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Later that afternoon, Terri Mason sat with several clients in her conference room. Furnished with a wooden table, ellipsoid in shape, they all gave their questions regarding her virtual company, Mason Research. Many a scientist had considered her direction in research R and D, anxious for the capital that she would promise.

"So, Mr. Craig, Pfizer is most interested in what I have to offer?" she asked.

"Yes, we are..."

"Proclinical is more then willing to handle the packaging," Dr. Leslie said, sitting on the other side of the table.

"Your small company has done much for us in the past," said Mr. Craig, of Pfizer. "I recommend them strongly.

"Good," Terri nodded. "I'll let you both know... as soon as I talk to my partner..."

Just then she heard the buzz, and depressed the button on her conference link, "Yes?"

"Ms. Mason, someone here to see you... Miss Trynia Merin..."

"Good, send her in..." Terri nodded.

"That is your partner?" Dr. Leslie asked.

"Yes indeed. Good timing too," Terri smiled sweetly, although inwardly surprised that Trynia had showed up in such a timely manner.

The door was opened by a white shirted execute in sleeves and a tie. He indicated where Terri sat with her two clients, showing the attractive fiancée in.

"Thanks Jose," Terri waved to her secretary. "Hey Trynia... come on in..."

"You have guests," Trynia said. "Terri.....Boy, I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I just stopped by to give you these."

"Allow me to present my business partner, Trynia. This is Dr. Anne Leslie from Proclinical Inc, and Mr. Arnold Craig from Pfizer. He is very interested in the work you did in polymers... at Villanova..."

"Mr. Craig....it's a pleasure... and Dr. Leslie..." Trynia said, shaking their hands. She blushed a bit.

"Ms. Merin, terrific to meet you," Dr. Leslie smiled.

"You've heard of my work. I'm very impressed."

"well Terri spoke highly of you..." Mr. Craig nodded.

"Terri's been an incredible help to me since I've moved out to Los Angeles full time. I'd be lost without her," Trynia answered, smiling at Terri.

"Thank you..." Terri smiled back. She saw the faraway look in Trynia's dark eyes, guessing something had elapsed to make her so preoccupied.

"I'm sorry but I have to run," Dr. Leslie said. "My flight leaves within the afternoon..."

"Of course..." Terri nodded, and depressed her button. "Jose... please call the limo for my clients..."

"It's nice to meet you...I hope my coming here didn't shorten your meeting." Trynia said hastily.

"Pleasure meeting you ladies. I'll be in touch, Ms. Mason..." Mr. Craig said. "I was on my way out..."

"That goes for me too," Dr. Leslie smiled, shaking Trynia's hand. Jose opened the door, and both scientists waved to Terri on their way out of the conference room.

Trynia turned to Terri and smiled again as they left. She commented, "Wow, Gene wasn't kidding. You're really getting this business off the ground, aren't you?"

"Sit down... take the load off..." Terri invited. "I have been busy. Thanks for the diapers... I know that Jacob will love them."

"And it IS becoming a load," Trynia smiled self-consciously and patted her belly.

"Hmm, swollen ankles yet?"

"I tell you, I don't know how you do it sometimes, Terri. A baby, a new business, keeping up with the Master of Sarcasm, Mr. Gene Simmons."

"Uh... are you all right?" Terri asked, raising an eyebrow. "Did Gene and you have a confrontation?"

She sighed a bit. "I suppose. It's just that I'm feeling a little run down. My underwear band is constantly biting me, but I don't know if I want to start wearing maternity clothes yet. You KNOW not everyone knows, and...."

"Tryn... you're lousy at trying to change the subject..." Terri said firmly as Trynia looked at the multicolored shag carpet.

"As a matter of fact, we did. Terri, it's been a day from Hell."

"What did Gene say to you?"

"Well, here's how it starts...." Trynia sighed. As she explained, Terri listened intently.

"I go to the photo shoot to drop off some email for Paul. He'd asked me to take his calls and do some office work for him today since Gina is sick."

"And...." Terri asked. "Were you jealous of those playboy models?"

"Well, see, that's the thing. Paul kind of played this up to me like there were going to be a FEW girls and they were going to have some group shots taken with them. He was joking about how Gene would probably hog them all...."

"And then..."

"So, of COURSE, I get there and there are MORE than just a few. And they are all gorgeous. And he's got his hands all over them. And there's this one loud-mouth playmate that's particularly fond of Paul and she looks like she's just about ready to...." she sighed.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Terri rolled her eyes.

"Well.....grab something that's mine..." Trynia chuckled weakly.

"Sometimes Paul forgets when he's in makeup to keep his hands to himself..." Terri groaned. "Or remind the ladies he's spoken for..."

"I know, Terri, and he's told me again and again that the Starchild persona is just an image and that it's his job, but damn, that didn't make it any more of an attractive sight."

"No. It doesn't. And I get SICK of seeing those women all over Gene."

"But he knows if he strays, that he won't have it as good with someone else other then me..."

Trynia smiled ruefully, knowing she heard the same observation from Shannon, "So anyway......Shan sees me and of course, guesses the whole thing. So, she comes after me. She's evens figured out I'm pregnant. And the next thing I know, Paul's coming up to me, wanting to know why I'm so upset."

"Awww..."

"He ends up dragging me back to the dressing room and we go back and forth. I'm wanting him to feel guilty, to get mad, but all he does is act incredibly sweet."

"That's Paul for you. He knows he screwed up," Terri nodded knowingly.

"And I know it seems stupid, but he really does know better."

"Which made me feel even WORSE, like somehow I was a nut for even QUESTIONING his faithfulness. Terri, he told me he would quit the band for me," Trynia admitted, hanging her head.

"Ohhh man... and Gene overheard that?" Terri winced and shook her head.

"Sort of. We're just about ready to kiss and make up, and there's a knock on the door."

"It's Gene right?" Terri snorted. "His timing for some stuff sucks ass."

"Gene wants Paul back to the shoot. Paul wants to be with me. It got nasty."

"Son of a BITCH," Terri gritted.

"And somehow I ended up in the middle of it, without saying a damn thing."

"Oh man if I was there..." Terri's eyes gleamed with anger.

"He starts in about how Paul needs to get balls and remember the BAND is number one, and NO woman would EVER tell HIM how to act. Blah, blah, blah. Insert your favorite egotistical Gene statement here."

"He can't wait 30 damn minutes while the others get their pictures taken... and he has to be an obnoxious asshole!" Terri snapped.

"I felt like damn Yoko Ono standing there, like Gene was directly accusing me of breaking up the band or something." Trynia cried.

"That's BULLSHIT, and he KNOWS it." Terri snapped, banging her fist on the table's varnished surface. "He's just scared because of the Ace fiasco a few weeks ago..."

"Terri, I'm sorry. He's your man, I know. I shouldn't be talking about him like this."

"Well I am GLAD you are telling me." Terri answered. "Gene can be an asshole sometimes..."

"But it REALLY hurt that he implied...or STATED rather...that somehow I was coming between the band. That I was the cause of what Paul does or does not do," Trynia sighed, wringing her hands. "If GENE thinks that, God knows what the fans must think."

"Well that's WRONG," Terri snapped, banging her fist down again. "You want me to talk to him?"

"And he starts talking about some code, some promise they made, where a woman would never come between them. What exactly does THAT mean, Terri?" Trynia spat, anger flaring in her dark eyes.

"Well it's a male thing," Terri explained, rolling her own eyes. "God forbid Gene or Paul should have a NORMAL life with kids and family as the main focus..."

"I know, but the scary thing is, Paul seemed to go along with it."

"I think he was doing it to keep peace..." Terri explained. "Because he knew Gene was going to say something nasty he might regret..."

"So, what does that mean? If the baby and I need something and so does Gene, he wins every time?"

"I think I'm going to have a serious talk to Gene about this shit," said Terri. "Look, I know it's crappy but you need to talk about this..."

"I know," she grumbled, "I guess I need to take that up with Paul, huh?"

"Yes you do. Look, Paul does what he wants. Don't think you are the cause of any dissention..." Terri nodded. "Gene and Paul have had arguments before. It's nothing new."

"Terri, I LOVE Kiss. You know that. You do too. I don't want Paul or Gene to look back some day and think that our relationship was the cause of some breakup."

"He's blaming you cause he can't stand to loose control." Said Terri.

"And Gene hates losing control. He needs to leave you the hell out of it."

At this Trynia grinned a little, "Yes, I know he does. He's just never attacked me like that."

"Well I'll give him a piece of my mind... he doesn't dare treat my best friend like THAT," Terri answered, folding arms across her chest and leaning back in her chair. "And get away with it."

"I just hope that when I left, he didn't tell Paul that he needs to get rid of Me." she looks at the ground.

"If he does, he's going to have a lot of lonely nights... Because I won't stand for that."

Trynia chuckled, "Wow, the death sentence! We'll see how cocky Mr. Big Man is then."

"Gene knows Paul is part of KISS, the heart of it..." said Terri. "And that he is embarrassed himself because years ago he almost quit KISS for his film career... So he's got NO room to talk."

"And another part of it is I don't feel very.....desirable, I guess." Trynia explained.

"It passes. Paul is THRILLED you are carrying his child. And he will stop at NOTHING to keep you in his life."

"You should have seen Paul up there before he knew I was there. That one...THING....said something flirty to him and he kind of laughed and smacked her butt," Trynia sighed.

"Oh brother," Terri groaned. "I'm sorry."

"Now TELL me, how am I going to compete with that? Yes, I KNOW I'm carrying his child, and he's just over the moon about it, but I don't know....maybe I should have thought of this before I got involved with a rock star. And the thing of it is, I know Paul wouldn't cheat on me. Not really. So WHY am I eating myself up about this?"

"Now you listen to me!" Terri said, seizing her hand. "You don't compete. You listen to yourself. for a moment..."

She smiled, "Yes, ma'am, I'm listening."

"What can that bitch offer Paul that you can't or haven't? I'll tell you. You LOVE Paul for Paul. And NOBODY has done that lately. You're on a level above that. It's like eating steak and potatoes, nutrients you need to live versus candy... you know eating only sugar will not allow you to live for long... but eating a balanced diet ensures long health and happy life."

"I know.....a lot of it is in my head, I'm sure. I've just heard too many interviews and read too many articles about Paul talking in coy phrases about his sexual conquests of the past," Trynia half smiled.

Terri blew a raspberry and shook her head, "Oh PLEASE. It can eat you up if you let it, so DON'T. You FIGHT for him every step of the way."

"I mean.....the other day, I even picked up an old magazine, and it had an article about Samantha Fox in it and she's going on and on about her bedroom tricks. Terri, she DATED Paul. I can just imagine what the two of them did. And I feel...I don't know....boring."

"Ask yourself this..." Terri continued. "Do you love Paul Stanley, or Stanley Eisen? If so, why?"

"Both. I love both. But my heart is with Stanley Eisen."

"Then you know what you have to do," Terri nodded.

"But where do I make that separation? How do I tell myself to let things like this go?" Trynia asked her.

"Hmm... well you have to say to yourself that you love the real man behind it all. And that no matter what, the two of you have something he can't have with any other woman. It's not the rock star you fell in love with is it?"

"I DO. Absolutely. I just think some day he's going to regret not marrying a starlet or beauty queen. He could have anyone, Terri."

"Yes he could. But see how they all ended in disaster?" Terri answered.

"And what do I do if Linda comes back and really wants him? And he decides he misses her? She was a friggin' CENTERFOLD, for God's sake!" she teared up a bit.

"He's not getting any younger. And he's going to realize that he can't thrive on looks alone to attract love."

"But..."

"Fuck Linda." Terri answered curtly. "Paul knows that she only wants his money... not him."

Trynia brushed away her tears and chuckled, "I guess you are right."

"Linda only wanted the image and the status. She didn't care about Paul."

"Maybe once I'm further along...when everyone knows and I REALLY feel pregnant, maybe all these doubts will go away. Right now, I just feel unattractive," Trynia answered.

"I know. And you know what to do when you feel unattractive? Do something to make yourself feel attractive again."

"You sound like Gina. She was telling me that Beverly Hills Day Spa has a personal massage therapist who specializes in pregnancy massage."

"Well then, you make yourself an appointment there for today, and go."

"She told me the same thing. She says he's great," Trynia smiled. "And that I can even get my hair done...and my makeup."

"Exactly! So, go there already! And come back and knock Paul's socks off!"

"She said that I should drag Paul out to a romantic dinner and eat shrimp off each other's forks."

"Yes!" Terri nodded.

"Did I ever tell you about the first time I opened Paul's wallet?" Trynia asked. "I've never seen so many damn credit cards in my LIFE"

"Oh... when was this?" Terri asked with a chuckle. "You should see Gene's..."

"Back in the Villa days, when we had our love nest," Trynia said wistfully. "And I remember how good it felt to know that he could take me of me always....and I don't just mean monetarily."

"Listen to you..." Terri laughed.

"He's just been so distracted lately, with the problems in the band, and this whole Linda thing....and his hip. And of COURSE the pregnancy. Maybe I just need him to pamper me for a night." she says softly.

"I think you hit the nail on the head. I'll find a way to talk to Gene to get him away from Paul and off his ass, so you can do that."

"How do you walk up to someone and say, "Honey, I think you need to baby me tonight?" Trynia asked.

"Aren't you going to go to the spa?" Terri asked.

"Yes... maybe I should. He's got 8 zillion emails to answer in about 3 days. He probably doesn't have time," she said sadly.

"Well, you get GINA to answer them for him," said Terri. "Besides the spa will be there. As for Paul... why don't you go back there and surprise him. Walk up to him, and kiss his ear softly... And breathe into his ear and remind him what he's missing. Make up the rest..."

"Hmm..." Trynia mused, a smile poking the corner of her lips up.

"He'll MAKE time, for you, guaranteed..."

"Yes, and it's got to be the ROMANCE, not just the sex. Paul gets sex every night. He doesn't sweat it. I just want to make him...I don't know....work harder for a change," Trynia nodded.

"Well, have him chase you... And you get his favorite stuff, and make him WORK to get you." Terri nodded.

"Exactly. Buy me flowers. Flirt with me. Hit on me. Wink at me. Try to EARN the lovemaking, not just expect it!" Trynia laughed. "Why is it so easy to say this to you, but not so easy to say it to him?"

"Hmmm, cause I'm your friend?" Terri asked.

"I don't mean to imply that he's a BAD guy. He's just so damn busy," Trynia said. "But three times in the past week, he just rolled over and started foreplay. Didn't even really TRY to romance me. GOD, I sound ridiculous, Terri. I'm sorry."

"No it doesn't," Terri mused. "Hmmm... no candlelight dinners or soft sweet kisses?
"Will it....get worse when I have a baby crying at all hours?" Trynia asked.

"It will, but you learn ways around it."

"No, but in his defense, he's been coming to bed really, really late...2 am, 3 a.m. He's writing again," said Trynia.

"You have to be more creative."

"I just miss the days sometimes that he used to romance me...call me beautiful..." said Trynia wistfully. "I just wish he wasn't so busy."

"Well then you get busy. And you give HIM a reason to miss you."

"I've been thinking about what you said, Terri," said Trynia.

"I could really use you here," said Terri.

"Helping me with the chemistry setup. You can work on something that doesn't involve exposure to chemicals at all."

"Yes..." said Trynia. "Hey, I'm thinking of maybe trying that awesome new restaurant not far from us. Gina told me that she and Chris went on their anniversary, and there's a classical pianist and a red rose for all the ladies."

"Well there you go!" Terri smiled.

"And YES, I'd absolutely love to help you," Trynia nodded. "I need something to keep me busy...stop me from alternating between feeling sorry for Paul and feeling sorry for ME."

"Well I need someone to help me talk to my clients, and help sell the science. And I need advice and a lab supervisor. And you aren't analytical, but you know about organic chemistry..."

"Anything...I'll do anything," Trynia clapped her hands.

"Well, why don't we make a date for dinner to talk about it. But only AFTER you romance Mr. Paul. You would have half ownership in my virtual company."

She grinned, "I think you're on to something. Wonder what he'd say if I called him up and told him to meet me there to discuss something VERY important."

"Yes... there you go. Leave Gene to me."

"And when he got there and asked him what was so important....I could tell him that I'm going on a celibacy strike, unless he absolutely charms the pants off me. Can you picture his FACE?" she laughed.

"You go girl!" Terri laughed, holding her sides.

"Make him EARN his lovemaking" she laughed very hard also.

"He's gotta see he can't always take it for granted," Terri chuckled.

Trynia was laughing so hard, she teared up, "Paul Stanley probably hasn't had to work for sex in 30 years."

"Well then, you go... and choose your weapon, and make him BEG to find his holster for that lovegun!"

"I'm dialing....right NOW," Trynia smiled, punching buttons on her cell phone, after extracting it from her purse.

"Great. I'll get on the phone with Gene after you tell me how things are going," Terri nodded. "Then maybe we can meet for dinner, and when the guys are expecting a romantic dinner, you and I can talk business..."

"I really appreciate you helping me, Terri." she whispered.

"Hey don't mention it..." Terri smiled. She hugged her friend, leaning up to do so across the desk. She winked at Terri and whispered seductively into the phone, "Hello, love, it's me. I'm here at Terri's and there's something VERY important I have to tell you."

Paul's voice answered after four rings, quashing her hopes. Terri saw her face fall into disappointment. Softly she added, "So.....umm......call me back....right away." she speaks slowly and seductively, biting her lip not to laugh at Terri.

"Well done," Terri smiled.

"I wanted to keep it light. I didn't want to scare him. God knows he has enough to worry about right now."

"Well that was well done..." Terri said.

A buzz interrupted them, and she depressed he intercom to hear Jose saying, "Excuse me Ms. Mason, but you have a call on line five..."

"Put it through to my office..." Terri said, rising. "Excuse me Tryn..."

"Sure..." Trynia nodded, following her friend down the hall to a mahogany paneled door. Jose opened it for her, rising from his desk out in the forefront of the office. Settling behind her desk, Terri picked up her phone. Trynia stood by the door, leaning against it.

"Hello? Mason here... yes... you are? Well I'm surprised you're taking time from band business to call me... Oh really? well if I'm not TOO busy I'll see if I have time... to squeeze you in..." Terri continued,

"Terri....what the heck...." came Gene's voice. Terri heard the laughter in the background.

"Shh... who is that?" Gene asked.

"Just one of my business associates..." Terri winked. She held a finger over her lips for silence.

"Let me get this straight" he teased, "You're going to see if you can fit ME in?"

"Don't tell me you've been working hard, Mister. I'll see YOU when you get HERE, not the other way around..."

He laughed out loud, "Baby, you playing hard to get? Is that what this is all about? Because you knowwwwwww what I do to bad girls who get mouthy."

"Why don't you find out?" she asked, a bit annoyed. "I'm sure you do, Mister high and mighty!"

"No, seriously. You're pissed? Why?" Gene asked, serious now.

"Why don't you come over here and I'll tell you?"

"You trying to impress some kind of client? Because you don't have to impress him, doll. He needs to impress YOU." Gene said, and Terri heard him munch on something.

"Well this client HAS impressed me," Terri answered. She heard someone speaking and laughter in the background. "AS I am sure you've left your indelible impression on your folks today..."

"Damn!" Gene chuckled. "I just spilled shit all over me."

"Especially certain co workers..." Terri asked sweetly, yet firmly.

"What's that, Hon?"

"Well I hear things got interesting at the photo shoot."

"Oh, the photo shoot? I was a good boy, you'll be pleased to know."

"Mmm, yes, I'm sure," Terri nodded. "But I'm not talking about that."

"I even sent the feisty red head home without any treats. Proud of me?" he asked.

"I admire your self control of your sexual desires, but I hear Paul got a bit pissed at you," Terri said suddenly. She heard him walk further away from the conversation next to him.

"Aha, let me guess. Trynia?" Gene said hesitatingly.

"And what would make you guess that?"

"Because you have that 'I am so PISSED at you, Gene' tone in your voice," he answered.

"Is it that obvious?" she asked.

"Uh huh. So I figure..." he munched some more, "That you heard about our little adventure."

"Little? Care to tell me your pov regarding it?" Terri asked. "Being the objective scientist I am?"

"It's like this. I've been working on nailing down this shoot for months. MONTHS, Terri...."

"And..." Terri asked.

"And everyone's having a ball. The models are gorgeous. Everyone's laughing. They even have some champagne on him...for the mood, you know... And the pictures they took.....killer. Next thing you know, little Miss Prego walks through the door and Stanley goes to mush. Can't finish the shoot. SORRY, Gene. Just like that."

"Uh, well was that ALL that happened? Was Paulie behaving himself?" Terri asked, unconvinced it was the whole story.

"Oh, SURE, you know Paul. I mean, there were a FEW of the ladies that might have gotten grabby, but hell, he's a multimillionaire. They would have grabbed Bill Gates too. It's all about money, sweetheart."

"I know, but does that excuse it?" she asked sharply.

"Look, there was ONE in particular...Candi something or Carole something and she was kind of hot for him and at one point, maybe she crossed the line a bit and I think he might have smacked her ass, but it's NOT like they screwed on the floor or anything."

"No, but she isn't getting married in a few months..."

"Just a little ironic, don't you think? I mean, this is the lady that did Paul and I in a limo once." Gene commented. Terri heard him munch some more, then take a loud sip of something.

"I know that Gene, but that was when you were the all powerful Demon and Starchild and she was a groupie."

"Did it ever occur to you she might have grown past that?" Terri asked.

"Terri, he didn't do anything. He smacked her ASS for God's sake. Hell, I'll walk over there right now and smack some cute ass around here. You think that means I don't love YOU?"

"I know that, and you know that. That's not the issue here Gene, it's something ELSE," Terri sighed. "Something that happened AFTER the whole fiasco."

"OK, so then let's move on. As I was saying, I go to Paul's dressing room and he's suddenly pulling out...which incidentally is something he should have done before he impregnated Miss Temper Tantrum," he laughed at his own joke.

"Ha ha. So funny I forgot to laugh."

He chuckled even harder. "But you love me, right?"

"I love you, I just hate your recent sense of humor," Terri muttered.

"So, I asked him what the hell was going on. What I get in RESPONSE is that he is leaving, he's all done. Total 180 degree turn from before. And I basically challenged the both of them to quit acting like damn jealous babies and let Paulie get back to work. And the next thing I know, he's going ballistic."

"Mmm," Terri muttered. "And then?"

"And I basically get the idea that maybe he's not doing it because of her, and well, that rubbed me the wrong way. So, I might have said some things. And Stanley saw the better of it and came back out. And for the record, we took an awesome final pic of the two of us," Gene continued. "And that's the God's honest truth, love."

Terri sighed, "What did you say to her exactly?"

"God, Terri, I don't know. Butt out, probably. Something like that. I was pissed."

"Mmm, I am sure you were love. But did it ever occur to you that Trynia was just little miss hormones and feeling vulnerable?" Terri asked quietly. "That she might just be a bit on the bummed side seeing Paulie's love gun get grabbed?"

"There's no real proof other then what Paulie says that proves that happened. Look, what's between them is great. I love Tryn. She's worth a thousand Linda's, and I've gone on record and said that before. She and Paul can do whatever they want....just not on my time," he said, digging in obstinately.

"Well what was wrong with Paul taking a short break?" Terri asked. "He could have simply had a few minutes with her, and it would have been fine! After all you did have ALL afternoon."

"Nothing. The guy's entitled to a break, but when Barry's assistant comes back in tears because Paul yelled at her to get the hell away, suddenly it becomes my business."

"I didn't know that," Terri muttered.

"Yeah, she was beside herself. She thought she was going to get fired."

"Gene, look, I know this is very hard for you, but can't you see where she is coming from?"

Gene paused a moment, and listened to her continue, "This is a very hard time for all of us now. Stupid Ace quitting the band and all..."

"Yeah, I can. I'm sure being a Kiss girl can't be easy. You would know that well than anyone. She just needs to realize that the band comes first....on BAND time that is."

"I know. but I wish you hadn't said what you did, Gene," she said. "I think Paul is just feeling the pressure of all this stuff, and he's snapping. I don't think he'd REALLY quit Kiss... He felt trapped."

He paused again, and sighed, "You're going to tell me I need to be Mr. Sensitive and apologize, aren't you?"

"No. I am simply saying that you need to think about what is going on before you open your mouth next time. And just think that some woman from doing what he REALLY wants can't manipulate Paul. Blaming a woman for splitting up KISS is stupid," she said.

"Now, Hon, when have I EVER thought about what I said before I open my mouth?" Gene asked innocently.

"No. Except when you told me you loved me..."

He smiled through his voice, "I meant it when I said that. And I've meant it every time since. And it's not the last time I'll have to kick Stanley's ass, but I WILL promise you and only you that I'll go gentle on Tryn. At least for the next 5 months."

"Now would you just think before you speak next time honey? I don't want to relegate you to the sofa..."

"Oh SHIT!" he busted out laughing, "Now don't go getting EXTREME on me. I just managed to survive the six weeks post partum."

"Well, you know when I'm not happy... a certain little friend of yours goes rather cold and lonely..." she teased.

"Mmm-hmm. I'm starting to get the big picture here."

"Well, I just want you to have a little more compassion for Tryn ok?" Terri said.

"I'm giving you the puppy dog eyes here. Can you tell?"

"Over a phone?" she asked.

"Is it working?"

"Come over here and say that," Terri laughed. More laughter ensued as the technicians are aware of Gene clowning around.

"Tell my woman I've been good!" he yelled to the ladies.

"He's been good!" one yelled back.

"I think you should come over here as soon as possible..." Terri laughed. "or do I have to come over there? And strip down and pose myself?"

"Nah, I think we're just about done here. Let me get Barry squared away and I'm ......uh....what?"

"I still have a contract with Playboy remember?" Terri teased.

"Yeah, I remember. Although I would PREFER that you're stripping contract be with me and me only."

"Hmm, we'll see..." Terri laughed. "What's the diff between you and me posing for the camera love?"

"Well, because......uh......I need to for my job. To put food in our mouths. Diapers on Jacob. Trust funds for the kids. Filthy rich retirement money. Stuff like that."

"You know how many people would pay big bucks to see Gene's sig other nude?" Terri continued, knowing she had him right where she wanted him.

"Yeah, but......."

"But what?"

"That's not really YOU. You're more....I don't know....about chemicals and stuff," Gene protested.

"Aren't you more about Hollywood and film production and running a business then parading around like a pompous ass in a clown costume?" she joked.

"Awwwww, you always said you LOVED my ass." he whined.

"I do, especially when its here, and I can smack it cause you've been naughty."

"Apparently, I've been QUITE naughty today." Gene chuckled.

"Mmm, yeah," Terri nodded.

She heard him yell, "Stanley, get the hell out of here. I'm catching all kinds of shit because of you."

"How soon can you wrap it up there?" Terri asked him.

"I'm just about gone, hon. Let me walk Barry out. Talk business a minute or two, and I'll hit the freeway. Promise."

"Good. I'll meet you over there... ok?"

"Hmm Really love? Is there anything for me in this little caper?"

"You'll find out."

He laughed, "Later."

"Later."

"Kiss the J for me," he said. "And save one for yourself."

"You can be a real bastard you know sometimes?" Terri said suddenly. "But I still love you."

He laughed again, "Part of my charm, doll."

"Oh please," she groaned.

"And I love you too," Gene added softly.

"Bye now!"

"Yeah, bye and do me a favor. No more gossiping until I get there."

"All right," she pouted. "Damn I can't have ANY fun."

She heard Gene laugh to Barry, "TOLD you that would piss her off" and he clicks the phone off.

"Son of a bitch," she shook her head. "I don't know WHY I put up with him sometimes."

Trynia smiled in amusement and asked, "Sooooo, he ready to kill me yet?"

"Let's say he was a bit shameful about wanting to be Mr. sensitive and apologize."

"I hope so. I've always gotten along with Gene. It's just he can be maddening," Trynia laughed. "I wonder where Paul is..."

"Well yes, especially with the band," Terri nodded. "KISS is his first love."

"Did Gene happen to mention if that girl was gone?" she says jealously.

"no. Wait... he did send her home."

"God, WHY am I being so damn jealous?" Trynia groaned, hitting her forehead. "I mean, it's totally stupid. Paul turns his phone off and goes to sex some airhead model? Yeah, RIGHT, Trynia."

"Because you love Paul and you're surging with hormones..." Terri said, picking up her purse and slipping into a pair of more comfortable shoes. "I don't think he will. I think you should go there and see him home."

"That must be it. Damn, I'm driving myself nuts though," Trynia sighed, rising from the chair across Terri's oak desk.

"Do me a favor and don't. Say, you want me to drive over there with you?"

"Well, if he doesn't call soon.....I'm going to go down there again," she said with resolve, her chin trembling a little.

"Would you?" Terri asked.

"But wait....you and Gene are planning an evening. I don't want to interfere."

"No, you won't..." Terri said. "We were going out to discuss business remember?"

"But..."

"come on, let's go!" Terri held out her hand, halfway out the office door.

"{What about Jacob?"

"I've got him with Nicholas and Sophie for the afternoon, with the same sitter Shannon uses. Figured they needed some brother sister bonding time."

"I just don't understand why he has his phone off" she says, starting to get misty eyed.

"C'mon, lets GO!" Terri urged, taking her hand and leading her out.

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In Terri's black convertible, Trynia fished for her cell phone again. They sped toward the studios, dodging freeway traffic.

"I've got my cell phone, and it's on, just in case,' Trynia said, mentally kicking herself for her suspicions. "I would THINK he'd call my cell...unless he calls home....and Christine would get it."

"Tryn, maybe there is a simple reason why he's turned it off... maybe he forgot it," Terri suggested, her hair whipping in the passing wind.

She laughed a bit, "What's our excuse going to be, Terri? If I walk in there in an emotional fit for the second time, he just might give me the dark eyed stare."

"We need an excuse for why we're there," Terri nodded. "I'll provide THAT. I'll just say I'm there to take Gene to dinner."

"You're the best!" she smiled.

"Of course... that's why gene puts up with me," Terri grinned.

"I just hope we find him and it's nothing," Trynia sighed.

They pulled up to the playboy studios, where various persons milled out of the building. Business suited types mingled with attractive models, but most were exiting the building. Several limousines pulled up, and Terri moved along to the parking lot. Trynia jumped quickly out of the car, recognizing some of the models.

"I'll just park here, and we'll walk in together..." Terri suggested, pulling into the VIP parking. They climbed out, walking rapidly toward the front entrance. Trynia quickly rushed past her, dashing into the front door.

Before Terri could stop Trynia, she slammed into something solid and tall, feeling her fingers contacting leather. Strong arms wrapped around her, and held her in a hug.

"Alright, you really ARE playing mind games. Last I heard ,my marching orders were to come home" he kissed her lightly. Frantically Terri searched for Trynia, who had vanished into the exiting crowd spewing from the studio glass doors.

"Uh hello there," she said, and put her arms around his neck.

"You missed me so badly you wanted to hurry over, right?" he winked to Barry, who rolled his eyes from behind Gene's shoulder.

"Mmm yes," she said and leaned up to block his view as he glanced to see if Trynia's there. One of the models exiting moved over and said, "Thanks, Mr. Levine, Mr. Simmons. This was a dream come true"

"Hey," Terri smiled to her. "I hear he was a good boy?

She grinned, "Oh, ah, yes, he was. I didn't quite know what to expect, but all of them were charmers."

"Hey, relax, I won't bite." Terri laughed.

"It was a pleasure," Gene kisses her hand, "Katie, right?"

She giggled, "Yes"

Barry looked at Terri and rolled his eyes again and laughs, "God, he hasn't changed since the 70's."

Terri shook her head, "God forbid Gene should loose his sex drive."

"And the heavens will rain lemonade. Bite your tongue!" Gene teased her.

"Aw shaddup you fiend," she smacked Gene on the ass.

Barry smiled at both of them and said, "Hey, tell Paul I said I'll call him later, OK? I'd love to go catch a few drinks with you both when things calm down."

"You buying?" Gene laughed.

"Awwwww, hell. Yeah, I suppose" Barry says, as he reaches down to hug Terri. Terri gave Barry a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. Turning she pinched Gene's arm.

"Shit!" Gene jumped, sending a few of the models into laughter. "She BIT me!"

Turning away from Barry, Terri jumped into Gene's arms and gives him a rather steamy kiss, in front of everyone. He pulled away at the conclusion and grins at the models, "SEE, ladies, THIS is the way you all need to treat your men."

"Shaddup and kiss me you damn fool," Terri said, huskily, desire dark in her eyes. He leaned over to whisper in Terri's ear, "Tell your friend it's kind of hard to hide when you're 3 months pregnant...and wearing a huge-ass rock on your hand."

"Damn it Gene you're too tall," she griped, leaning up on her tiptoes.

"I need a fricking step stool to kiss you!"

He laughed and leaned way down for her. Automatically his arms wrapped around her waist as he lifted her up effortlessly. Pulling her close, he returned her kiss, sipping his tongue into her mouth to dance with his, letting her hands immerse in his hair. He was loving every minute, because everyone was there watching in rapt fascination. As they broke off, he says again to the models, "Anyone have any questions? ANYONE?"

Terri ran her hands up and down his arms to his hips. He noticed as one of the models whispered something in the other's ear. He stuck his tongue out at her and wags it.

He leaned down and burrowed his face in Terri's neck. "Just one thought, love. We going to stay here and charge admission, or head to the limo?"

"hmmm limo sex... takes me back." she winked, grinding her hips against him playfully.

"Leeeeeead the way" he winked. "Might want to tell your friend goodbye though!"

Terri froze, realizing he must have seen Trynia go in after all. She stiffened momentarily, but recovered quickly as she hooked her arm through his and winked at the models. "Mind if I borrow him, ladies? Since you've warmed him up for me so nicely?"

They laughed and chorused, "Bye, Gene!"

In the meantime, Barry had spotted Trynia entering the building. He rushed back in and said to her, "Mrs. Eisen....almost.....how are you? I'm sort of surprised to see you here again."

"Hello..." Trynia said, realizing she had gotten lost inside the reception area. "I just came with Terri...and I think she's forgotten about me..."

"I heard from my assistant that Geno over there was less than gentlemanly," said Barry. He indicated Terri leading Gene to his limo.

"Well, let's say he gave me the stick about the band business coming first," said Trynia with a sigh.

"Hmmm, I'm heading out. Anywhere I can take you? I think I'm the last one out."

"Uh, where is Paul?" Trynia asked. "Can I look inside?"

"Sure, just this way..." he said, leading her over to the receptionist.

"Can Miss Merin go back and see the studio?"

The attractive receptionist, named Rita looked up at Trynia with a question, "Of course..."

"Has Mr. Stanley left yet?" Trynia asked.

"No... I believe he's back taking off his makeup... do you want me to call him?"

"That's not necessary," Trynia said. "I'll just go back..."

"Oh, sure. help yourself. I think Shannon might be there somewhere, cleaning up after all these hooligans."

"Yeah, thanks," Trynia nodded.

Trynia sighed as she sees a model apparently emerging from Paul's dressing room, giggling. She held a towel around her neck, and Trynia's spirits sank. In nothing but a swimsuit tank and shorts, she giggled a goodbye to whoever was inside.

Storming in, she notices Paul with his back to her, tugging at the belt that separated the two halves of his costume. He yelled out, "Shannon! You seen my watch? I know I left the damn thing right here."

He fluffed out his hair, and Trynia noticed his watch laying on the sofa. Slowly she picked it up, and walked up behind him, standing before the open wardrobe.

"SHAN!" he yelled louder. "You still there? Shan, what the hell? Have you seen my......." he stopped in surprise to see Trynia.

"I found your watch." she said, holding it out to him.

"Tryn....sweetheart!" he smiled. "You came back love!"

His arms wrapped her close, and she buried her face in his chest. She pressed the watch into his hand, and he kissed the top of her head softly. She inhaled his scent and rubs her cheek against his chest

"I'd hate to lose this baby. My dad gave this to me a few years back."

"Yes..." she sighed, wishing he didn't feel so damn good in her arms.

He rubbed her back soothingly, "Hey, Hon, about Gene earlier. I know he was a son of a bitch, but he's got a point, I suppose, about this shoot. We had to go through with it."

"I know," she sighed again.

"I'm just sorry he made you feel responsible for all the crap that's going on" he says to her, sympathetically.

"I feel like Yoko Ono,' Trynia sniffed. "Or Linda McCartney..."

"Hey.....what? Trynia, look at me," Paul exclaimed, holding her out at arms length. "If Kiss stands or falls, that's up to US, the ones who started it, and the ones that want to continue it. You've done nothing but support me. You keep it GOING, for God's sake."

"Then why does Gene think I'm insignificant?" Trynia asked. "He said compared to the damn band I was NOTHING! What a load of SHIT!"

He sighed, "Because.....Gene has a one-track mind. Kiss, Kiss and more Kiss."

"Without us fans he'd be NOTHING!" Trynia spat.

"I think what he was TRYING to say is that Kiss is a band that's survived almost 30 years now, and basically what he and I say goes. No one else. What's he's not realizing is that there are many others with a stake in this thing too....you, our baby, Terri, Jacob, Eric, Tommy, the fans, hell, everyone."

"Yes... I just wish I didn't feel so... inadequate... and unattractive. Why am I so damn jealous?" Trynia choked angrily. "I see one damn model walk out of here half dressed and I go nuts..."

"Jealous of WHAT, Hon? Of THEM? Sweetie, we've been through this before. They are here because they get a nice fat paycheck from Hefner. Hell, that's the reason I'M here."

"I know... I just... shit I HATE this... what is with me lately?" Trynia sighed, separating herself from him for a moment. "Terri said it was pregnancy..."

He paused for a moment and closed his eyes, "I hope that's it and that it's not that you don't think you can trust me. Because I HAVE been a good boy. And as God is my witness, I do not want anyone else in my bed....or my Jacuzzi....or my car....or backstage...or anywhere."

"No that's not it," she said softly. "I guess I just well feel... unattractive. Not to sound vain... but well..."

"And that chick out there.....to her, I'm dollar signs. She doesn't care if I'm Stanley Eisen from Queens, New York. For all she cares, I could be Jon Bon Jovi....or Alice Cooper....or Ricky Friggin' Martin."

"UGH! I'm glad I'm not married to Ricky Martin... I'd get jealous of his lovers..." she sighed. "And the fact I didn't have a lovegun of my own..."

He smiled, "And apparently I just can't tell you enough how gorgeous you are, and how much I love you. I guess I'm just not doing a good enough job, am I?"

She said nothing and inhaled the scent of his cologne, which is intoxicating. She murmured, "You smell so good."

He chuckled, "Maybe it's because I'm so naturally sexy.... Or maybe it's to mask the sweat from the hot lights."

"Damn I wish it wasn't so hard to resist you," she muttered to herself, not realized he could hear.

"And just who said anything about resisting me?" he teased her as he pushed her chin up with his finger, so that she was looking in his eyes.

She slipped out of his arms for a moment and turned to look at the mirror. For a time, she hugged herself.

"Tryn....please tell me. Honest to God. Me to you. Is there anything I can do about this? This FEELING you have lately?" Paul implored, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Am I screwing it up?"

"I wish I could spell it out and make it easy..." Trynia sighed.

"But I can't... I don't know... I don't think so..."

"Trynia... please..." Paul implored, his grip on her shoulder tightening as he rubbed it soothingly.

"I just... maybe I'm just imagining things..." she said, and turns to get her purse and walk out.

"Look.....we're supposed to get MARRIED next month. Is this a problem? I mean, a REAL problem?" she sees concern in his eyes.

"No, of course not!" she cried.

He grabbed her arm as she left, stopping her abruptly. Angrily he cried, "Damn it, love! What happened to us? You used to fall all over me."

She felt the sizable hand on her arm, wrapping totally around it. Tears sprang at the corners of her eyes, burning hot. She was furious at herself for being so vague.

"And now you're worried about what I'm thinking about you, only you won't listen to ME when I tell you what I'm REALLY thinking about you," Paul asked, voice cracking with sarcasm. "So basically you know better about what I'm thinking than I do. That's great. You and Gene both. Apparently he knows what's best for me too."

"Don't lump me in with gene," she mutters to herself.

"I must just be taking up space," Paul snorted.

"No.... that's not it Paul!" Trynia protested.

He spun around, hand combing violently through his long hair, "So, then, WHAT? Are you wanting me to tell you that I find you fat and unattractive? Because I WON'T. And I DON'T!"

"I wish I knew why I felt so crazy then..." she sighed. "Why can't I just ENJOY being with you? Why am I always questioning things then?"

"I don't know. That's the million-dollar question. I wish I knew why you were pulling away. Damn, I wish I knew." Paul sighed, turning his back to her and peering in the mirror. "Six months ago, you would have laughed at that photo shoot. You would have slapped handcuffs on me when we got home and tortured me all night and LAUGHED about it. We would have had FUN. Now it just seems that everything I do makes you doubt me more."

"I'm doing it again, letting you down," she whispered.

"Because if you're going to accuse me of screwing a model, then maybe I should......"

"NO don't you dare!" Trynia cried, anger flaring through her again. He stopped himself and kicked the ground with his toe. She pulled off her glasses and threw them onto the makeup table.

"Look at us..." she cried. "What have we done... what have I done?"

"Yeah, great idea. Can we? Will you PLEASE tell me what's gone wrong?" he asked angrily. "I won't f**ck up another marriage. I won't."

"Oh Paul I don't know... I'm sorry..." she started to cry, but then held back her tears as she grew even angrier at herself. She bit her lip and forced herself to stare into his eyes when he turned to face her again. She looked so small compared to him and he feels terribly sorry for her. He walked over to her and puts his arms around her.

"Oh god you feel so good," she whispered.

"I won't, Tryn. I won't screw up another one. Do you hear me? You have my solemn promise. We're going to find a way out."

"I miss you so much sometimes," she whispered. "But I don't want to be in the way of you and the band..."

"I'm right here. You don't have to miss me..." he whispered quietly.

"Paul... Stanley I missed you so much... oh that sounds so cheesy...."

"I missed you too, baby. And part of that is my fault. I've just been busting my ass here trying to get things going...songs written...interviews...something. Just to keep it going. And maybe what I need to do is take a deep breath and spend some time with you."

"Not on band time," she said, imitating Gene.

"F***ck band time. This baby is as much mine as it is his. Almost MORE so sometimes. Band time is as much when I say it as when he does."

"Then why does he act like such a pompous ass?" she asked, kissing his chest softly. "You are the heart of KISS... he's the damn wallet and drive."

"Because he's Gene, that's why. He's always been like that and he always will. I don't know. Maybe you can overanalyze it and say that Kiss saved Gene from a life of poverty and confusion. The whole immigrant thing. Maybe that's part of it. Maybe some is jealousy....."

"Really?" she asked. "Why would he be jealous of you?"

"I mean, Linda and I pretty much didn't get along from the beginning. He always hated her, and frankly, I spent a lot of time hating her too.

So she was never a THREAT, you see. Now you. I think in a warped kind of way, he sees you as taking me away from him. From the band."

"Oh good lord... but what about Terri?" Trynia groaned. "She's not a threat to the band... what makes her different from me?"

"Not the same. He can turn Terri on and off when he wants. He wants to spend time with Terri, great. He doesn't, he can go out and do his thing. With you however, he doesn't have that control," said Paul.

"No... and he never will," Trynia answered firmly. "I'm not some thing I'm a human being."

"I think Gene sees himself as needing to keep me close to Kiss...almost a captives sometimes. And he sees YOU as someone who might lead me astray. Maybe I'm just babbling. Gene would laugh his ASS off if he heard me, but I think part of it anyway is true." Paul laughed.
"How would I do that? I would go to the ends of the earth with you guys?" Trynia asked.

"I KNOW you would, honey, and he'll see that with time." Paul said.

"I loved being on the road with you guys... And living in hotels and traveling was exciting! I only want to be with you."

"And part of it might be the whole Linda thing. He tried and tried to convince me not to marry her. Maybe he feels....I don't know, hon. I don't think I'm helping..." he sighed, throwing his hands up in exasperation with himself.

"I wonder if he feels like if you marry me you're betraying some unwritten rule?" Trynia asked. "I'm NOT Linda."

"No, you're NOT! I wouldn't be marrying you if you were. You're sweet, beautiful Trynia who won't believe me when I tell her how incredible she is," he said sadly, breaking his embrace with her. "Ten zillion women wanting to rip my clothes off and there's only ONE I'm trying to charm and it's not working. Excuse me while I wallow in self pity..."

"Paul..." Trynia said slowly, a light dawning in her head. "I think I know what the problem is. I've just been denying it all along."

"Please.....tell me."

"It's not you, but it's me. My low opinion of myself..." Trynia said, taking his shoulder and moving around to face him. "It's getting in the way. Of course, I may be all the things you say... Why can't I believe them?"

"And what can I do about that? How can I get the woman back I once had?" Paul asked. "Even if they ARE true. You USED to believe them.....didn't you?"

"I did... or tried too..." Trynia sighed. "Or had a very good imitation of them... But for years I struggled with not liking who I was... It's coming back to haunt me..."

He listened to her quietly, and realized what she had. The haunting damage of self inflicted pain of many years. He urged her to continue, stroking her hand as he closed his around hers.

"In trying to please my parents... and then you... And now trying to thin of pleasing mom and dad again with this wedding..."

"I don't want you to feel like you have to 'please' me. Just be the happy little sweetheart that I so desperately miss," said Paul softly.

"I'm scared of what they will think of their good little catholic girl walking up that aisle pregnant... but you know what...."

She suddenly broke away, and moved over to the makeup mirror. She fingered the bottles there of Paul's makeup. For a time, she looked at herself in the mirror.

"It's what YOU want. What I want. This baby is HERE, Tryn. It's going to come..." he said softly, moving up behind her.

"I'm SICK of living up to other people's expectations! I want to be happy DAMN IT!" Trynia said suddenly, grabbing a bottle and slamming it down. "And I WILL BE!"

"HELL, yes, baby! That's it! Now....tell me what you need me to do. Right here, right now," Paul urged, grabbing her shoulders tightly.

"While you're angry. BEFORE you lose your nerve. If you want to slap me and call me a bastard, well, then,...... If it will help."

She moved away, and grabbed at something around her neck. He noticed she wore a gold crucifix in the last few days, and she angrily broke the chain in an attempt to remove it. Voice choked with emotion she cried, "All my life I tried pleasing other people. It ends NOW!"

"It's not about me, is it? It's about you....about them" he said, realizing the true import.

"YES!" she sobbed in anger, hurling the necklace at the mirror. "I can't be that good little girl... I failed so miserably, and I just can't... I can't..."

"I love you..." he choked, utterly unsure of what was appropriate to say.

"And I'll never think you failed. I mean, you're going to marry some idiot ex-cab driver who happens to know how to put lyrics together, but that's not something we can't overcome, right?"

There came the passing of something, and Trynia's breath heaved in and out. Paul saw the relief and shock come over her face as the moment of clarity passed.

"Oh god... I threw my confirmation cross... what is come over me?" she gasped.

"And nothings' happened... has it?" Paul asked, leaning over and picking up the gleam of gold. "The world hasn't come to an end...."

She said nothing as he held it out in the palm of his hand toward her. Tears in her eyes she regarded it, holding out her own hand hesitantly to accept it. Placing it in her palm, he kissed her lightly on the head.

"Let me love you, Tryn. Let me in. Even if you don't let anyone else, please let me," he implored.

She went to him, hugging him tightly about the waist as if he would dissolve before her. Kissing his chest, she sobbed. He hugged her back, tightly while running his fingers through her hair. Her hands wandered down his back and squeezed his buttocks between her hands. He chuckled slightly. Her tears were hot on his chest. Tightly pressed against his crotch, she felt him against her stomach hardening in excitement.

Moving his hands down from her hair to her back, he rubbed her back lightly. She pulled away, stroking his chest lightly with her fingers, just savoring the feel of his curly hair. He traced his fingers along the line of her bra. Reaching up, she stroked and gently pinched his muscular arms. IT is as if she is a sculptress massaging him.

"Got a deal for you, Mrs. Eisen. How about I put the lyrics away for the night, and take you home and baby you?" he whispered. "No phones...no email....no damn songs. Just us."

"Oh god yes..." she whispered, choking. "That was all I wanted..."

"Oh and Aaron..." he began, then poked her in the ribs. "JUST kidding!".

"That is why God invented Babysitters," she teased back. "And pretty maids named Christine."

"Hmmmmmmm. Haven't noticed," he answered, kissing her forehead.

"Haven't noticed what?" she asked.

He tries to maintain a straight face, and grinned, "Oh, attractiveness of maids. That sort of thing."

"You crazy nut, I love you, you know that?"

He laughed and leaned down to kiss her, "And I love you too, mommy."

She leaned up, seized the sides of his face and pulled him into a hard hungry kiss. Her hips rocked against him for a moment, and she stroked her hands through his hair.

He hummed, "Now That's more like it."

She pulled back teasingly for a moment, closing her lips to his tongue. He pouted at her, "Any more of that for me?"

"I don't know... what are you willing to do for it?"

"Oho, a tease?" He chuckled.

"Your favorite," she smiled.

"Damn, you know me too well. Hmmmmmmm...... How about I take you home, annnndddd....." he looked up to the sky as in mock-thought. "Throw a frozen dinner in the micro and......nah....that wouldn't do.... Log on together and answer boring Ask Paul email.....nope....that's not it either...."

"Hmmm..." she chuckled. She started feather kisses up and down his chest, licking softly. Lightly she kissed his belly button, and breathed softly on his stomach.

"Maybe we go home and call mom and let her harp on us for awhile... not sure THAT would work either.... ORRRR as a special treat jusssstttt for you, I pull that Dynasty costume out of storage and do a special little strip-tease for you."

"Mmm," she hummed slipping onto her knees before him and hugging him tightly around the knees. Against him she rubbed her cheek and hummed softly.

"Or POSSIBLY I just pull these TIGGGHHHTTT pants down right here...sort of...yeah, that's it."

Her hair tickled his hips as she rubs him in her hand for a moment.

Softly she takes him into her mouth, and lightly nibbles the tip of him, working her tongue around before licking the base of his lovegun.

"God, baby, it's been FOREVER since we've done this" he purred. He was wedged between her tongue and the roof of her warm mouth. As he places his fingers around her head, he said loudly, "Ohhhhhhhh, damn!"

She gripped his ass tightly, pulling him in the back of her throat for a moment, and almost gagging. Grasping her hair, he pulled her off him slightly.

"Easy" he whispered, "I want this to be good for you too."

She backed off a bit, licking his shaft again, and working to the tip softly. He began to rock his hips slightly, not wanting to overwhelm her. Her hands stroked lightly down the backs of his thighs, and she breathed deeply through her nose.

"Sweet.....God, you are so sweet...." he murmured, eyes tightly shut.

Each contour of his muscular thighs she savored, caressing, squeezing, pinching and massaging. Her nails dug into his skin for a moment. She heard him gasp as she clenched. In alarm she pulled back, worried she had hurt him.

"I'm sorry..."

"Jeez, Tryn, DON'T....stop......." he panted, holding her head a bit rougher.

For a moment, she rubbed his lovegun in her hand, before slipping it into her mouth once more. With a combination of kneading the base with her fingers and working with her lips, she feels the softness overtop his hardened passion. He began to moan softly, then louder. For a moment, she glanced up at him. He had his eyes shut still and she can see him whispering to himself. She tugged his pants down around his ankles

"You're so perfect," she whispered.

"Please.....damn....please....more....." he whispered. Again she resumed, sucking harder and more insistently.

"So sweet...so sweet...so sweet....." he whispered to himself, between soft cries. He was not even aware he was speaking aloud at that point. She moaned too, with him in her mouth. Enjoying feeling his hardened lovegun on her tongue. His rocking became more insistent too, as he is slamming into her at a pretty good pace. She gripped his ass again, fingers digging into it for support.

"Please....God...just please....." he sighs. In unison, she rocked with him.

"I'm going to.....oh God....oh Jeez....Tryn......I'm....."

"Come for me," she muttered. He threw his head back, his hair sliding down his back. She buried him deep into her throat, that last second. Forgetting they are in a public place, he began to moan very loudly. Half gagging, she tried to take him in as far as he will go, and backs up a bit her hands are arond his base, her mouth over the rest.

"So good....feels....so........daaaaaaaaaaammmm!" he screamed as he felt himself reach orgasm. She tasted the bitter excitement of him on her tongue, and swallowed. He almost stumbled backwards a bit and caught himself. Eyes were still shut, and his ruby lips were parted.

"The best, sweetheart. You are the best!" he gasped. She gently removed him from her mouth and half climbed up his body, slowly pulling off her underwear and stepping out of them. He slowly opened his eyes.

Still she tenderly rubbbed him in one hand. He looked at her with a direct stare, "Now, it's my turn!"

She released him, and stepped back. A coy smile came over her lips, and she whispered, "It's a good thing that Terri took the Demon away. Or else he would be charging admission..."

"Or else he'd bitch about band time," Paul laughed, licking his lips and slipping the rest of the way out of his spandex before he tripped. She rushed away, almost tripping before he caught her.

"He's like a pit bull when it comes to matters of KISS," Paul continued. She reaches over and kissed his shoulder blade lightly.

"Paul, I know that you've given your life, your soul to Kiss and Gene knows that too. Don't let his bullshit get you down."

"Thank you," he laughed. "I just wish... he'd stop being such a PRICK about it, though."

She laughs, "Gene....not be a prick? Impossible. Look under prick and you see his name."

They giggled for a time, but Trynia continued, "Before we were... occupied... I didn't just come back to unload.... I stopped by to tell you I'm sorry. I know you've got to hurry now, but I wanted to make sure you knew that."

"Sorry for what?" he laughed. "Having feelings?"

"Sorry for being a baby. Sorry for coming in here and causing a scene. I should have pulled you aside quietly, instead I got you all upset, got Shannon and Gene all upset...and now you've even got to reapply your makeup because of me."

"I've had worse days," he laughed ruefully. She giggled and kissed his tattoo lightly. He spun around and took her into his arms, kissing her chest lightly. He bramded her with his red lipstick overtop the tatoo.

"Nah, there IS no other Starchild. Your worst days beat the heck out of most people best ones," she laughed.

"Hmm. how about we stop worrying about Gene and I'll give you a much better lovegun to think about then Gene's prick..." Paul licked his lips. He caught her from behind and began to unzip her dress slowly. Her clothes soon whispered to the floor, her apearance matching his.