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It was late when Paul helped her to find her dress and get into it again. She couldn't find her thong underwear, and panicked.

"Don't worry I'm sure it'll turn up," Paul whispered. She managed to put her stockings on again, and he helped her zip up the back of her dress. He worked his way into jeans, boots, and a sleeveless shirt.

She could hear the voices growing louder as the showers were turning off, and she slipped back toward the superman sheet. Paul took her hand gently to stop her. "It's ok."

"But if they heard us..."

"Hey, just relax..." Paul said. First to emerge was Gene, drying his hair with a towel. Trynia lost her nerve and bolted out of the room, leaving a bewildered Gene, and then Peter.

"What's that all about?" Gene asked.

"Uh, never mind," Paul sighed.

"What's all the excitement?" Ace asked, striding out. After him came Andora, a towel wrapped around her hair. Paul began to laugh, and rushed out after Trynia.

"Hey! It's ok!" he cried, grabbing her and pulling her back in. "We weren't the only ones who were having a shower together..."

"What?" she asked.

"C'mon in here and look at this," Paul laughed, dragging her back. He pushed her gently before him, into the dressing room. Andora moved close to Ace, who was looking sheepishly at Gene and Peter. The slender girl wore a blue bathrobe, with an Ace of hearts on the breast. She started to blush profusely.

"Ace, you moron, what the fuck..." Peter groaned.

"What the fuck indeed," Gene laughed. He folded his arms over his chest.

"I'm not saying a single word," Paul laughed, holding up a hand.

"Ace, get outta here and get a room," Peter grumbled. He grabbed some clothes and darted into the bathroom again to change.

"What crawled up his ass?" Paul asked.

"I dunno. Maybe he's not getting any?" Ace wondered. "Shit, it's a free country."

"Let's just get some sleep and chill," Paul muttered.

"C'mon babe, let's get you dressed," Ace grinned, taking her hand. Gene started to put on his clothes, giving Trynia a good shot of his nude body as he shucked off his towel.

"I'll just wait outside for you Paul," Trynia said, and wandered out averting her gaze. Gene zipped up his pants and grabbed a shirt, glancing at Paul.

"What?" Paul asked.

"Oh nothing," Gene said, giving a smirk. "Just thinking about the irony..."

"What irony?" Paul asked.

"Here we are busting on Ace, and he wasn't the only one. He was just dumb enough to get caught."

"Is there a law against sex in the shower?" Paul asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"Nope. You're just lucky you're Mr. Speed," Gene said, whacking him on the back. "Just be careful ok?"

"Why are you worried about my sex life?" Paul laughed.

"Oh just that you should be careful that if you draw lines, make sure you stay inside them..."

"What lines?"

"You know what I mean. That girl's with you right. So don't forget that."

"Strange advice coming from you, Gene."

"I know. But she's not used to this lifestyle, Paul. You invited her, and you deal with her. No screw-ups this time. I'm not cleaning up after you this time..."

"Right," Paul muttered, biting his lip.

It was late when Trynia and Paul got back to the hotel, and she felt her eyelids drooping. She worried that he would be expecting a repeat performance. Instead he dozed along with her and slept in the limo ride. They slowly helped each other to stand as they walked into the lobby amidst Chris and other security guards.

"I don't know about you but I'm exhausted," Paul laughed. She didn't question anything other then the fact she felt tired, and hoped she could sleep in for at least a week.

"That's one thing we share in common," she yawned. She was about to pull away to go to the front desk when he stopped her.

"And where do you think you're going?" he laughed.

"To get a room?" she asked with a smile.

"Already taken care of. You're staying with Me." he laughed.

"Really?"

"Uh huh," he said, gently slipping a hand around her waist and guiding her toward the cluster of others who had just arrived. He walked her upstairs, the lights around them growing dimmer as she could hardly keep her eyes open.

Slipping his key card into the door, he opened it for them. He ushered her inside, and followed closely after. Lights flickered on, and she drew in her breath sharply at the sight of the sizable room.

Wearily she sank onto the sofa, leaning her head back. Still her body tingled all over, her limbs numb and wanting sleep. She felt him sit next to her, stroking her hair.

"I'm so tired I don't think..."

"Let's go to bed shall we?" he whispered in her ear. Inwardly she moaned, hoping whatever they were going to do she could stay awake for it. She took his extended hand and let him help her up. Quietly he led her into the adjoining room, and pulled her close. Paul pressed a soft kiss to her lips, running his hands down her back. It was impossible to stifle the yawn that she emitted, and he laughed softly.

"Good thing we have a few days off," he smiled, pulling her over to the bed. He sat down, and patted the place next to him.

"I apologize in advance I don't think I could stay awake for whatever nocturnal Olympics you might have..."

"The only thing I had in mind, was curling up next to you, and sacking out," he laughed. "There's always tomorrow..."

"Sounds wonderful," she nodded. They removed each other's clothes, and Paul lifted her dress up and off her body.

"I really like this dress you know," he smiled, tossing it over a chair. "I'm only sorry I didn't say something before..."

"Hmm," she laughed, as he shimmied out of his jeans, and pulled the sheets aside.

"Be right back," he whispered, and strode away. The lights turned off, leaving only the dim light from the suite bathroom to guide him back. She slipped under the cool sheets and turned over. Weight on the mattress shifted on the other side and she felt his body curling around her back. Arms slipped around her and folded her in, as a kiss pressed to the nape of her neck.

Snuggled in his arms she fell fast asleep.

A soft kiss pressed to her lips, and she shifted in the bed. Rolling over, she saw him occupying the bed next to her, and smiled warmly. Paul wrapped her in his arms, and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

"You said we had the next few days off?" she asked him.

"Mmm hmm," Paul smiled. "The whole weekend. Which was what I was going to ask you about..."

"What?" Trynia asked.

"Well, I was going to fly elsewhere to spend my weekend back home. And there was some band business with our record company that will occupy us for the next week before we resume our tour. I was wondering if you'd consider coming back with me..."

"To where?"

"LA," Paul asked her.

"Oh my god, did you say what I thought you said?" she asked.

"Mmm hmm," Paul smiled.

"But when? Today?"

"Tomorrow..." he said with a smile.

"Paul, are we very close to Albany?"

"Not too far, why?"

"Paul, I have a few friends who live close. I was checking my email on your computer, and they said they had made it to Binghamton, and they were going to be in Albany this weekend. Do you think it would be okay... for them to meet you? I don't want to abuse band privileges?"

"KISS fans?"

"Of course!"

"Well, I don't see why not?" said Paul with a smile. "What are their names?"

"Well there is my friend Shandi, who lives in Poughkipsie... and then there is Shannon, who lives in Ohio... but I seem to remember Shannon was coming out to see Hotter then Hell in Poughkipsie... this weekend. She saw you guys in Columbus and loved you!"

"Hmm... well I suppose we could meet them," Paul pursed his lips. "I haven't seen them since they doubled for us in DRC..."

"They have a new Gene and a new Paul," Trynia smiled. "But their Paul already has a girlfriend..."

"His loss," Paul smiled, gently stroking her hair aside.

After breakfast, and much later, Paul and Trynia came downstairs to the reception area. Gene was grumbling and sipping a cup of coffee along with Peter and Ace. All three were looking bleary eyed but otherwise vertical.

"I don't know why I'm hanging here," Peter muttered. "Man this place is dead! I should be getting on to NYC for my weekend pass... shit..."

"Well, the KISS jet isn't due to get here till later tonight. Technical problems were listed," Gene sighed.

"Same ole shit different day?" Ace laughed.

"Why don't we just take a local?" Peter wondered.

"Are you nuts?" Ace laughed. "Why ride in sardine cans when you can ride in style..."

"Even in first class?" Peter asked.

"First class tin cans," Ace cackled.

"Well, hello sleepyheads," Peter commented, noticing Paul and Trynia hand in hand. "Finally decided to get up, eh?"

"I'm surprised to see any of you guys up so early," Paul laughed. "Especially you Ace..."

"I'm not the vampire... Gene is," Ace joked.

"Yeah, but I'm not on the computer every night like you, Cyberspace Ace," Gene quipped back.

"And where is your little friend Ace?" Paul asked.

"Is she taking a shower?" Gene nudged him.

"She's calling her sister or something... and checking her email," Ace said.

"Uh huh," Peter laughed. "I bet you she's taking a shower... like other people we know... right Paul?"

"And since when is it illegal to take showers?" Paul asked, sticking his tongue out at Peter, and sitting down at the table. He pulled Trynia to sit in his lap snugly, gently rubbing her shoulders.

For a moment she wondered if he was putting on a show for Gene and the others to lay some sort of claim to just who was sharing his bed. In the next moment, she didn't care, because she decided to live in the moment for now.

"Why don't you tell them what you told me?" Paul asked her.

"What's that?" Gene asked.

"Trynia has a solution to Peter's bitching and moaning about no social life... how would you guys like to see a tribute band?"

"Oh man isn't that like selling ice-cream to Eskimos?" Peter Criss laughed.

"Hey, it might be interesting," said Gene. "For a few laughs."

"Well I have 2 friends who very much want to meet Peter and Gene..."

"Uh oh," Ace cackled. Peter rolled his eyes, and Gene glanced with interest.

"I'm sorry..."

"No, don't be," Paul urged.

"KISS fans I presume," Peter said.

"Well actually they worship and adore the Demon and Cat man..."

"Hey, that might not be too bad," Peter said. "But I hope they don't' have their hopes up too high..."

"Shaddup Peter. I wanna hear more. So are they friends of the tribute band?" Gene asked.

"One of them writes stories about you and her, Gene," Trynia said smoothly. "Very hot stories..."

"I like her already. What's her name?"

"Shannon," Trynia announced.

"What a coincidence," Ace cackled. "And is the other girl named Beth?"

"She's called Shandi," Trynia said. "And she loves Peter and Ace. But I'm sure she'll not be picky which of you wants to meet her first. Only thing is she's seventeen..."

"Jail bait," Peter muttered. "But hey, she sounds nice..."

"She's a sweetheart. She acts a lot older then she really is," Trynia said with a smile. "I hope I'm not abusing privileges..."

"You're making it worth our while, so why the hell not," Gene laughed. "So... where are they playing?"

"Saratoga Winners club..."

"Hey, I played There!" Ace grinned. "It'll be interesting to see how it changed."

"Hmm, well from what I hear, it's a dump," Gene muttered.

"Hey, who gives a shit as long as it has good acoustics?" Peter shrugged. "Let's go already!"

"But what about you guys, won't a bunch of fans recognize you?" Trynia asked.

"Depends on how we observe," Gene smiled.

"Oh man this is going to take a good amount of disguising," Trynia groaned.

"Well we said we'd go to listen. We didn't necessarily say we'd go in," Gene winked at her.

"Then what?" Trynia.

"Fill us in Gene..." Paul said.

"Are you sure you want him to do that?" Peter joked. Ace threw a balled up napkin at him.

"You look... different," Trynia remarked as Paul tucked up his hair in a bandanna, and shoved a pair of sunglasses on his face. His long hair was up in a ponytail under it, and gave him somewhat the appearance of a pirate. Under a bluejean jacket he wore a tattered KISS shirt, a lot like the one he had worn onstage for the Creatures tour.

"Hope this will get me past them," Paul joked.

"Well, we'll see. Most bars don't' look well lit..." Trynia mused. "But I do feel badly meeting up with them so late..."

"Hey, it's ok," said Paul. "Didn't you say they weren't expecting you?"

"True..." said Trynia, unbuttoning the leather jacket she had bought earlier on the tour. She wore a low cut tank top that revealed her Paul tattoo and her hair loose around her face. The short skirt showed off her legs nicely, and had small stars on it.

They strode up to the entrance of the bar amidst the other figures in leather and bluejeans. Many young people, even younger then Trynia were clustered to get in. She saw the flier that said "Bloodstone and Hotter then Hell," and showed it to Paul. They swarmed in with the trickle of customers. Selecting a table, they sat down. Paul offered to get her a drink, and told her to find her friends.

Off in one low corner she saw a familiar looking redhead emerge in a brief black dress, slit up the sides. Tall boots completed her outfit, and a Demon icon necklace graced her neck. Beside her, a girl in blue turtleneck and short black skirt perched, talking quietly. They caught sight of Trynia sitting at her table, and both did a double take.

"Holy shit!" Shandi cried. "Trynia?"

"What are you doing here?" Shannon laughed, striding over to the table. She ran a hand through strawberry blond curls. "This is a surprise..."

"I was in the neighborhood..." Trynia laughed, getting up to hug them both. The three friends rocked back and forth greeting each other.

"You're just in time to meet the guys," Shandi laughed.

"If that dingbat of a manager lets us get back there," Shannon gritted under her breath, lip flaring much like Gene's.

"Who did you come with?" Shandi asked her.

"Well, my new boyfriend," Trynia blushed.

"Oh... he a KISS fan?"

"Uh one of the biggest," Trynia said. She wasn't ready to reveal his identity yet.

"You just missed Bloodstone," Shannon said. "The guys are gonna come on soon! Let's get a place near the front..."

"Great. I'll get my friend and come join you..." Trynia nodded. "And guess what, he's got three other friends very anxious to meet you..."

"No fooling?" Shannon laughed. "But I've got my eyes on a Demon tonight..."

"If you only knew," Trynia muttered. How would she convince them to come outside for a minute with Hotter then Hell on?

As Shandi and Shannon moved off, Paul returned with two drinks. "Here we go," he said softly.

"Damn we just missed them," Trynia muttered.

"Those two?" Paul asked, temporarily lowering his sunglasses. "They're pretty easy on the eyes..."

"How are we going to convince them to come outside?" Trynia asked.

"Good question. Where are they headed?"

"To get front row of course!" Trynia laughed.

"Let's go..."

"Are you nuts?" Trynia asked. "What if they recognize you?"

"Nobody has so far," Paul laughed. "It is dark you know..."

"You wanted the best... and you got the best..." came the manager's voice. Trynia and Paul worked their way midway along the side to stand at one corner of the stage. There was a banner with the KISS letters in white behind the drum kit. The sizable stage held a drumset, and three figures walked on in dimmed lights.

The fans stood by, not totally engrossed, but getting there. "Tough crowd," Paul muttered. She felt his hand on her shoulder as he stood behind her. Shannon stood on the Demon's side and Shandi so she could get a good shot of "ace".

Suddenly the drumbeats clattered on, and in an explosion of sparks, the two side relays were set off to simulate flashpots. A smoke machine blew its cloud in a mist across the stage. A candelabra was set to Gene's side, and Paul marveled at the raw energy as they played Deuce. Ace leaned down and winked at Shandi, who snapped his picture. "Paul" whirled, strutted, and swung his hips in opposition to Ace, then to "Gene".

"They're in Alive costumes," Paul laughed. "Holy shit..."

"They just got a new 'Paul', and a new 'Gene'," she nodded.

"Interesting mishmash of eras," he laughed from behind her. One particular woman was flailing her arms and being restrained by her husband from grabbing "Paul's" boot. He struck a pose, pursing red lips as he backed away playfully.

Sheer embarrassment flooded her when she realized the real thing was just behind her. She wondered what Paul must be thinking of seeing this clone of him onstage. Complete with feather star studded cuffs and Destroyer unitard, he flashed a rhinestone studded guitar with all the panache and flair of the original. He seemed a bit out of synch, but otherwise just as irresistible.

Shandi pulled her top up for a moment for "Ace", and he gave her the thumbs up. They clattered into New York Groove, and he played up one hell of a solo. Shannon clapped her hands and leaned up as close as she dared while "Gene" began his blood spitting before 100,000 years.

Trynia couldn't help dancing and gyrating to the music. Laughing, Paul joined her in her dancing, impressed at how she was lighter on her feet then he expected.

All too soon, it was over, and they were clapping up a storm. Grabbing Paul's hand, she nudged Shandi, who nodded over in the direction of Shannon.

"Hey, I want you to meet someone..." Trynia said. She half wondered who to say, when Paul said, "Hi I'm Stan... you must be Shandi..."

Over the noise of the clapping, she didn't make out the distinct sound of his voice, and she shook his hand. "Hey, nice to meet u! Glad you could drag her out here! Hurry up or we'll miss Shannon..."

"I wonder if she wants to be disturbed..." Trynia muttered when she saw Shannon disappearing after "Gene".

They moved through the cluster of fans toward the backstage. Already "Ace" and "Peter" were walking offstage. "Paul" was struggling to keep the women from grabbing at his costume, and was being rushed away by the band manager.

There came a shout and a shriek from backstage, from the tiny room as someone banged on the door. Shannon was unceremoniously ejected by someone, and rubbed her fist.

"Son of a bitch," she muttered to the manager. "Who the hell do they..."

"Are you okay?" Shandi asked, rushing up to her.

"Won't let me have one damn minute alone with him," she sighed.

"This is Stan, Tryni's new... 'Friend'..." said Shandi.

"Are you okay?" Paul asked, seeing the hot tears Shannon was trying to hide.

"I'd love to punch someone's lights out, but I'm okay," she snapped. "I just wanted one moment alone..."

"Why don't we get some air?" Trynia asked.

"I want to say hi to Keith," Shandi said.

"It will only take a moment," Trynia said.

"My friend very much wanted to meet you Shannon..." Paul said, taking her hand and kissing it. "He's a huge Gene fan..."

"Oh?" she asked.

"Yes. And when he heard about you from me, he wanted to meet you," Trynia said. "He's coming by to meet up with us and pick us up..."

"But Ray..." she muttered, torn.

"Please..." Trynia urged.

Shandi returned, with Keith on her arm. He leaned over to give her a kiss, and apologized. "Sorry baby, I have to run out of here..."

"Can't you stay?"

"Sorry..." he apologized.

Shandi sighed and joined her friends. This was not what she had hoped. Both Keith and his friend were heading off right away... and she wouldn't get to see either of them.

"Hey, you ok?" Trynia asked.

"Just fine," Shandi sighed.

"Hey, why don't we all take a walk," Paul suggested. "My friends would love to meet you ladies..."

"Are they cute, and are they KISS fans?" Shannon asked again.

"The biggest," Trynia winked. "C'mon..."

Into the cold night air the four walked, and Shandi whispered to Trynia, "Hey, he's got a nice ass."

"You can tell that in the dark?" Trynia laughed.

"Hey, I can..."

Shannon licked her lips, walking slightly behind as she watched Paul in jeans, very tight jeans. They were covered in patches, and fastened in front with a large safety pin. Whoever it was, he was a walking Paul tribute. She couldn't get a good look at his hair or face because he had shades and a bandanna on. He caught up with Trynia, grasped her hand, and held one out to Shannon.

"This way ladies..." he whispered mischievously. A black limousine pulled up, and both women stopped in their tracks.

"Holy shit a limo?" Shannon asked. "Who are these... friends?"

"Get in and you'll see," Trynia laughed. Paul opened the door, and helped her in, followed by Shandi. It was dark in the small-enclosed space, and both ladies had to bend over to get in.

Paul and Trynia climbed in after and shut the door. Shandi stumbled over someone's knee, and heard an Acelike cackling.

"You okay kid?" he asked.

"I think..."

"Easy there little girl, sit right here," came another voice and a hand that guided her to sit down next to him.

"Guys, this is Shandi and Shannon," Trynia said. "Shannon, you might wanna sit over there..."

A hand reached out to Shannon, who was looking for a free place to sit in what looked like a crowded limo of dark shadows. She took it, feeling the cold of multiple rings on the strong sturdy hand. There was no place to sit, so she felt the hand tug her gently onto his lap. Leather was smooth and slick under her backside, and she pulled her skirt under her bottom.

Trynia settled next to Paul, who slipped an arm around her shoulders.

"So where are you ladies' staying?" someone whispered into Shannon's ear. She shivered at the feel of fine thighs under her.

"The Holiday Inn," Shandi piped in. Strong arms held Shannon, and the limo lurched forwards.

"My car..." Shandi gasped.

"We'll send someone for it," Trynia said with a smile.

"Where are we going?" Shannon laughed, feeling a strong arm hold her tight.

"Wherever you wanna go, baby," came a voice that made her blood boil.

"Ohhh you know it," she grinned, rubbing a hand along his thigh, and gently fingering his chest. Soft silk met her fingers, and she felt the hard muscles underneath. He must have long hair, because she felt soft curls under her hands. "I hear you're a Gene fan," she laughed, leaning close.

"The biggest," he whispered, pulling her close. "And if you lean closer little girl I'll tell you more..."

"So you like the Catman, huh?" someone whispered into Shandi's ear.

"I love the Space Ace too," she laughed, feeling someone slip their hand into hers and give it a squeeze.

"Cool."

"When do we tell them?" Trynia asked Paul.

"Wait a few minutes..."

"Want a drink?" Trynia asked.

"You don't have any Fresca do you?" Shannon laughed.

"As a matter of fact we do," said Paul, reaching over Trynia and fishing out two cans from the wetbar for Shannon and her mystery date.

She wondered how long it would take them to figure out just who everyone was. Glancing to Paul she sighed, "I think we should turn up the lights, don't you?"

"This is fun," he protested, and she could tell in the dimness that he must have been pouting. Groaning she leaned up and pulled off the bandanna, and tugged the hairholder out to free his ponytail.

Near them, Shannon felt hands walking up and down her body, as she explored that of the mystery man in the silk shirt. He grasped the pendant around her neck, fingering it along with the other that resembled Gene's dragon boot. She ran her finger over his hand for a moment and felt the multiple rings he must be wearing, and occasionally her hand stroked over leather against silk.

Shandi leaned her head on the shoulder of one man, while taking the hand of the other. She was tired from the events of the long day, and felt herself drifting off into sleep.

"So they kicked you out of the back room?" the mystery man asked Shannon in a low whisper.

"Yeah..." she sighed. "Ray and I were just talking... and just as things got interesting... he had a proposition and I was about to say I had an opening... the band manager opened the door and sent me out! Cause the band had to change..."

"How very rude," he tisked. "I'm very sorry that happened."

"Well I do know the band had to change... but I didn't have much time alone with Ray before... and I almost got thrown out. You should have seen the look on Paul... Moe's face when he walked in on us... and said..."

"I'm sorry..." Shandi giggled from across the limo. "And Keith and Frenchie... they had to rush off right after the show cause the band was going on a break!"

"Well that's a shame," the man to her right shook his head.

"Their loss, baby," the other said, squeezing her hand and slipping an arm around her.

"Mm," Shannon laughed as she felt something warm and wet trace over her lips. He was teasing her, his hands massaging her bared back and her thighs with a precision she'd seen in few men.

"Mmm," he laughed back, as her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips found his in the darkness. That warm wet mass teased her lips apart and she teased at it in turn with her own tongue, moaning at the force of the intensity that washed over her entire body. It was the combination of his caresses and kiss that propelled her into a swoon.

Shandi fell asleep, with her head resting against the first man's chest. His fingers stroked her hair aside, while the other nudged closer to her. They glanced from one to the other and admired her in the dim light. She was a pretty girl indeed, and didn't seem only seventeen.

"Here's the Holiday Inn," Chris announced. "Better get out if you want to!"

"Shall we?" Paul asked.

"Do we have to?" Shannon laughed reluctantly.

"I think so," he said, in a deliciously good imitation of Gene's Demon voice. It sent shivers down Shannon's spine and tingled her skin

"Wakeup Shandi," someone urged, in a darn good imitation of Peter's voice. Someone else to her left laughed almost exactly like Ace.

"There already," she groaned.

"Uh, no offense, but we never learned you names, and you know ours..." Shannon said. "It might help a little bit if you introduced yourselves?"

"You heard them boys," Trynia said. "I think you should turn the lights up for a moment and let my friends get a good look at you..."

"But we were having so much fun," the man to Shandi's left cackled.

"Enough, you clown. Shit, they have a right to know..." the other reprimanded him.

"Okay boys I guess the jig is up," Paul laughed. "Turn the lights up!"

Shannon blinked in the dimmed up lights, and did a double take. She was sitting on the lap of someone who looked a hell of a lot like Ray, but older. She knew every line and curve of that face, and almost fainted in shock immediately.

Shandi felt her knees grown weak as she looked into the face of the first, Peter, and the second, Ace, sitting on either side of her. "Oh my god..." she got out, shaking in fear and shock.

"Holy fucking shit!" Shannon got out, almost squealing. "Oh my god..."

"Surprise," Paul laughed.

"You're incredibly cruel and sadistic," Trynia groaned.

"OMG, OMG..." Shandi hyperventilated, as Peter rubbed her back and she almost sank against Ace's shoulder.

"I am so... oh my..." Shannon breathed, trying to get her racing heart under control. "Ohhh...."

"Easy there little girl," Peter said to Shandi. "Don't pass out on us..."

"We haven't had our fun yet!" Ace shook her gently.

"I'm so excited I could pee," she said in a very small whisper, hoping they didn't hear it.

"You okay, doll?" Gene asked Shannon, who was feeling very dizzy and lightheaded in his arms. He gently stroked her hair, holding her as she grabbed onto him and started to literally cry in his lap.

"I absolutely worship and adore you," she stammered out. "Oh shit... this is... this is too much..."

"Relax, I'm enjoying this as much as you are," Gene laughed, giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'm so sorry to scare you to death though..."

"Trynia, we are going to fucking kill you!" Shandi squealed.

"How could you keep this from us?" Shannon pretended to get angry with her. "How did you..."

"Well, it was Paul and Gene's idea, not mine," Trynia said, smacked Paul on the arm.

"Hey," Paul laughed back. "No fair!"

"Well ladies, do you want to join us for a drink? 'Gene asked.

"Are you shitting me?" Shannon laughed hysterically. "Of course!"

"Hell yeah!" Shandi piped in.

"Let's go!" Paul laughed, and opened the limo door. Shakily Shannon got off Gene's lap, and he stood up, trying not to hit his head on the limo roof. Peter and Ace helped Shandi to get up, and Peter took Shandi's purse as Ace helped her to the door. He almost fell against her, knocking her into Peter.

Paul helped Trynia out, and Gene emerged next, taking Shannon's hand. She fell against him as she got out, and he led her away so the others could emerge. Wind whipped chilly against them all, and Gene helped Shannon into her leather jacket. The group looked at each other with hopeful anticipation.

"Well, what about my friend's car?" Trynia asked.

"Give Chris you keys, Shandi," Peter said. "He'll drive you back here..."

"Our stuff..."

"Well we'll just make sure you can get it if you need to, ladies," Gene smiled charmingly, arm around Shannon's waist.

"Let's go..." Paul nodded, leading the way. As they approached the lobby, Andora rushed out next to another security guard, Dan.

"Ace! Holy shit... Shandi and Shannon?"

"They're coming for a visit," Trynia said with a grin. Ace held a hand out to her, and Andora took it on his other side. Together the four couples strode into the lobby, amidst plainclothes security.

Before long, the ladies were escorted into a large lavish suite. A television with DVD player and two large sofas graced a front room, and there were several doors leading to other places in the luxury room.

"Let us know if you need anything," Joe said to Gene.

"We'll just be outside the door," Dan said to Peter. The door shut firmly, and they all filed inside, looking awkwardly up at their idols. They never in a million years had expected this!

"Do you ladies have to be somewhere tomorrow?" Gene asked the inevitable question.

"Hell no... I mean... well I'm not working now and I'm sorta responsible for Shandi and... oh shit I'm babbling..."

"Slow down sweetheart, we have all night," Gene urged her, and led her over to one sofa.

Ace led Andora over to the other, and Peter stayed with Shandi. The foursome snuggled up close, exchanging shy glances.

"There must be a good movie on," Ace suggested. He grabbed the remote control and flipped on the huge television.

"Can I get you a drink?" Peter asked Shandi.

"I'm only seventeen, remember..."

"Gene never has anything interesting," Peter laughed as he got up. Paul rummaged through the refrigerator and looked up to Gene.

"The usual," Gene said. Two cans of Fresca, one after the other flew through the air toward Gene and Shannon.

"Diet coke for me," Shandi said. Peter got her a drink, and found a couple beers for himself, Ace, and Andora.

Paul pulled out a bottle of Merlot and two glasses from the top, and walked back to the other sofa. He poured one for himself and one for Trynia. Soon Ace had settled on a Pay per view showing of Matrix, and was happily flirting with Andora and Shandi both.

Gene and Shannon were in their own universe, talking and caressing as they peered deep into each other's eyes. Paul gathered Trynia close in his arms, clinking his glass to hers. Both took a sip and fixed brown gazes into each other's.

"Do you think they can come?" Paul asked.

"Are you kidding?" Trynia asked. "Ask my friends to drop everything and come away with you? Shandi has parents! And Shannon is..."

"Why not ask them?" Paul asked. "It's only for the weekend, you know... and it's only Friday night now!"

"Well..." Trynia relented. "But they just got over the shock of seeing you!"

"It's four hours earlier in LA. They can fly in the KISS Jet, which is all ready to go," Paul said. "And they can come back here in it late Sunday night! Then it's only a two hour drive home for them right?"

"Yeah but..."

"All Saturday, and All Sunday," Paul said. "And Shandi's not in school right?"

"Ask them first," Trynia said.

"I promise," Paul grinned. "No more tricks..."

Trynia raised a dark eyebrow at him as if she didn't quite believe him. He laughed and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.