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Meanwhile, Gene sat in his limo, Terri at his side. He slowly stroked a hand up her thigh, Terri leaning into the curve of his arm. Both listened to Paul McCartney's "Silly Love Songs" track from his Wings Greatest Hits CD.

"Mmm, this is the life," she sighed, kicking off her shoes. "Paul McCartney, diet coke and the man I love."

"Mmm, indeed. I have to admit that it is a pleasant surprise having you come after me," he grinned, taking a sip of Fresca. "Especially since you had that big meeting with those hotshot clients of yours earlier."

"I missed you, you big lug," she laughed.

"Jacob?" Gene asked. "Who's watching the kid?"

"He's staying with Nicholas and Sofia, having brother/sister time.... And I asked Shannon to take him for tonight..." Terri smiled.

"I like a woman that takes initiative," Gene purred, stroking his hand ever higher. Glancing up at the separator, he mouthed "take five' to Steve. Nodding, Steve raised the privacy screen, and exited the limo.

"Gene, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Terri laughed.

"Not that I don't mind having the tyke around, but I am VERY happy that you came after me..."

"You said that not five minutes ago," she chuckled, pinching his ribs.

"True. But you didn't come here alone, did you?" he said.

"What are you talking about.

"I know you came here with your partner in crime..."

"Who me?" Terri tried to look innocent.

"You can't fool me, the master of trickery," Gene winked, and reached for his cell phone. "Besides all I have to do is call Stanley to see if he's occupied..."

"Hey, don't you DARE!" Terri cried. "Stop!"

"Make me..." Gene stuck out his tongue at her, punching buttons on his phone.

"OOH you are asking for it!" she said and tried to grab the phone, but Gene played keep a way with it

"Now, doll, just a QUICK call. I'm sure the boy is DYING to hear from me. " He tossed her a cheesy grin, moving away from her onto another limo seat.

"You BUM!" she said, scooting over and lunging for it. He laughed evilly. His arms, of course, were much longer than hers were. Also, he had Paul on speed dial. She leaned over and grabbed for the phone, sprawling across his lap. Gene screamed and laughed, tickling her as she reaches for the phone.

"DOWN, girl! Down!" he howled with laughter. She poked her fingers into his ribs, between his shirt and jacket. Pinning him down, she desperately tickled every inch of him in a mirthful assault.

"Gimme that! NOW!"

"Now, sweetie, this won't hurt a BIT!" he chuckled as he pressed his ear to the phone.

"No, but it might hurt You," she said, lunging and suddenly nipping him in the neck playfully.

"God...errrrr..." he says as she bites him, "STANLEY!" he yells into the phone. As he tried to fend her off, he snuggled her at the same time. She started to rub his chest, and her leg brushed against his groin inadvertently.

"STANLEY!" Gene yells again, "Where the hell are you?" he laughs merrily.

The phone clicked on and Paul answered, "Hello? Is this who I THINK IT is?"

"Hell, yeah, pretty boy! Get your ass out of there NOW, before they start charging us monthly rate. How damn long can it take to slab off your makeup?"

"I dunno, how long does it take the Demon to unmask?" he asked, panting a bit.

"Unless..." he grinned at Terri and pinches her cheek, "you've been preoccupied."

Terri suddenly sticks her tongue in his ear and breathes against Gene's cheek. She began to nibble on his earlobe. Slipping between his jacket and shirt, she rubbed his chest through his shirt. Gene laughed at her again and yelled into the phone, "Soooo, let me guess. You having hot sex or running laps?"

"It depends on whose lap you mean Geno."

Terri's hip brushed against Gene's groin again, as she shifted to get more on top of him. Grunting he rocked his body so she was completely on top of him, and lay back with a sigh of contentment. Paul heard slight laughter in the background and heard Gene whisper something, "Soooo...uh...what did you think of the shoot?"

"I'd prefer to reserve judgement on that at this time," Paul said slowly, panting. "Let's leave band business on band time."

"Hey, now Paulie," he teased, "EVERY minute is band business for me" he winks at Terri.

"Shut up," Terri said, smacking Gene on the ear a bit hard.

"So, what's the damn plan, Stan? We all going to go out to eat or what?" Gene asked.

"You buying Gene?"

"My treat even. Just a little something from me with love."

"Mmm, like From Russia, huh?" Paul teased. "Do I have to get my standard James Bond kit?"

"Just bring the big busted babes, my man. That's good enough for me."

"Gene..." Terri warned, and nips his ear.

"And you can even tell Tryn she can sit by me at the restaurant. She'll be tickled shitless" he laughed.

"Well mind if I bring my own?" Paul asked.

"Well, only if you behave," Gene said.

"You should talk, man!" Paul chuckled. "If you make any more snide comments about band business or band time I'll have Terri kick your ass."

"My ass...hell, she threatened to couch me, if you follow my drift."

"That's right," Terri shouted into the phone.

"I mean, KISS is one thing. Sex is a whole OTHER animal," he chuckled.

She rubbed him through his dark pants, deliberately to distract him.

"You pick the place, Stanley. Wherever you two love birds want to roost is fine with me." He grinned at Terri as he put his large hands over hers and guided her to where he wants it. Softly she kisses Gene's cheek and his forehead, and rubs him deliberately. He stretched across the limo seat with Terri on top of him, sighing and moaning softly.

"STANLEY!" he yelled, "Quick! Where's it going to be?"

"I dunno what about that new place?" Paul asked. "What's the hurry?"

"I've got...uhhhh...a pressing situation" he grins evilly.

"Not the sports bar... but the other one..." Paul suggested, shuddering at the thought of the bar where Trynia had been assaulted.

"Off of Sunset? P-perfect," he purred to Terri. Terri cut Gene off with a soft kiss for a moment. Gene yielded for the time being, humming with contentment at he soft kisses.

"And Terri says that's fine. She'll eat ANYTHING." he chuckled at his own pun, as he ground his pelvis teasingly into her. She rubbed back, stroking through his shirt, starting to unbutton it teasingly.

"How long gene?" Paul asked.

"Give us...uhhhh...20 minutes" he says, breath getting heavy, as he looks at his watch.

"Sure thing. I'll get a table," Paul chuckled. "And Gene... don't break your neck getting here..."

"Now WHEN would I ever hurry my lady along for the likes of you?" Gene panted.

"I dunno Gene, sometimes you are the minute man when it comes to getting to the good stuff..."

"Did you HEAR that?" he said loudly to Terri, "The friggin' MINUTE man? Honey, set... him.... Straight."

Terri slipped her hand between Gene's shirt and his bare chest, rubbing seductively downwards, as she fingers his belt.

"Twenty minutes, Paulie boy. We'll be there." Gene sighed. "You just sit back and watch how a REAL man romances his woman."

"Whatever you say, Gene," Paul chuckled. "Aww will you now?"

"Watch and learn" he laughed.

"How can I watch wise ass when you're on the phone?" Paul teased.

"Oh, you'll hear us soon enough" he bragged. "Just got your ass out of there and get us a good table."

"Will do," Paul said. "And Gene... Have FUUN..."

He clicked off the phone, then pretended to press the talk button again, "Now, to call your mom...."

Terri shook her finger at him, "You do, and you're WALKING home..."

He threw his head back and laughed again. He slowly hands her the phone, "Here.... Take it.... Before this damn thing gets me in trouble."

She grabbed it, shifting forward so she is straddling him to get it. She asked, "Whoops... sorry... did that hurt?"

"Hurt? Me? Little girl, you've got to try a LOT harder than that."

"Oh REALLY?" she asked.

"Uh...HUHHHH..." he took his index finger and dragged it up her arm slowly. Terri reached for his belt and then stops teasingly.

"The lady's after my belt!" he teased, "You got plans to whip me silly?"

"Mmm could be," she says, unbuckling it and snaking it out of the loops instead of unzipping his pants. Pinning him under her she slipped it around his wrists and secured them to the door handle.

"Momma's taking control," he cooed to her, "I'm starting to LIKE this."

He licked his lips in an exaggerated fashion with his long tongue. She reached down and tied his shoelaces together playfully. He attempted to reach up and bring her down, but he was helpless. His eyes blazed amber with desire at her.

"Sooooooo, you're driving tonight, sweetheart?" he said, with bedroom eyes.

"You could say that, and guess who's riding shotgun?"

"Mmmmmmmmm, stealing a line from my good friend Paulie, I've got a gun that I plan to shoot for you."

"Are you gonna Bang Bang me?" she chuckled, licking his neck.

"Of COURSE I am, sweetheart. Just... need...to...figure out...how..." he whispered.

"That's your challenge," she teased.

'I lovvvveeee challenges," his eyes flirted with her as he struggled against the bonds teasingly. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and rubbed him through them.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, more, more, more" he says as he closes his eyes for a moment, "I'm at your mercy."

"I like that," she grinned, and began to slowly strip her clothes for him.

"Do what you will, fair lady. Just make sure you do it hard and long..." he smiled, eyes still half closed. Reaching under his head she pulled out his ponytail and runs her hands through his thick hair. She unfastened her bra, and brushed her chest over his lips. He growled, Demon style, suckling her hungry breasts for a time.

"Mm, it's hard and it's hot and it FEELS good" she laughs, rubbing his crotch.

"Goddddddddddddddddddd, I love you," he grinned, burying his head between her bared breasts. "But I have one light favor to ask...."

"What?"

"Come down here close to me so I can kiss those lips, sweetheart."

She leaned close, playfully licking his lips with her tongue. He gave her his best innocent look, when she pulled back teasingly. He mock whined for a moment, "Wasn't long enough!"

"Hey knock that off, it's Paul that is the pouter!" she scolded him. "And you are a rotten imitation of him..."

"I just want to be loved!" he blinked at her, in mock innocence. She sees the wolf in sheep's clothing though.

"Okay, but no more cheap Paul pouts..."

"Uh-huh. I've learned my lesson..."

"How well have you learned it?"

"Nowwwww...just come down here a bit." He urged. She leaned down, breathing in his face with hot puffs, rubbing her breasts to his now bared chest. He bucked up his legs, trying to throw her off balance. He ended up hitting his knee rather hard and gasped in laughter and pain.

"Damn it, Simmons!" he yelled in laughter.

"Aww poor widdle Genie banged his knee?" she says in a cutesy voice. She leaned over and kisses it briskly.

"The Demon compels you to stop!" he commanded, eyes sparkling, voice deep and rich.

"Ooh we're getting hot and bitchy now?" she asked, shivers tingling her body.

"Anddddd. He's also requesting that you move that trail of kisses further up my leg." He urged, and was glad when she did so, winking as she rubbed his knee tenderly to dull the pain. "Awwwww, damn, what would I do without you."

"Chase a bunch of groupies?" she chuckled. "To get a good warm bed each night?"

"A full bed, maybe, but not a warm one," he grinned seductively at her. "You're my chief bed warmer."

"MM I like being your bedwarmer... as often as I can..." she purred, moving close so he can kiss her. He does, tenderly.

As they parted, he whispered, "See, learned my lesson. I'm a good boy now."

"Really? Do tell! You are an old softie when you want to be..." she whispered, kissing his cheeks one after the other.

"Got that backwards, love. I'm a softie UNTIL I want you." he wiggled his hips suggestively. "And speaking of which..."

"Speaking..." She laughed, pushing aside his shirt and working on his pants.

"Your baby's getting impatient," he whispered to her, "How much long do I have to wait?"

He attempted to rise up to meet her again, as she pushed him down.

"Not much longer," she whispered, wriggling out of her underwear seductively.

"God bless America!" he whispered in appreciation. She threw her briefs aside and teasingly sat on his bare stomach.

"Hmmm, and has anyone told you how incredibly hot you look lately?" he grinned at her hungrily.

"Mmm, well only in the last 2 days..."

"And how incredibly badly I want to rip this damn belt to shreds and ravish you?"

"I know..." she whispered. "That's the idea..."

"You DOOOO come up with the best ideas, don't you, beautiful?" he squirmed suggestively, getting VERY impatient. She teased him with one hand, slipping down his pants to his knees.

"I think I just will sit right here..."

"Make yourself comfortable," he croaked as he struggled lightly against the belt.

"I intend to..." she laughed. "MM, remind me to thank those playboy bunnies for warming you up for me... Mmm you are ready..."

"Don't forget, my love. They're just the appetizers. You've my main course. Better than ANYTHING that fancy restaurant of Paul's is going to have" his eyes blazed at her.

"I love being your main course, Mr. Simmons," she panted, rocking her hips as she slides over him.

"Mmmmmm, who needs a menu? I've ordered for life." He growled. She began with a slow teasing rhythm, building up as she leans over to kiss him. He hummed lightly as they kissed, changing slowly into a growl as he ground up into her. Terri gasped in mingled surprise and pleasure. He was doing the best he can to give her a wild ride. He chuckled slightly as he hears his cell phone ring.

"Should I get that..." she gasped, but continued to buck.

"You do, and you're toast..." he whispered.

"Oh, so it's okay for you to bug Paulie but the reverse isn't permitted?"

"You getting mouthy again?" he winked at her as he bites her lip slightly.

"Oww, you wretch!" she groaned. She suddenly realized Gene had kicked his shoes off. He cackled merrily and flung his knees up to rest on her back.

"Just continue sexing me, you wild thing and I won't be forced to flip you," he laughed.

"Flip me? Oh god Gene..." she moaned.

"Ooh, you've got it now, doll." he whispered as he closed his eyes. She leaned over and kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth. She heard him moan as well as he struggled to get closer to her. At the last minute she reached up and freed his hands.

"Do you know how badly it kills me to just not be able to flip you over and take control?" he whispered. He smiled up at her and brings his arms so that they are around her neck. He pulls her tightly to him, and gave her a passion-filled kiss, as she continues to ride him. She groaned, bucking on him, till he rolled over on top of her and stabbed even deeper inside, wrapping her around him.

"DAMN, Terri!" he cried, as the phone rang again. She grabbed it and clicked it.

"Hmm I wonder who this is..." came Paul's voice.

*F**cking Stanley!" he sobbed.

Taking the phone she shouted, "we DON't want ANY! I've already got ENOUGH! OH GOD!"

Her scream split the air as Gene rammed deep into her one last time, his excitement erupting inside her with sizable force. He rolled over one last time so she was again on top.

"Uh.... Terri?" Paul chuckled. She heard both Paul and Trynia laughing.

"Just so you know.... We got us a table."

"Oh god..." she groaned.

"See you soon!" Paul laughed merrily as he hung up.

"Rotten sneak," Terri groaned, panting as she lay across Gene, exhausted.

Gene reached his hands up and covered his face. "I'm going to kick his ass all the way back to Queens."

"I'm sorry baby..." she apologized, kissing him.

"Nah...." he smiled up at her, "I DID tell him 20 minutes, so I guess it's my own damn fault. Besides, paybacks.... They are ESPECIALLY helicons coming from the God of Thunder."

He sat up partially and gave her a big comfortable hug, as he kissed her head. He whispered into her ear, "Thank you for tonight. I was, most likely, a perfect ass and you overlooked it anyway."

She sighed and wrapped her legs around his waist, fingering his hair,

"You were..."

"News flash," he chuckled, "It won't be the last time."

"Aww shit, you are impossible..."

"NO, actually I'm very easy." he tickled her.

"Yes you are, VERY easy..."

"But worth it, right?" he asked.

"Umm yes..." she sighed, stretching. "You drive me insane, but I love you anyway."

He kissed her again and looked at his watch, "Hmmm, I'd love to sit here all night with you, but at this very moment, we're keeping the lovely couple waiting."

He kissed her again reluctantly. She pulled away and handed him his shirt. Grinning he joked, "Is this where the lady says, "It's been fun. I'll CALL you"?"

"MM this is where you get one last kiss from her," she whispers, leaning close and kissing him again.

"And she promises that I can see her again." he whispered, pulling up his pants and buckling his belt again.

"Whenever you want..." she whispered back, buttoning his shirt and searching for her panties.

"Whenever I want...God, I love you." he chuckled.

"Mmm," she chuckled back as Gene put himself back together. He rubbed her back slightly as he reached down to pick up the phone and call his driver. She handed it to him.

"Steve.... I think we're ready, if you want to head on over."

"Will do boss."

"Just a few more stops. We're meeting Paul at the Blue Room on Sunset for dinner."

"Sure thing... I'm on my way..."

"You drop us off there, and you've got a couple of hours to kill."

"Wow, thanks!"

"Good man" Gene chuckles.

"Get dressed" he whispers to Terri, "He's on his way."

She searched for her things, muttering, "Where the hell is my bra?"

Gene looked at her with a slow developing devilish grin, "Now WHERE did I see that last?"

"Here?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah. My coat pocket." He reached over and patted his leather jacket mockingly.

"How did it get *there*?"

"Hmmm. Remember when you reached over to answer the phone? Let's just say I took a hostage."

"Oh you SNEAK!" she said, pulling on her panties and stockings once more. "But I guess you won't be needing THESE then...

She held up his underwear, causing him to laugh loudly, "Give those back, you naughty little girl."

"Make me..."

"Thought I just did, sweetheart." He looked up and saw Steve knocking on the window.

"Hmm, I wonder when you'll be able to TAKE these back?" she winked at Gene.

"Tell you what. An even trade. I'll give you THIS back.... If you give me that...AND promise to be my eternal love slave." he said mock-seriously.

"Done..." she said, and handed his underwear back, with his cell phone. He smiled at her, kissed the fabric of her bra cup lightly, and handed it back to her.

"Put it on me?" she asked. He handed her his coat as well so that she could cover herself from Steve's eyes. Giving her a broad smile he said, "I thought you'd never ask"

Delicately he turned her around, and she let him fasten it. The partition slid down slightly and Steve asked, "The Blue Room, Mr. Simmons?"

"Yeah, and step on it and we'll have to hear Stanley whine all night."

"Don't you mean W-i_n_e?" Terri joked, buttoning her blouse.

"God, you REALLY want to see HIM drunk?" Gene threw back his head and laughs. "Not a pretty sight. He's even more neurotic than ever."

"Great a Neurotic New York City Jew," she joked. "As if Woody Allan wasn't enough!"

"Besides.... He's already going to be pissed at me by the end of the evening" he breathed on her neck as he finished the hooks.

"What have you got under your sleeve?"

"Well, let's just say I have a merchandising idea. Well, I should say HAD. I've already signed some papers...bad boy that I am."

"Oh lord WHAT did you think of Now?"

"And he's going to give me holy hell as usual for not consulting him."

"Gene..."

"You know, Terr. I'm going to bring back the Kiss Condoms. Re-release them. A big ad campaign. Put me on the cover as the Chief Field Scientist. Stuff like that."

"Shut up!" she groaned.

"No, REALLY. It's a done deal," he said. "Well, almost. STILL have to listen to Stanley bitch about it."

"Next you'll be selling sex toys shaped like your tongue!" she teased. "Or a rocket for a rocket ride! Or one with purple feathers on it for Paul!"

"Or he'd DEFINITELY piss and moan about that. Suddenly he's Mr. Morals, you know. Trynia's got him so whipped, he's... uhhhh... never mind."

"Shut the hell up before I whip your ass," she warned playfully, smacking his leg.

"Just be prepared for the fireworks. Gotta bring it up at some point. Mike wants to post it on KOL tomorrow morning if possible," he warned. "And with Paul lurking on KOL now, there's NO pulling the wool over his eyes."

"You are terrible Gene."

"Think he'd mind if I reminded him that if HE has used a Kiss Condom, he wouldn't have such a moody little dilemma sitting at his side." Gene grinned widely; knowing Terri will hit him.

"And I suppose you think our little bundle of joy was a freaking dilemma?" she asked bitterly.

"Hey, HEY! JOKE, ok? Really, a JOKE."

"Yeah, so funny I forgot to laugh." She snorted.

He reached down and kissed her forehead, and she pulled away muttering, "Go away you horrible man."

"Hon, don't spoil what we just had." Gene urged, clenching her hand. "I'm TRYING to make you laugh."

"You're sucking miserably at it." She snorted. He reached out to tickle her slightly to see if it has any effect.

"I like the sucking part..." he joked, only to see her frown. "Don't you?"

"Gene, I don't appreciate stupid cracks at Tryn and Paul's decision to have a kid." she said firmly.

"That's it," He threw up his hands in surrender.

"She's very vulnerable right now..." Terri continued to explain. "Do you know her parents don't know?"

"Lesson learned. It's just...funny.... That's all," he cracked a smile, searching her face for any signs of humor.

"Why?"

"Because...I don't know..."

"Help me out here."

"She's just so darn...moody. She's become like a female Paul." Gene explained.

"Oh..." she suddenly realized. "Oh my god..."

"You KNOW I love the man. God knows I do, but by the end of the night, you watch. He's going to be playing a pissy act."

"Oh NO!" she groaned. "And..... What's so funny?"

"I'm gonna have to put up with Paul squared!" she cried. "SHIT! Paul and Pauline!"

"You mean, you're just NOW noticing this?" he asked, pretending to be astonished.

"And they'll both take FOREVER to look at the damn WINE list..."

"Guaran-damn-teed. By the end of the night, he'll be pissed because of the condom thing and she'll be pissed because HE'S pissed. Write it down."

"I don't have to, I'll freaking REMEMBER it!" she poked Gene. HE looked at her and burst out laughing.

"At least she's not Linda. God, honey, you sure missed a dozy in that flake."

"Ick I read about that piece of work in the fanzines!"

"At least your ex and I get along! Shannon is cool!"

"Talk about your whiners. She had him wrapped around her little finger there for awhile. It was terrible."

"Gene... tell me something..."

"Then she quit putting out, and well, the most beautiful package in the world doesn't do you any good if you can't open it, if you catch my drift," He stretched down to put his boot on, "Hmmm. you seeking my wisdom, darling?"

"Gene, are you afraid Paul is being q whipped by Tryn?"

He sighed and straightened up a bit. "No....I mean...not exactly. I guess I just remember all too clearly, how he got over Linda. And how badly he screwed her over. And how we had to hear about her evil ways for years."

"Gene... what makes her and Paul different from you and me?"

"Because, love, you are...oh, how can I put this..." he muttered.

"You get OVER things. You know what I mean? You can get royally furious with me, but then it's over and we have great sex. Trynia.... I don't know...I just think she and Paul feed off each other sometimes. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"I mean, I think they are GREAT together. I really do. And if he wanted to break up with her, I'd kick his ass."

"Yes," she sighed.

"I guess you're afraid little Paulie will get his heart broken?" she asked.

"But I think sometimes she needs to be a little tougher with him. Maybe you can help her with that."

"I can," Terri nodded, as he patted her leg. "But I'll say it is YOUR idea."

"Because you KNOW Paul. You remember how he was about the whole Linda thing, and the whole threesome thing with Trynia and I. You give him a topic and let him start wallowing in it and he'll dig a hole deeper and deeper. He needs her to get in his face and say GET OVER IT!"

"Yes he does," said Terri. "Like you told me to do with Paul..."

"Yes, absolutely, doll. I think she's getting there. She's much less timid than she was. I just need her to stay out of KISS stuff that's all." he smiled at Terri.

"But again I ask Gene, why is that different from you and me? I mean you do ask my opinion from time to time regarding that..."

He stretched back in the limo and draped his arm over her, "Sweetie...I don't know.... You're just...different. Maybe it's because I'm used to you and I'm comfortable with you."

"I know that, and me too." She laughed. "Duh."

"And I know I can bounce things off you without you getting all emotional."

"Well it's because it's your decision." Teri said, snuggling against him and laying her head on his chest. "And I know as long as you want too you'll do it... Regardless of what I think."

"But see.... I can tell you I want to develop Kiss mouthwash and you can tell me it's a crappy idea, and I can laugh and do it anyway, and you don't CARE. Am I making any sense? We don't let it affect our relationship."

"Yes..." she nodded. "Like I write a novel, and you don't always have to like it, but you support me in my endeavors... You open your home to me, get me my own writing office, and promote my books, and for all I know you think they might be crap but you support what I want to do with my life..."

"Yes, absolutely. You have your things and I have mine. Maybe it's just that Paul and Tryn are so similar, that's it like what you said, Paul Squared. A two headed dragon."

"Gene, you don't think you and I are the slightest bit alike then," she joked.

"Note to file. I love your books," he smiled.

"Thank you darling," she said, kissing his cheek.

"Yeah.... We are...but I don't have to go up against you and me."

"Pardon?"

"Just you." he kissed her cheek in return.

"Take the mouthwash example. I say it's great. You say its crap. I say fine, my call. I'm doing it anyway. You say, Gene, it's a dumb-ass idea, but if you want to fall on your face, fine."

"So I don't take it personally and neither do you," said Terri.

"Now take this same scenario. I peddle it to Paul. He says, no, it's crap. Trynia sits right by him, whispering in his ear - No, it's crap. Now I've got TWO of them. They go home and they fuss and complain about friggin' Gene and his snake oil ideas. Already I'm outnumbered. You get the difference?"

"Yes I see what you mean." She nodded.

"So now not only do I have to convince him, in a way, I have to convince her too."

"I think putting Tommy Thayer in makeup is dumb but hey... I still love you and wanna bang you in the limo whenever I get the chance."

"You do what you have to do." Gene shrugged.

"I know." She agreed. "It's YOUR life."

"I guess the bottom line in all this is that old Gene likes to do what he wants, when he wants, and bottlenecks frustrate him," he chuckled at himself.

"I was just remembering how Paul was a bottleneck... to you and me," she muttered. "Only I had no idea that you felt the way you did about me..."

"And Mr. #1 Bottleneck is sitting right there in that restaurant," Gene chuckled, running a hand through her hair. "Hey, I happen to LIKE the way that turned out. And watching you bitch him out, God that was funny. He about peed his pants."

"Well... you encouraged me." She turned to face him. "All but pushing me toward him..."

"He wasn't even BEGINNING to get over Linda. He was still so messed up in the head. You didn't need that."

"No. I didn't..." she reflected. "Here I thought that I had met the man of my dreams, and he's a nightmare... And then a so called Demon and self proclaimed 'slut' sweeps me off my feet and makes me feel like a woman..."

"Well, Hon, you were a nice sexual diversion for him. Sad but true. I don't think it was until AFTER you told him to leave you the hell alone that he started to think that MAYBE you could have had a chance."

"I was a diversion, but I didn't let him forget me, did I?" she commented. "I still remember wondering WHAT happened when I got into bed with you..."

"No, you didn't, sweetheart. You made an impression on everyone in that dressing room that night."

"And it felt so... natural..." she added.

"That's because I'd never let anyone mess me up like Linda did to him."

"I'm glad," she said, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I felt like I was going psycho."

"At some point, if two people are miserable, they need to cut it." He agreed.

"Do you ever wonder why you and Shannon didn't stay together... and if I hadn't come along would you guys have gotten back together?"

He took a deep breath.

"I know that's a hell of a question. I'm sorry for asking."

"That's a tough call. She was getting fed up with my ways. She had projects she wanted to do, things she wanted to accomplish, and I think in some strange manner I was standing in her way."

"Yeah... like her promotion at Playboy..." Terri nodded. "You were both moving in different circles."

"Yeah, like that. Even the kids were noticing that we hardly spent any time together. And she started to resent the band."

"You spend more time with them now then you did..." she added. "I still remember going into your home that first night and thinking DAMN how can one man take up so much space?"

"And then I saw your comic book collection," she snickered.

"Well, and you were a fan from the beginning, where Shan, I think she.... Sometimes wasn't all that crazy about it."

"Because I worshipped and adored you, you mean?" she teased. "I mean maybe cause I wasn't in awe of you like I was of Paul... that gave us a chance?"

"That could be, and maybe when he broke your heart, that made it easier for me to slide in. Because I wasn't him."

"Yes and you did slide in. Very nicely I must admit."

He reached out and pinched her, as they arrive at the restaurant. He whispered, "Don't forget, love. Watch the explosions."

"I will..." she winked, and leaned over to kiss him softly on the lips one last time.

"Love you," he whispered as he stretched his long legs out of the limo.

"Love you too," she whispered back, squeezing his hand.

He stalked out of the limo confidentially, grabbing her hand behind him as they entered. He was recognized at the door and admitted immediately. Walking right next to him, Terri held his hand proudly. The maitre d' knew who he was and escorted him to Paul's table. They noticed Paul and Trynia perusing at the menu, a bottle of wine already present and accounted for with a crystal goblet.

Gene walked over to them with a gleam in his eyes, "Kids!" he said, as he slapped Paul on the shoulder.

"Gene, how are you old man?" Paul asked. "Took you long enough to get here, jeez!"

"MUCH better than I was 20 minutes ago," he winked at Trynia.

"Tryn, hi there girl," Terri smiled to Trynia leaning over to kiss her cheek. He rounded the table and gives her shoulders a quick massage.

"We were starting to worry," Trynia said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Were you?" Terri laughed.

"Nah, no worries!" grinned Gene, "She was just a very naughty little girl and I had to teach her a thing or two."

"I had to be his inspiration for the latest KISS project," Terri laughed, sitting down in the chair Gene pulled out for her.

"And what would THAT be?" Paul asked.

"No doubt something to do with limos and sex," Trynia snickered.

"As a matter of fact," Gene said. "Should I tell them now or later, sweetheart?"

"Maybe later, I mean we are trying to relax," Terri joked.

"Is this BAND time or relaxation time?" Trynia asked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice worthy of Paul.

Gene shot Paul a bizarre look, and Paul snickered, "She's got you there Geno. Let's just talk about it after dinner ok, bro?"

"Sure thing. You guys ordered yet?" asked Gene.

"Besides the whine... I mean wine?" Terri joked.

"Actually we were waiting for you... at least for the main course," Paul said. "Considering some of us already had our appetizers..."

"WE thought you'd wait to see if you were still hungry for more," Trynia completed the joke. Terri noticed how her left hand was clasped in Paul's right, threaded through his bent elbow. Both sat shoulder to shoulder in close proximity, enjoying their physical closeness. Terri took a glimpse of the wine bottle chilling on the center of the table.

"What is THIS?" she joked.

"This is one of those places that keeps a supply of my favorite wine on hand," Paul smiled.

"Oh one of those?" Terri joked. "Well if you want a good purpose general wine..."

"Since when were YOU an expert on wines?" Gene nudged her.

"Uh well... just because I don't always imbibe doesn't mean I don't know wines..." Teri interrupted.

"Let's look at the menu and see if there is anything fun..." Trynia suggested.

"No fish now," Terri recommended.

"Oh man I have ANOTHER vote against fish," Trynia pouted.

"There is a lovely chicken marsala..." Paul reached around her to point to it on the menu. "And I seem to recall the waitress saying something about beef tips in burgundy sauce..."

"That's more my speed," Gene licked his lips. "You Terri?"

"Well since Mr. Wine expert already ordered a RED... I guess I'm having BEEF," Terri muttered mock gloomily.

"You, imbibe? This IS an occasion," Paul joked.

"I'm the designated female wine taster," Terri joked back, indicating Trynia with a jaunty nod of her head. "Considering some of us aren't allowed..."

"Damn," Trynia groaned.

"Well, there IS a way you can taste it dear," Paul suggested, winking at Trynia.

The attractive dark waiter, who suddenly asked, "Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to order, interrupted their bantering? I see we have the other two members... can I start you off with drinks, Mr. and Mrs..."

"I'll have a Fresca," Gene started.

"Sorry sir, we don't have that... but would gingerale..."

"Perfect," Gene nodded. "Terri?"

"Hmm... Would anyone object to a bottle of Schwartze Katze?"

"Oh gimme a BREAK," Paul groaned. "That's dull as dishwater..."

"Would Madame care for our comprehensive sampling?" the waiter asked, anxious to please.

"What goes well with Salmon?" Terri asked.

"A light Rose wine..." the waiter suggested. "WE also have a house green wine..."

"Hmm I'll try that," Terri nodded. Paul half rolled his eyes.

"What?" Trynia nudged him. "Behave..."

"Green wine Doesn't Mean the wine is green..." he said.

"Duh," Terri shook a finger at him. "I'm not THAT wine impaired, thank you!"

"That's WHY I stick to soft drinks," Gene winked at Trynia. She shifted a bit in the booth next to Paul, who repositioned his arm over her shoulder to draw her closer to his side. Subdued lighting painted their faces in soft oranges and hues of red. Flickering candlelight cast distinctive shadows from below and above, the small flame sputtering defiantly in its nest of liquid wax. Other pools of light had shadows and silhouettes clustered around them, soft snatches of conversation drifting to them on the edges of the live piano music swirling past.

Once the waiter arrived, he lowered his burden of drinks to a position before him, and placed a fizzling glass of gold liquid before Gene with a lemon wedge, and a similar beverage before Trynia. Before Terri was placed a crystal goblet, and the small wine bottle. As she had seen before, the waiter prized out the cork and held it up before Terri.

"You're supposed to sniff it," Paul whispered.

"It's part of the sampling process... you're the analytical chemist, you should know ALL about sampling," Trynia joked.

"Ha ha," Terri pursed her lips, and wafted the smell of the green wine in a method worthy of an analytical chemist scenting an unknown compound.

"Let me know if you want me to finish that off," Paul offered.

"Shh, I'm getting an accurate reading," said Terri, waving off his comment. The waiter then poured her a glass in a stream of green liquid into the shimmering crystal. Another bottle of wine was placed before Paul, a French Merlot, and a similar procedure ensued.

"We're ready to order, right kids?" Gene asked. "Paul?"

"Yes... I'll have the lobster," Paul said.

"The lady?"

"Chicken cacchetori," Trynia said. Terri ordered salmon and baby potatoes, and Gene tried the beef tips in burgundy sauce. Once the waiter had taken all their order on his leather bound notebook, Paul took his glass in hand.

"Shall we propose a toast...?" he asked.

"Here we go," Gene joked, picking up his gingerale. "Don't make it forever, I've been waiting for this for the last hour..."

"What shall we toast to?" Terri asked, taking her glass of green wine in hand, as Trynia picked up her Shirley temple.

"To old friends and new acquaintances, long may they continue," Paul said.

"Can you be ANY less vague?" Terri joked.

"Aww shaddup and let's take a sip..." Gene said. "I'll drink to business and pleasure, the pursuit of both..."

"Amen," Terri grinned, as they all clinked glasses. Paul emptied half his glass in a rather elegant tilt of glass to lips, while Terri tentatively sipped her beverage and Gene and Trynia took sizable sips.

"Now... as I was saying to Terri in the car, while we're on the subject of sampling... I had a proposition that involves field science..."

"Field science?" Paul asked. "That doesn't involve pulling over and rolling in hay does it?"

"Not unified field theory is it?" Trynia further joked.

"I like the sound of that," Gene winked. "No, this is something you ladies should appreciate. I had thought about reintroducing an old item..."

"Gene, cut out the business talk, we're on free time?" Paul half-whined.

"This is for the lady's benefit, not yours," Gene interrupted it. "Did I ask you, no. Now... you are aware of the need for protection in the field, right?"

"Personal protective equipment," Terri muttered.

"Gene, GIMME a BREAK," Paul groaned. "Not those damned CONDOMS again."

"Now hold on, don't get so bitchy, Starchild," Gene held up a hand, sipping another draught of soda. "It's just a suggestion..."

"And you thought I'd have a few DRINKS when I..."

"Dear, please..." Trynia said, squeezing Paul's hand gently. "I would LOVE to taste some of that wine..."

"You know you can't honey!" Paul protested.

"Please?" Trynia asked, giving him a pout. "The way we did before... remember?"

"Oh honey now... you know..." Paul got out, before he saw a smolder gleam into life in her dark eyes. She leaned close, breath hot on his face as she pressed her thigh to his. Taking his goblet in hand he sipped another mouthful of Merlot, and leaned forward to gently press his lips to hers. Still their hands were clasped, and she raised her free hand to finger his chin as he tilted his head to the side and she slipped his lips apart with her tongue. Sweet wine saturated his tongue, darting in and out of her mouth playfully transferring the taste to her mouth.

"Nice," she whispered, pulling back with the faint sting of wine present on her lips.

"I agree," Paul breathed with a satisfied smile. Terri sipped another mouthful of her green wine, and let the buzz suddenly hit her temples with its rush. There came a bit of a haze with the next few sips, and the observation of Trynia and Paul's soft kiss sent a jolt of desire through her body. Seeing Gene's hand resting alongside of his glass, she shifted her free hand to lay overtop of it. His fingers closed on hers, snaring her hand there with a knowing squeeze.

"Clever means of sample application," Terri laughed.

"I'm satisfied," Trynia joked back.

"Well, I was wondering Tryn, what you thought of this condom thing?" Gene suddenly asked.

"You're asking ME?" she said, eyes widening in surprise.

"Why not?" Gene said, taking another sip of gingerale. "I mean considering you ARE a longtime fan and all..."

Paul's eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in question. Gene caught his gaze, giving a knowing wink. Terri suddenly guessed what angle Gene was pursuing, and the silence grew awkward for a moment.

"I have the ads here,' Gene said, reaching down and pulling some papers out of a planner he always carried. Passing them to Trynia across the table, he nodded encouragingly at her to peruse them.

"Hmm. I'm not too keen about the slogan..."

"Any suggestions?" Gene asked.

"How about something like... KISS uncertainty goodbye. Wear KISS Condoms, the rockin' personal protective equipment!"

"The average person wouldn't know what that is, love," Paul put a hand to his head.

"Why insult the intelligence of the fans?" Trynia asked Gene.

"Hmm interesting... I will consider that. Far better then the lame-ass other crap the execs FIRST suggested," Gene nodded.

"Our food is here," Terri said.

"Really, how fast..." Gene said, glancing at the waiter bearing a huge tray over one shoulder. He set down the metal frame he carried in his other hand, then set the tray carefully on it. Mingled scents of steak, steaming veggies and fresh spices permeated Terri's nostrils. Gene's mouth watered at sight of the food present.

"Lobster and rice pilaf, with steamed vegetables... for the gentleman here... Chicken Marsala, glazed carrots and new potatoes for the lady..."

"Terrific," Paul smiled, rubbing both hands together. "I can't WAIT..."

"Oho... that's NO fair," Trynia pouted, eyeing the butter sauce placed to Paul's left, with the crab crackers.

"That's one big sucker, you think he'll be able to eat it all?" Terri joked.

"If not him, then GENE," Trynia laughed. Paul grinned and pulled his plate close, arms wrapping around it.

"It's MINE, all mine..." he teased.

"And we have Beef tips in burgundy wine sauce with a baked sweet potato and salad for the other gentleman, and salmon steak with garden salad for his missus..."

"But we aren't..." Terri got out when Gene winced at the implication of matrimony.

"Give it up, they all think that's the case," Trynia joked. Paul pushed the brochures aside so the food could be placed before her. He was grateful for the timely interruption, and pleased to see the smile beaming across Trynia's face at that moment.

"Busted, Gene," Paul laughed, grabbing the clam crackers and splitting the lobster's claws quickly with a resounding crunch. He peeled out the succulent meat and dipped it into the butter sauce eagerly.

"Aww hell," Gene threw up a hand when the waiter vanished again. "Damn this smells GOOD."

Taking his knife, he stabbed a bit of beef and poked it into his mouth. A look close to ecstasy passed over Gene's face as he sampled his dinner. Paul had a similar expression of delight when he nibbled his lobster. Terri and Trynia burst into laughter at the looks on their respective gentleman's faces.

"What?" Gene asked.

"The way you look, you'd think it was better then sex," Trynia giggled.

"Perish the THOUGHT!" Gene joked back, while Paul almost choked.

"Easy love, it's just a figure of speech," Trynia said, slugging Paul on the back.

"Mm, this is WONDERFUL!" Terri hummed; biting into her salmon and letting it melt in her mouth. A swig of green wine enhanced the bite, washing it away into a tingling draught of happiness.

"Can I try some of yours?" Paul asked Trynia.

"If I get a TEENY tiny bite of lobster," Trynia chuckled back. She speared a bit on her fork and held it up for Paul to sample, and he nibbled a bit before cutting off a small bit of lobster.

"If I won't tell, you won't," he winked, feeding it to her.

"Now Trynia you KNOW you shouldn't eat seafood in your condition!" Terri protested, catching sight of the exchange. Terri put a hand on her hip, as if to scold them before Gene interrupted her.

"Now stop and try this beef, doll," he said, popping a bit into her open mouth.

"You bum," she protested, chewing and swallowing the mouthful. Gene sneaked a bit of her fish off her plate and quickly devoured it. Paul and Trynia giggled, watching them argue.

"Looks like we should take a front row seat for the quvetching," Paul whispered to Trynia.

"Bitching at ten paces, fire," Trynia giggled back.

"Oho, you're one to talk, Mr. whine and dine, and I mean W_h_i_n_e," Terri shot back at Paul. "The pair of you!"

"Hey now I resemble that remark," Paul said.

"She nailed YOU," Gene laughed. "It's good to see she's picked up some of my ineffable charm..."

"God FORBID," Paul laughed, draping an arm around Trynia's shoulder and continuing to eat his dinner with one hand.

"That she should be so well corrupted," Trynia finished.

"LOOK out, I'm hearing an ECHO!" Gene groaned. "You see WHAT I have to put up with?"

"Small wonder you took your own limo!" Terri laughed.

"Aww now c'mon..." Paul groaned. "If we rode together he'd be charging ADMISSION..."

"Don't give him ideas!" Trynia said, her hand disappearing under the table.

"Well so do you have any other ideas for the ads?" Gene asked Trynia. "I'd be interested..."

"Gene, we're EATIGN..." Paul rolled his eyes.

"So?" Gene asked. "Since when did that stop a good business discussion..."

"Sirs, Madams, would you like to look at the desert menu?" the waiter interrupted. Gene almost shot him an annoyed glare before Terri rested a hand on his arm.

"You want anything honey?" Terri asked.

"Saved by the bell," Paul whispered to Trynia, who kissed him gently on the cheek.

"Hmm, give me a minute," Gene muttered.

"I'll be back with our special selection," the waiter offered.

"Ahl be back with my selection," gene mimicked as the guy walked off. "Shit, no sense of timing..."

"And I suppose you're the master of that?" Trynia joked.

"I'm the master of MANY skills," Gene winked at her, giving a smoldering glance.

"Oh please," Paul needled. "Pick one and stick to it, Geno!"

"You mean like him being such a bad-ass if Terri wasn't around?" Trynia giggled.

"I'm ALWAYS a bad-ass when it counts," Gene said innocently. "You see, doll, reaching the state of ultimate bad-ass has taken MANY years. And I am not lying when I say I have achieved it..."

"And you do it SO well," Trynia chimed back.

"Ahl raight," Paul said. "Enough with Gene's skills. Wouldn't you like to know more about Mahn?"

Terri burst out laughing, exchanging a glance with Trynia. Both had noticed the slow progression into a Queen's accent that Paul's voice took. It seemed the lower the level of alcohol in his bottle, the greater the extent to which he slipped into his native accent.

"Ahm all sure Peepul," Gene grinned wickedly.

"Shaddup Gene," Paul said, tossing an icecube from his water glass across the table at Gene.

"Now now, Children... BEHAVE!" Terri shook a finger at them both, grabbing Gene's arm before he could sneak his hand into the leftover vegetables and toss a carrot at Paul.

"But Honey he is ASKING for it..."

"Do we have to give you guys a time out?" Terri asked Gene. "Quit!"

"Oh no don't say THAT word!" Trynia groaned. "Guys just can't resist mocking that one!"

"And how do you know, young missy?" Gene asked, amused.

"Please, when you have three brothers... whenever the sister says QUIT, that automatically means the brother or male in question thinks he has a license to torment her further!"

"You see why I keep her around?" Paul grinned, kissing her forehead firmly.

"I thought it was to keep your million dollar ASS in line," Terri burst out laughing.

"Good one," Gene laughed at Terri. Paul half rose from his chair and spanked his ass, throwing her a kiss.

"Down boy!" Trynia said, grabbing Paul's arm and tugging him down. He grinned at the smile across her face, delighting in the feel of her hand on his thigh stroking up slowly.

"Now... not to change the subject, but about the brochures..." Gene started again.

"GENE!" Terri groaned.

"You just HAD to get that to go, didn't you?" Gene needled Paul, who poured himself another glass of Merlot.

"Hey, why leave a perfectly good bottle of wine sitting half full?" Paul asked Gene.

Terri lay against Gene, head pillowed on his chest as she raised her own glass, and let Paul pour her some of his wine. Around them the plush leather interior curved, replete with fresh ice, drinks and the remains of their carryout desert.

"How about some more of that death by chocolate?" Gene asked Terri. She sipped her wine, and set it down before picking up the fork and cutting off a piece of pie for Gene. He took it from the fork as they trundled along in the limousine.

"Hmmm, I always did say that Merlot goes with everything and anything," Paul said, cuddling closer to Trynia. Dim lights mimicked the candlelit atmosphere they had left behind them, and Trynia rested her head on Paul's shoulder, cuddled next to him in the soft seat.

I'm the friendly stranger in the black sedan, won't you step inside my car...

"Steve, change the station, will you?" Gene asked, rapping on the window.

"I LIKE this song! It so reminds me of you, Gene," Terri protested, grabbing his arm.

"Mmm, how so?" gene asked.

"You ARE my vehicle baby," she said.

"Aww cheese alert!" Paul laughed.

"Shaddup and leave the romancing to ME, thank you very much,' Gene shot back. "That does it, put on my special mix..."

"Will do sir," Steve said, sliding the glass up to lock them in their comfort zone again.

"What is his special mix?" Trynia asked Paul.

Suddenly she heard the familiar guitar twangs of Jon Lennon coming over the speakers. Overtop the time of Ringo Starr, and Paul McCartney's bass with George Harrison's rhythm for "It's been a HARD Day's NIGHT... and I've been workin like a dooog..."

"Shades of Ed Sullivan," Terri laughed.

They listened as the song "Free as a Bird" moved on, with the pieced together tracks from the little known Beatles song, and Trynia relaxed considerably. All tensions of the past twelve hours melted away. She saw Gene reach across and lay a hand on Terri's lap, leaning over to eclipse her face with the back of his head as he kissed her softly.

"He really IS Mr. Romantic isn't he..." Trynia whispered to Paul.

"What's that love?" Paul asked, as he felt Trynia's hand gently squeeze his thigh.

"Look..."

"I'm not looking at them, I've got something far better to fill my eyes with, love," Paul cooed, tipping her chin with one hand. She leaned forwards, pressing her lips to his before he could lean close himself, capturing his face between her eager hands. Sweet wine transferred from his tongue to hers as she ventured it forth into his mouth. Through their kiss, she heard his soft moan of pleasure and desire. The kiss lingered; deepening more and more as Paul's other hand grasped hers and guided it where he wanted it to be. Fingers tightened in his hair as she moved closer to him, chest pressed to his. Desire grew exponentially, peaking as she opened one eye and stared past Paul's hair to see Gene massaging Terri's chest. Terri had started to unbutton Gene's shirt a bit at a time, their hands wandering all over each other's bodies through the clothes that confined them.

"I want you so badly," Trynia whispered in Paul's ear.

"Umm say that again," Paul whispered. "I want to take you and lay you down across this floor, peel off your clothes, and undo this TIGHT pants..."

"Before THEY beat us to it?" she chuckled back, as she lay a hand on his thigh, and slipped it teasingly up further. She soon replaced it with her thigh draped over his, and cast Paul a saucy grin. He grinned back, and then encircled her shoulders with his arm, leaning back across the seat. As he stretched out across the padded leather seats, he guided her to lie on top of him. Eagerly she leaned down and kissed his soft lips, yielding all inhibitions to taste the strong hint of wine present in his moist mouth. Pulling back, she glanced down into his dark eyes, aglow with the low lights of the limo's interior, and the flicker of passing cars headlights, not as bright afire as the passion already in his dark onyx pools. That soulful "I want you" look melted her, and she pushed a lock of hair out of his strong face before immersing her hands in his thick locks.

"You feel so good under me, lover," she cooed into his ear. Paul hummed with delight, rubbing her back through her dress and kissing her passionately in return for the earlier kisses.

Over Terri's ear, Gene flickered his dexterous tongue, eliciting a soft moan from his partner. Over the print of his promo Dragonfly shirt she ran her hands, slipping his black blazer off his shoulders. He arched his neck, moaning as she kissed his sensitive neck, and started to unbutton his shirt lazily. Through half opened eyes she saw him observing their friends from over her shoulder, and chuckled knowingly to herself.

"You dirty old man," she whispered back, over the sounds of Jon Lennon singing Woman from Double Fantasy.

"You just had to throw old in there, didn't you," Gene pretended to whine.

"Well how about 'well seasoned...' or 'incredibly experienced' or 'well traveled'?" she giggled.

"I would settle for massively f**kable," Gene whispered back. "And 'well acquainted with matters of the flesh' personally."

"You love using 'massive' and 'f*able" in the same sentence, don't' you?" she laughed back.

"Paul... lover... I hate to ask, but how much longer will we be able to do this?" Trynia whispered.

"As long as you want to, lover," Paul whispered back. "And just knowing you're carrying our child inside, that makes me want you even more... so don't you even DARE think our lovemaking's going to endanger a child in any way, little miss..."

"Not to eavesdrop, but a good screw never hurt ANYONE, least of all a kid on the way," Gene interrupted. "Terri here is living proof that there is SEX during pregnancy..."

"Hmm I like the sound of that," she laughed. "Those crazy things they make you believe in Catholic school..."

"You mean like if you play with yourself you get hair on your palms?" Terri joked.

"All right, ATTENTION HERE, ladies," Paul coughed and pretended to be stern. "And the only thing you should be playing with now is ME."

"For once Paulie and I are in complete agreement," Gene nodded. "Or do you want to watch ME play with it for you?"

"What, and deny me the distinct pleasure of that?" Terri asked Gene, grabbing his hand inches from where it had wandered. Trynia glimpsed as Terri moved back, and leaned her head down into Gene's lap, his hand grabbing the back of her neck as the other held her hair out of the way.

"Are they really going to... in front of us?" Trynia whispered to Paul.

"I'd much rather concentrate on what you want to do to ME right now," Paul whispered.

"Well it is embarrassing but it's also making me aroused," she giggled back. Especially when she glanced over her shoulder again to see Gene spread eagle on the limo seat, neck arched and eyes shut as he moaned deeply. On the back of Terri's neck his grip tightened, and she could only see the dark mass of Terri's hair obscuring Gene's lap, his hips rising as he bucked up against her. As she watched, she felt fingers tickling up under her skirt to grab teasingly at her underwear. Grabbing Paul's hand she slipped it between them, and tucked it under the waistband of her panties. Suddenly it seemed as if his own arousal grew hard and painfully imprisoned against her belly. In one motion Paul ripped at the waistband and ended up tearing the lace of her thong.

"This thing is getting in the way," he laughed, throwing them away. Laughing, she reached under and teasingly fingered his belt buckle. Almost on cue she heard a familiar guitar introit that set her blood boiling.

"Well shake it on BABY..." Jon Lennon rasped out.

"Shake it on baby..." the others answered in harmony.

"TWIST AND SHOUT..."

"TWIST and SHOUT..." chorused Paul, Ringo and George in triple harmony.

"I agree," Trynia winked, unbuckling his belt casually, and then tugging painfully slowly on Paul's zipper. His hands gripped her wrists, squeezing anxiously to tell her that speed was of the essence. Scooting back on his thighs, she eased him out of the confines and held him between her two hands, which could barely get around his shaft.

"Mmm... not to rush you, sweets, but it's getting AWFULLY hot in here... and I'm having a HARD time holding back my next shot... if you know what I mean."

"Who says you have to?" she cooed, sliding down along his hard shaft.

"Let me know if it's uncomfortable," he whispered, gripping her hips and holding her slightly off of him. He pulled out slightly, moaning as she rocked her hips, and grabbed his hands.

"So far it's VERY comfortable," she groaned. Securely backing his knees behind her back, he rolled her over onto the seat, pressing her under him. He knelt between her legs, lowering her to lean back on the seat as he brought up her hips and began to lean forwards on braced hands, pushing in a more shallow place that brushed perfectly against her sensitive pleasure center without penetrating as deeply.

"That better baby?" he panted, sweat dripping on her from his face.

"Must you ask... oh lord this is PARADISE!"

"I AIM to please," Paul purred, increasing his tempo.

"Right there lover, RIGHT there..." she moaned, thrashing under Paul. Seeing her half lidded eyes and tousled hair drove him wilder, and he thrust faster and harder. Her loud scream split the silence, rising above the music in the limo.

"That's it, let me hear you," Paul urged. "Cum for me baby..."

"Oh god, Gene and Terri..." she whispered, burying her head against his shoulder as he pushed in one last time and let loose his own cry.

"Oho DAMN!" they heard from across the limo as Gene gave a low moan. "Don't mind us... just keep doing what you're doing kids... uhhhhh man...."

"Oh shit," Trynia tensed, and then started to laugh hysterically. Paul's laughter joined hers as he pulled her up onto his lap and hugged her close. Another bulge came to her close attention as the backs of her thighs pressed to his. Chuckling to herself, she realized it was not his lovegun, but his wallet.

"Glad to keep you amused, Geno," Paul called over to his friend.

"I'm not the only one, right Tryn?" Gene winked, catching his breath as he stroked Terri's hair. She lay her head on his knees, purring as she licked her lips.

"I hope you plan on returning the favor, for a midnight snack," she said, glancing up at him.

"You know it, doll," he grinned. "So, Paulie... your place or mine?"

"Uh, what are you thinking Gene?" Paul asked, still stroking Trynia's back and kissing her cheek lightly.

"Maybe continuing this orgy in the comforts of my home?" Gene asked.

"Actually I was thinking my place," Paul said. "Considering you two have a baby at home... and you could use a break..."

"We stocked up on cheese sticks and Fresca," Trynia said. "And you two can try out our new guestroom with the big king sized bed..."

"Mmm I like the sound of that," Gene said. "Paul, your woman does know how to put out an invitation... that okay with you, Hon?"

"Sounds great to me," Terri said, leaning up and laying her head against Gene's chest as he put himself back together.

"All right then, tell your driver to put the pedal to the metal and get us HOME," Paul instructed Gene.