famous guys from other bands we met along the way).



Parties, famous people, picture taking. But my heart was sore. I wanted to be the one with Nikki in all the photos...to be the one hanging on his arm. I missed him so much. We had talked only once in the last two weeks, and we really didn't talk about much of anything. It's hard to let things out over the phone. We mostly talked about our successes and how much we missed each other. We did have plans to get together at our next gig. We were going to be in Cleveland at the same time. I closed my eyes, thinking of Nikki. And I must have fallen asleep, cause the next thing I know, Laurie is waking me up.

Chapter 25

I was home now. My head was better, but my heart was troubled. I was pregnant and had NO IDEA what to do. Tell Bret. Not tell Bret. Tell my parents. WHEN to tell my parents. I decided to drive out to the beach. I didn't want my pacing to alert them that something might be wrong and having them ask questions I wasn't prepared to answer.

The sets were pretty small today and the doctor said I could surf so long as I was careful. So I cruised the small waves trying to get things straight in my mind. I wanted to tell Bret, but I wanted to talk to Michele, Sheree, and Colleen first. Get their input. Oh ya, that's right, Sheree was out of town, so I guess just Michele and Colleen.

I had finished a wave and was sitting on my board waiting my turn for another wave when a fellow female surfer came up and floated next to me. She seemed young, but up close she looked to be a little bit older than me.

"Hi. You're that surfer that got hurt a couple weeks ago, huh?" She asked.

"Ya," I said guardedly.

"My name's Donna, but everyone calls me Hollywood. I saw that run. You were in second up till then. It really sucks that you got hurt. You are really good. Are you going to continue competing?"

"I don't know right now. The doctor said I could surf if I was careful. No hot dogging it." I really didn't know this person, though she seemed friendly enough, and was not about to tell her the real reason. "Oh, my name is Karen, but everyone calls me K."

"Nice to meet you."

"Um, I have to go now," I said. "It was nice to meet you too." Little did I realize that this Donna was going to play a bigger part in my life.

I went to Michele's house first. I didn't see her parents' cars so maybe I lucked out and she was home alone. I knocked, but there was no answer. I could hear loud music so I tried the door and it was unlocked, so I let myself in. I went looking for her. I found Michele in her room listening to music. I knocked on her open door to get her attention.

"Michele!" I said loudly.

"Karen, Hi. What are you doing here? Are you OK?" She asked, concerned, coming over to me. "Should you be driving? You're not seeing double or anything?"

Laughing, thinking that is the least of my worries, said, "No, I'm fine. Though there is something I want to talk to you about."

"OK, Hon, shoot," she said, sitting on her bed.

I paced. "We've been friends forever, right?"

"Right."

"And we can tell each other anything, right?"

"Right. K, is there something wrong? Spit it out."

I took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm pregnant." I was looking at the floor afraid of her reaction, though deep down I knew she would be supportive.

"Oh K......" she said in astonishment. "Are you feeling OK?" she asked.

"Ya. For the most part. Sometimes I throw up in the morning," I replied, pacing again.

"Have you told your parents? Is it Bret's? Of course it's Bret's, duh. Are you going to tell him? What are you going to do?" Michele rattled off.

"No, I haven't told my parents. Yes it is Bret's and no, I have no idea what I am going to do," I said feeling stressed, scared and unsure of anything. "Michele, that's why I came here. To see you and to talk to you, and see what the best thing to do is."


"It's alright, K. We'll work it out," Michele said.

It was about a week later.....

Colleen and I were driving to Vegas. Poison was playing there and I had decided to tell him. I had already told my parents.

"Thanks for going with me Colleen. I really appreciate it. I am not sure how Bret will react and I can use the support."

"No prob, K. I wanted to see Bobby anyway. I wonder, too, how Bret will take it. He didn't seem like a bad guy and he did say he loved you. So, did you tell your parents?"

I sighed, "I did. For the most part they were cool, but very disappointed. At least they're not kicking me out or anything."

"That's cool."

"Yes, but I have been thinking of getting my own place eventually," I said.

It was very late when we got into Vegas and found where the guys were playing, both of us not quite sure how we were going to get in, as we hadn't bought tickets or anything. But, luck be a lady tonight, one of the road crew we knew was outside by the buses and he got us in backstage. He showed us which way to go and went back to what he was doing.

Colleen and I walked quietly down a poorly lit hallway and as we turned a corner we came upon a couple fucking up against the wall. Falling back behind the corner, standing quietly so as not to disturb them. But I heard a "Ooohh Bret" and couldn't resist a peek, and looked around the corner. It was Bret. Long blond hair, undone pants, and all. My heart was breaking. I grabbed Colleen's hand and ran back the way we came.

"K, what's wrong?"

"Colleen. That was Bret."

We stopped by the door where we came in at, to catch our breath. I was crying, tears rolling down my face....

"I can't stay. I am going to go back home," I said with a hiccup. "I am sorry to drag you all the way out here. Do you want to stay and see Bobby? Or go? PLEASE don't tell Bobby. I don't want Bret to know," I said desperately.

"K. It's OK. I won't tell Bobby. And since we just date anyway, his prowling doesn't bother me. I can see him anytime. Let's go someplace. Get something to eat. OK? You need to keep up your strength."

We left to go to one of those hotel restaurant places that are open all night.. We were seated at a booth and the waitress brought menus and water. By that time I had myself under control.

"So what are you going to do now?" She asked.

"I suppose with my parent's help I will be OK. I'll have the baby, raise it. Get myself my own place. I'll be OK."

"Are you ever gonna tell Bret?" She asked between bites of her food.

"I don't know. Maybe. Probably. Not now. I don't want to trap him or make him stay with me if he really doesn't want too, or if he really didn't love me. You know deep down I probably knew we wouldn't be together always, but the romantic in me wished it to be so. He's famous now and obviously enjoying all that comes with it...to the fullest!" I said somewhat sarcastic at the end.

"I was hoping the same for you. I thought Bret would stick it out. I mean he seemed to really love you....sat there that whole time that night at the hospital," she said.

"I know. But I don't want him to know, so don't tell Bobby. Gosh I'm repeating myself," I said dropping my head into my hands.

Chuckling Colleen said, trying to change the subject, "K, it's OK, I won't tell. I think we need to talk about SHOPPING!"

I laughed, "The girls will love that."