Over the next week, she would edit chapters of quotes, or interview Paul on the various topics she had outlined. They would work in the mornings and afternoons around other scheduled band business. Dinner would be taken at home or in local restaurants. It was a good time for both of them to relax and get to know each other increasingly.

On Monday, Paul suggested they take a shopping trip together in LA, and she was most amused. It seemed he was determined to fulfil the shopping urge, even if he had to drag her there kicking and screaming. They had spent the afternoon at several boutiques, and Paul insisted Trynia try on some new outfits. She was stunned at the price on some of the clothes, but she didn't want to hurt Paul's feelings.

Between the clerk and Paul she felt like a yo-yo, tossed back and forth. The clerk seemed to think low cut spaghetti strapped outfits with fake fur and contrasting patterns were best. It was the rage, she said. Yet, Paul had a totally different sense of style about what would look good on a woman. Thankfully, it was closer to what Trynia would consider good taste.

Still in one awkward moment, she felt like a dress-up doll when the clerk and Paul got into a fierce debate over feathers and fur versus a good velvet wrap with one dress. Trynia slipped away, her last nerve frayed with the fashion debate. Still wearing the outfit, she pulled away and walked into the back room.

"You see, she hates it," Paul said to the clerk.

"But it's the rage... Mr. Stanley..."

"If I don't like it and she doesn't like it, it doesn't get bought," Paul said quietly in a voice that made the clerk nervous. She didn't like the idea of a huge commission being lost on a disgruntled star.

"I'm sure... we can work something out..." she stammered. "Please... Mr. Stanley..."

Trynia emerged, not looking at either of them as she shouldered her purse and walked toward the door. The clerk rushed before her to stop her from leaving, and Paul laughed to himself as he moved over to her.

"Baby, I was just about to leave anyway," Paul said.

"Were you?" Trynia looked at him pointedly.

"What..." Paul asked.

"Can I speak to you, outside?" she asked, arching her head toward the door. "For just a small minute?"

Tugging his arm, she pulled him into the street just outside the door. Looking up and down she saw few people paying them attention. Paul's eyes held a questioning glance as she peered up into them, "Paul I want to get something straight..."

"Baby, what's wrong? You look upset. If you don't like the fashions here, we can go somewhere else..."

"If I don't... Paul, you've been doing all the choosing! I feel like I'm some overgrown Barbie doll that's laying around wanting someone to dress her... and I'm not..."

"Hey, that's not what I..." Paul stared, before she began to cry. Valiantly she fought the tears, but it was not working very well.

"That's how I feel Paul... I don't have your sense of immaculate style, god help me... but I'd like some say..."

"They don't have any sense of style either, Tryn," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "I want you to look the best you can... is that so bad?"

"It makes me feel like I don't know any better, and that my opinion doesn't' matter..." she cried.

"Oh honey that's not..." Paul sighed, holding her close as he stroked her back. "Why didn't you say something?"

"Because you looked so happy, picking things out for me, and it was sweet. But then you just got carried away and I..."

"Man, that sounds familiar," Paul sighed. She was so much like him, not wanting to hurt someone and ended up sacrificing her own feelings.

"I didn't want to hurt your feelings..."

"But you ended up hurting yours. Don't do that," Paul whispered. "Look, why don't' we get something nice to eat, and then if you feel up to it we can come back. If not we can do something else..."

"But you wanted..."

"What do you want to do today?" Paul asked. "There are some very nice restaurants here... if you want to eat that is..."

"Thank you... for asking," she said, calming down. "I guess food would be a good idea..."

"Cmon. Where to?"

"Where do you suggest?" she asked. "It's your town."

"Hmm, well I do know a great French restaurant..." Paul murmured, arm around her waist. He walked her back to the waiting limousine.

"Sweetheart, are you coming to bed?" Gene asked, leaning his head into Terri's personal office. He wore only his bathrobe that came only to above his knees.

"In a little bit. I'm still getting some ideas down..."

"There's a thing called tomorrow, and I think you need some rest," Gene answered, striding in and resting his hand on her shoulders.

"Well the week is almost half over, and they're still together," Terri muttered as Gene massaged her neck. Indeed, it was Thursday, and the time for KISS to return to their tour was fast approaching.

"Who?" Gene asked. "What are you talking about? And at this time of night? Is this a story you're working on?"

"You know perfectly whom I mean," Terri said, pushing her glasses further up her face from where they had slipped.

"Refresh my memory..." he challenged her, leaning over her. "Fact not fiction!"

"Trynia, that's who. I hate to think of that kid..."

"Well if you're so concerned about Trynia, why don't you take her shopping or something?" Gene asked, as Terri looked up from behind her computer.

"Gene... Shopping?"

"Why not? I mean we have this promotional party for my new book tomorrow evening, why don't you take Trynia and you girls go get prepared together?"

"Are you sure Paul would approve?"

"Why worry about that?"

"Hmm," Terri sighed. "I suppose it would be a good way to assess how things are progressing in their relationship..."

"Terri, here's your chance to play mommy, so take it," Gene said, nudged her shoulder.

"Well what about your 'guests'?" Terri asked. "I mean I take it you are inviting Trynia's friends Shannon and Shandi back here as well..."

"Oh yeah," Gene remembered. "Is it okay if they stay here?"

"I don't see why not," Terri smiled. "I mean they do liven up the place, and make life more interesting don't they?"

"Good, I'm glad you're cool with that. So would it be that difficult to be cool with Paul dating Trynia?"

"Gene, you sneak," Terri groaned.

"Go on and call them. Tell them you're inviting her for a girl's day out..."

"All right, I'll extend the olive branch..." Terri sighed. "If you'll stop bugging me about it..."

"I won't stop till I get what I want," Gene laughed. "You know me well enough by now..."

"I'm getting soft..." Terri laughed as she reached for the telephone.

Paul picked up the line as he lay in bed, "Hello? Terri? Uh... what can I do for you?"

"Is Trynia there? I would like to speak to her..."

"Uh... well let me see," Paul said as tactfully as possible. He muffled the telephone with his hand and nudged the person beside him.

"Hmm?" she asked, looking up at him in the dimmed light of his bedroom.

"You have a phone call. It's Terri. Don't worry I think she sounds in a good mood..."

"Give me that," Trynia said, taking the phone eagerly. "Hello? How are you doing tonight?"

"Pretty good. You?"

"Fine. What's up?"

"How would you like to go shopping tomorrow with me? I mean we could pick out dresses for tomorrow night's promo party, and get our hair styled. That is if you haven't already made plans for tomorrow..."

"Um, well no," Trynia said. "Uh where would we go?"

"Leave that up to me," Terri's laugh came. "I'd really appreciate the company... we could talk... you know... about things..."

"Hmm sounds good to me. I'll be there. What time?"

"I'll pick you up at nine," Terri said. "At Paul's apartment..."

"Good, I'm looking forward to it," Trynia answered. "See ya!"

"Goodbye, and see you tomorrow!" Terri answered brightly. The phone clicked off, and Paul gazed intently at her.

"What?" Trynia asked.

"Well..."

"She invited me to go shopping for a new dress," Trynia smiled. "That's all."

"That's it?"

"You're expecting something else?" she asked.

"Well..." Paul muttered. "In light of recent events..."

"Paul she's going to pick me up at nine tomorrow. And I haven't made any other plans..."

"I though you and I could pick out a gown together..." he pouted.

"Nice try Mister. But I'm gonna have to face Terri eventually. I'd rather be a friend, ok?"

"If that's what you want, baby, I can't argue," Paul sighed.

"Good, cause I'd sure hate to be sleeping on the sofa. I'd get an awfully stiff neck..."

"Sleep on the sofa?" Paul teased. "You wound me! Oh I'm definitely going to have to do something about that little comment..."

The next morning she strode out of the kitchen, having eaten a hearty breakfast that Paul cooked up for her. Fresh fruit salad, french toast and orange juice were quickly devoured between the two, washed down by fresh french roast coffee. She had to admit Paul did know a thing or two about cooking, despite what she might have assumed otherwise. Was it her imagination or was he trying his damndest to keep her from leaving?

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Paul asked, nuzzling her from behind.

"Paul it's not the Spanish Inquisition," Trynia laughed as he kissed her neck.

"But..."

"It's just two women going out and getting their hair done, and picking out clothes, nothing more," She said. "And I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself ok?"

"Well take the cell phone I got you, if you need to call me. I'll be at Gene's, ok?"

"Okay mommy," she teased, wriggling out of his embrace and walking to the door. She took her purse from the entry table, Paul close behind her.

Quickly he moved before her, taking her in his arms. She couldn't resist his soft gentle kiss and his hands working down her back at first. Gently she squirmed and pushed him back playfully, shaking her head.

"Paul, I'll be fine!" she groaned. "Don't make this a production number ok?"

"All right, you win," Paul raised a hand, backing away. "Have a good time... but don't' forget this..."

He slipped the credit card into her purse before she could stop him; fully aware that probably where they were going she couldn't afford whatever it was anyway. "Okay, but that's only for the dress..."

"Right," Paul nodded. "Have a good time... and what time will you be back to meet me at Gene's?"

"Well we'll call ok?" she patted his cheek as the buzzer at the gate sounded.

Paul pressed the switch to allow her to enter the gated apartment complex. There was the sound of a car engine, and a sharp knock at the door a few minutes later. Pushing before Paul, Trynia answered the door. Behind it stood Terri, in a casual maroon patterned skirt and matching silky blouse, low cut. She wore a black overjacket, bluejean, in the exact contrast of fabrics that Paul couldn't stand, which was the fashion rage now.

As For Trynia, she wore a knee length skirt, with a lacey collar and short sleeves. It was one of the casual outfits Paul had suggested for her day to day wardrobe. At least for going shopping on Rodeo Drive that is. She still was trying to get used to wearing high-heeled pumps, with a short stack heel, because Paul didn't' think platforms were flattering. However, Terri's platform loafers were a good casual alternative.

"Ready to go?" Terri smiled.

"Yes," Trynia nodded. One of the recent purchases had involved a new pair of glasses to replace a pair that was accidentally broken when they slipped off her bedside table. The new ones had metallic frames, oval and smaller then those she had before with a fashionable design on the temples.

Very chic, and trendy, Terri noted. But very Paul. His influence was very rampant in the outfits Trynia wore now. She bit her tongue, and glanced up at a pensive Paul with a warm smile, "Hey Paul. You ready for tonight?"

"Sure am. Look, make sure you gals come back by four ok? We need to make sure that..."

"Gene and I have it all covered," she assured him. "I'll bring her back in one piece ok?"

"Uh... ok, have fun," he said. "Later!"

"C'mon," Terri smiled, resting her hand on Trynia's shoulder. She urged her toward the street where a Black Mustang convertible was parked.

From behind the door, Paul watched both women chatting as they climbed into Terri's car, and buckled their seatbelts. She had the top down, and carefully turned the key in the ignition, stopping for a moment to put on her sunglasses. He wasn't exactly sure about her parting shot but there was little he could do now, except head over to Gene's and wait.

As they pulled out and headed onto the main road, Terri attempted to start casual conversation, "How's the book coming?"

"Pretty well, but Paul's such a perfectionist..."

"Yeah, Gene says he tends to be. I noticed you have some nice new outfits. Recent purchases?"

"Paul dragged me over Rodeo Drive," Trynia groaned. "It was sweet but I was embarrassed when the clerk and he got into an argument!"

"Oh man that is Paul," Terri laughed at the mental image. "Well did you get out of there in one piece?"

"Yeah, I just hid in the dressing room till they came to find me. Paul decided that I'd had enough..."

"Well, I hope you told him when enough was enough..." Terri laughed, then stopped. "I'm sorry I didn't want to seem insensitive..."

"You aren't. Terri, I just want to let you know I want to be your friend, ok. I appreciate you taking me out to get an outfit, and I want to get to know you..."

"That's exactly why I'm here now," Terri admitted. "To get to know you."

"Was it your idea or Genes?" Trynia asked.

"Gene's," Terri laughed. "He twisted my arm. I just am lousy when it comes to thinking of ideas sometimes..."

"That's understandable... I normally hate shopping for clothes..."

"So do I," Terri admitted. "And we're not going to Rodeo Drive, but Fifth Avenue. I frequent a nice store there when I want to get a nice dress for a do like tonight. Reasonable prices too."

"Good," Trynia nodded. "Spoken like a true scientist..."

"Hehe," Terri laughed. She turned on the radio and pushed in a CD. Soon the song Unholy cranked on, and Trynia laughed.

"Good choice," Trynia nodded. "I always crank that song when I'm in a mood for rocking... on a good drive..."

"Hey it's a miracle, we have something in common other then Chemistry!" Terri quipped.

"Say Terri, what kind of a chemist were you... I mean are you?"

"Analytical. You?"

"Biorganic."

"Good choice. Did you study under Edwards?"

"Reczkowsky," she said.

"Don't believe I know him..."

"He's new. Edward retired last year..."

Trynia brought Terri up to date regarding Villanova news by the time they pulled up to the valet parking at the Spa. Taking her purse, Terri showed the way to the elevator, and both continued to discuss their research.

"So there I was, at my defense, when my advisor asks the one question I wasn't prepared to answer..." Terri recounted.

"Oh no what did you do?"

"I basically said, 'well sir, you didn't ever cover that subject, so I took the liberty to expand upon it... and I don't know!' and he was floored."

"OH brother... what happened.

"HE took it in good humor." She reassured Trynia. They reached the main lobby of the mall, and Trynia drew in her breath. It was nice, clean, and full of light. Huge skylights beamed the sunlight from above amidst the muzak piped through the ritzy mall.

"Okay, straight to the dress shop, and then to Frederick's..."

"Frederick's of Holly wood?"

"Yep. We need to get you the perfect accessories..." Terri winked.

"Nothing glow in the dark ok?"

"You're no fun," Terri laughed. "C'mon..."

"Oh I love that..." Trynia gasped when Terri pulled a silk gown off the rack, strapless with a black ribbon in the small of the back, and horizontal seaming that made it look like ribbon wrapped around the whole bodice and skirt.

"Well if I know Paul he'll want floor length..." Trynia muttered. "And I'm not into showing my flesh off..."

"Well, there is this nice black number," Terri murmured, pointing to a long black velvet number. "But this is a more casual party... so you can be a bit more fun..."

"Is this... fun?" Trynia asked, holding up a violet dress with straps that crossed the back. The ruffle skirt was below the knee, the bodice cut just above the braline, but with off the shoulder sleeves.

"Hmm yes," Terri winked. "So, what do you think, red or green?"

"Green is fun," Trynia nodded.

"Great. Now, how about this for you?" she asked, pulling out a little black velvet dress with a low V-neck. Lace covered the lower portion of the V to the mid neck, with matching lace on the bottom and the sleeves. It was tight and form fitting, cut below the knee and very sensual to the feel.

"Ohhh..." Trynia whispered. "It's nice..."

"Hmm, they have a similar one in dark green..."

"I like the dark violet..."

"Okay... now... the right stockings to wear..." she muttered. The clerk came over and Terri directed them to hold the gowns while they picked the hosiery.

It was one department over, and Terri was showing her the best place to get garter belts. Trynia looked at her with confusion till Terri explained, "Well these are the good day to day ones. And I'm thinking perhaps more practical. But when you get home..."

"Frederick's?"

"Hmm Frederick's," Terri grinned. "You're right. Okay, let's get some shoes for this... and then its Frederick's!"

"Paul's going to flip when you wear this," Terri winked, handing her a purple teddy. It had soft velvet at the top; the rest made of soft silk. They had found other tempting treats there as well, debating over what would best go under a dress of their choice.

Black rose stockings were what they settled upon for Trynia, with a soft forest green for Terri's. Instead of stiletto heeled shoes, Trynia had selected a pair of soft velvet pumps, with thicker heels that were four inches, stacked. Much sturdier, yet still elegant in their own way.

"I wonder," Terri asked, when they stood before the register.

"What?"

"Let's make a pact... ok? That whatever we get here, we won't let the guys see till the last minute when they see us at the party..."

"I like surprise," Trynia grinned conspiratorially.

"And... whatever discuss here will remain our secret?" Terri proposed.

"Sounds good to me," Trynia nodded. She pulled out Paul's card, and the clerk accepted it without a second glance.

"Now... after this it's off to the spa... for an afternoon of preparation," Terri said, taking her bag.

"The gowns?"

"We will pick those up later, just before we head out to Gene's. I figure we can get dressed in the guesthouse... ok?"

"Great..."

"That way Gene and Paul can't sneak a peek... before its time," Terri laughed. They exited the store, smiles on their faces.

"Hmm, how about violet," Terri suggested when Trynia was considering highlights. The beauty spa was a moderate sized place elsewhere in the shopping mall, a Jeanne Madeline with master stylists. It was the type of establishment featured on makeover shows on TLC that she had only imagined about. Now here she was, selecting beauty treatments as if she was at the local Holiday Hair she usually frequented. Except the prices were at least four times what she would ever dare consider paying for cosmetic enhancement. 100 dollars was the starting price for a haircut and shampoo, giving her an idea of the further upgrades.

"I always used burgundy..." Trynia muttered, still looking up at the price list.

"Well it's up to you. What do you want?" Terri asked her, fingering the individual swatches of hair by the color key. "Don't worry, this one's on me..."

"Really?" Trynia asked.

"Why the hell not? I mean I just got my advance check for my latest novel. It's my treat." Terri smiled.

"Do you use foil or a cap?" Trynia asked the attentive hairdresser. He was a slender fellow in black, who traced his hands through Trynia's soft thick hair.

"Hmm, I think foils would be best..." he said. "Oh you have such fabulous hair! So healthy! When was the last time you had it colored?"

"Two years ago. Highlights are expensive..."

"Indeed, and we use the best," Carlos laughed. "So... what will it be?"

"The Six V," Trynia nodded.

"I think that's an affirmative," Terri smiled to her stylist. Trynia let him usher her off to the sink to get shampooed. While she had her hair trimmed when she was first here with Paul, she had not considered highlights or a completely new style. Now it seemed paramount.

Terri had entrusted her to her own stylist, Carlos, while she had Dwayne work on her own updo. He bustled Terri into a comfortable chair, and fussed over her as he rubbed hands through her own long mane of brown. It was chestnut and mahogany, with red highlights that accentuated her soft brown eyes. They were a shade lighter then Trynia's, more like Gene's. A sort of chocolate brown.

Already Trynia had subjected herself to hot wax for facial hair, with striking results. She had this done just before the concert two weeks ago, and it was high time for a refresher. Now, devoid of extraneous hair and enjoying the feel of the citrus shampoo squelched through her hair, she relaxed. After rinsing, she was ushered to the chair, where Carlos again fingered her hair.

"Hmm, are you looking for a big change?"

"Yes, something perky," Terri suggested. "What do you want?"

"I want to be able to show off my best features," Trynia said, glancing up at Carlos.

"Yes, you have lovely eyes. Let's show them off for your man!"

"Sounds terrific," Trynia smiled as he handed her a sheet of foil, and instructed her to fold them for him. He selected two tubes of dye, and began to mix them rapidly in a rubber bowl. Cold goop hit her scalp when he tucked the foil under each part of hair and painted the dye overtop. It was a painstaking process of her presenting him with each foil and his fussing and clipping the piece of hair up into place.

"Terri, did you and he... go together?" Trynia asked.

"Who?"

"Uh, you know... a certain gentleman I'm involved with?"

"Yes," Terri said. "WE only saw each other for a week though."

"Only a week?" Trynia asked. "That's not long at all... is it?"

"No, it isn't."

"Terri, did he... really get you fired from your last job?"

"Yes he did."

"Uh... was it because he was trying to apologize... by... coming onto you?"

"That's about it," Terri laughed. "With a bouquet of roses no doubt..."

"Roses, it figures," Trynia groaned. "But... were you okay... I mean... did you try a temp agency or something..."

"Yes. Gene offered me a job, and I took it. But he had to twist my arm..."

"I bet you were pissed at Paul though... I would be if someone got me fired... because of... you know..."

Over Terri's head, Dwayne fussed, tucking and teasing her hair into place. He worked it into a strange weave with hairpins and spray, sculpting her tresses like marble.

"I was pissed," Terri said.

"Rightfully so." Trynia nodded. "I'd be pissed too. Was that why you broke up?"

"That's it."

After she was placed under a hairdryer, it was time for the cut. Carlos selected a fresh comb and a pair of scissors. Soon the pieces dropped to the floor accompanied by the sound of clicking. He rubbed his goatee and pressed his glasses further up his face while he continued.

"So... how did you end up with Gene?" Trynia asked.

"Well, would you believe that he came all the way out to try and convince me to take the job?" Terri asked.

"I guess he 'convinced you' it was a good idea, then?" Trynia smiled.

"Pretty much. I realized that he was the one that I cared for... but never really noticed till the chips were down..."

"You're very fortunate that he loves you so," Trynia said. "That's worth everything..."

"You're a romantic, aren't you?" Terri smiled. "I guess that is..."

"Finally, we're done," Carlos laughed, blowing her hair dry. "This is a sharp cut for you... no pun intended..."

"Thanks..." Trynia laughed, as she saw the sculpted hair fall around her face. Carlos smoothed hairwax over it to slick it down and poof up the back a bit. What was left was a layered bob, soft wisps framing her face in violet highlights.

"Voila, a new woman!" Terri grinned. Dwayne had finished his masterpiece by then, revealing the elaborate basket weave of added extensions mingled with her natural hair.

"Oh brother," Trynia flushed.

"No, you look great. Now how about nails?" Carlos asked.

"I never do nails," Trynia groaned.

"Why not? Saves you from biting them. Just get some tips... it'll look nice..." Dwayne added.

"Oh all right, what the hell," Trynia said. "Fix me up..."

"Ms. Mason?"

"The usual," she told Carlos. Together they were hustled over to the manicure area. Terri selected a dusty red, holding out her nails to be buffed.

"Tsk... these are the nails of a biter," Carlos sighed.

"Can you save them?" Trynia asked.

"I've faced far bigger challenges hon. Let's see what we want... how long?"

"Uh... I don't want claws..." she held up a hand, as he pulled out the lengths of acrylic tips.

"We file the tips down," Carlos assured her. "Now we'll have to file these down a bit... and then we'll get you glued up..."

Terri's table was right next to Trynia's, and they admired each other's styles. Taking a deep breath, Trynia asked, "Well, is that why you and your... ex still have this undercurrent of tension..."

"Huh?" Terri asked over the sound of filing.

"Well... its like he's on eggshells around you... all the time," Trynia said tentatively. Carlos lifted her hand and began to apply the glue.

"I guess that would be the explanation," Terri sighed deeply. "I can't forget what he did..."

"Have you forgiven him... or is that something you'd rather not discuss?"

"I got over it, but yeah I guess I'm still resentful," Terri said. "You have to understand..."

"He turned your world upside down, and was your intro into their world," Trynia added. "And maybe you're resentful of that?"

"I can't go back," Terri said, glancing at Trynia.

"But I can?" Trynia said.

"Yes. Life is choice. And you can do whatever you want."

"So can you, Terri, right?" Trynia completed her phrase.

"I have made choices. I can't walk away from them now..." Terri sighed.

"But that doesn't mean life is over. You have so much..." Trynia said to her. "You're a hell of a novelist, and you have a life most people would kill for..."

"You read my book?"

"I read Geological Conundrum. Well written," Trynia said. "I'm a Dr. Who fan... best of the Missing Adventures series."

"Thanks... you are a SF fan?"

"Absolutely. My favorite writer is Isaac Asimov..."

"I prefer Ben Bova, myself. But Asimov is a grand master..." Terri smiled. "How about Heinlein?"

"I love him... especially Stranger in a Strange Land... what a social commentary..."

"Good steamy scenes in the uncut," Terri winked.

"I enjoy the scenes in your first novel... I believe it was called United in Space..."

"Uh huh, that's right. What sort of stories do you write?"

"Fantasy... like ancient Egypt," said Trynia. "Stories of time travel and lost worlds of magic..."

"I stink at fantasy," Terri said with appreciation. "I need something to base my stories off of..."

"Fantasy has its own rules you must follow," Trynia said. "But it's a far different system..."

"Most definitely..." Terri acknowledged. By now, her first coat was done, and Carlos was applying the tips to Trynia's fingernails.

"So, what do you think Gene and Paul are doing?" Trynia asked.

"Probably worrying if we're all right?" Terri laughed.

Paul tugged on the strings of his Ibanez, threading one through the tuning peg. Every so often he had them restrung, but for some reason he didn't' feel like having his guitar tech handle this particular piece. He sat in Gene's studio, balancing his guitar against his leg, and pulling each string taught. Taking his electronic tuner, he began to twist and contort each into its proper configuration.

"Are you going to play that or fiddle with it?" Gene asked, strumming a few chords on one of his Punisher bases. He slipped the end of the cord into a socket with a definitive click in the amplifier's hole.

"Actually I was going to see if I lost my touch. These guitar techs do all the restringing... I'm gonna think if I was stranded on a desert island I'd be helpless."

"Oh shit that would be a freaking nightmare," Gene groaned.

"Well according to Trynia there's a whole list of such stories on the group she belongs too..."

"The Internet again," Gene groaned, rolling his eyes. "Man I hate that technological waste of time and talent..."

"That waste is putting KISS on the Internet, and you wouldn't believe how many fans have websites devoted to us. Ace says it's the future..."

"Yeah yeah, I know," Gene muttered. "So... how do you figure Terri and Trynia are doing?"

"That's what I'm afraid of," Paul muttered. "I hope they aren't' tearing each other's hair out by now..."

"Paul, you are a wonder," Gene laughed. "I'm sure it's just girl stuff. Betcha that they'll come back best friends!"

"You're a freaking optimist, Gene..."

"Well Terri's gonna have to get used to her, like it or not. Because I have a feeling she's gonna be around a while. And Terri's going along to do pyro for the last set of cities..."

"Sheesh that's gonna suck," Paul groaned.

"You don't have to protect her Paul. She can take care of herself. Don't smother her..."

"Like you don't' smother Terri?" Paul shot back. "Shut up man..."

"Hey I protect what's mine, not wrap it in lace and baby it. When she falls on her ass I let her, but I'm the first one there to pick her up. You, you don't even let your woman go without a fall, and then you think it's your damn fault..."

"Gene I just am an incurable romantic that's all. I treat them like ladies..."

"So do I, but I let them call the shots sometimes. It doesn't hurt. Besides, don't you get bored if she always does what you expect?"

"I guess I do," he nodded.

As the time for the party approached, Trynia and Terri made their preparations. They had sneaked in quietly, and approached the guesthouse with their purchases. Carefully they placed them in one of the bedrooms, and closed the door. They made their way back to the house, grinning conspiratorially.

"I'll just help Gene with last minute preparations over the phone. It won't be till four when people start arriving... but I'll come get you when we're gonna get dressed, ok?" Terri winked.

"I wasn't aware it was elsewhere then your own home..." Trynia muttered, taken aback.

"Oh brother doesn't Paul tell you anything?" Terri groaned.

"Uh... no... I automatically assumed it would be at your place..."

"Hmm, so like him," Terri grumbled. "Well don't worry. It's at a very nice banquet hall at the Doubletree Suites. It's not black tie, so you don't have to worry so much. And besides with what we're wearing we outclass half the people there!"

"Who all is going to be there?'

"A couple dozen of Gene's friends, and that means probably close to two hundred at least... because the friends bring friends, and then those friend bring friends. You should have seen how many showed up for Gene's birthday last year..."

"I can imagine... that must have been a huge bash," Trynia nodded.

"It was. I was terrified, because he put me in charge of catering! But together we planned one memorable party for all! They especially like how I saved money by simply using the entertainment system in the house and played my old CD collection. King Crimson was a good hit for the party!"

"Oh man I love them!" Trynia grinned. "You like King Crimson?"

"Yes. 20^th century Schizoid man rocks. Esp At the Court of the Crimson King. Best make out music," Terri laughed. For a moment she felt as if she were back in college with good friends, and not in the home of one of the richest rock and rollers.

"That's too cool. So now what?"

"We get dressed out of their eyeshot. When the limousine arrives to get us..."

"Got you," Trynia nodded. As they made their way across the yard, they saw Gene and Paul happen to stride out.

"Ladies," Gene said, acknowledging them. "So nice to see you home in one piece!"

"Hello Gene..." Terri grinned. "And no, you don't get a sneak preview..."

"Trynia, you look damn hot with that haircut," Gene said with a wink. "If you weren't Paul's I'd take you here and now..."

"He means that as a compliment," Terri nudged Trynia.

"I know," Trynia grinned. "Believe me I know."

"Nice to see you baby," Paul cooed, resting a hand on his hip and giving her the once over that made her heart leap. "May I say, you look lovely?"

"Wait till you see what we got," Trynia winked. "And no fair sneaking a peak either."

"Did you... have a good time?" Paul asked. "What all did you people hash out, may I ask?"

"You may ask," Terri said. "But I don't think you'll get an answer."

"So, you two didn't tear each other to pieces. What exactly did you discuss?" Gene asked.

"Yes... did you ladies... get to know each other?" Paul asked again, turning the full stare of deep mahogany eyes at Terri. His penetrating gaze was ineffective as Terri simply shook her head.

"Now it was just girl talk Paul, you know," Trynia laughed, tweaking his nose playfully.

"Exactly," Terri nodded, with a wink at Trynia. "Gene, is everything ready that we agreed on?"

"Caterers will be there soon..." Gene nodded, glancing into a leather planner he pulled out of his front pants pocket. "At then the limosine comes at about five to get all of us. You think you can be ready in time, ladies?"

"Question is you and Paul can be ready before us?" Terri teased him, giving him a smack on the arm.

"Just watch us and you might see," Gene whispered back, in an extremely sexy tone that sent shivers through Trynia. It was that onstage Demon persona coming through into private life.

"Nice try, Gene. But no dice," Terri laughed.

"Shit I was so close," Gene snapped his fingers.

"Okay, let's all get ready... and then you'll have your surprise," Terri said, shooing them away from the guesthouse. Gene and Paul complied, Paul glancing back at Trynia with concern.

"That guy worries too much," Trynia muttered.

"Oh well, let him sweat. We have some work ahead of us..." Terri nodded. "Now I'll just check on the last minute preparations... you go ahead and start getting ready..."

"Right," Trynia winked.

"So, Stanley, are you gonna preen all damn night or come out of that guestroom?" Gene shouted as he banged playfully on Paul's door. "The limos almost here!"

"Just a minute!" Paul yelled back. "Jeez Gene don't have a heart attack!"

Laughing, Gene ran a hand over his hair, which was slicked back into a ponytail. He wore black pants, polished boots, and a crisp white shirt with a black blazer. It was his usual business dress outfit, in lieu of a fancy suit, and anyway this wasn't a black tie affair.

In one of the guestrooms, Paul had brought his outfits to pick the right one for Gene's promotional. It was dress casual, but in Hollywood terms. He was well satisfied with the ensemble of black shirt, cream colored blazer, and smoke gray vest, that matched the charcoal gray of his pants and tied it together with the rest of the outfit. Smearing gel into his hair, he slicked it back with the open bristled brush. He'd stolen it from Trynia's things in the bathroom, finding it to be just the thing for thick hair like his own.

Also, it smelled of her perfume, Dulce Vanilla, a light clean scent that he had gotten her earlier on in their shopping spree. A few of her hairs were caught within, and tangled with his own, and he laughed as he brushed them off. The last touch was a shot of cologne, with a musk scent he knew would drive her crazy. He couldn't help but wonder just what Terri had told her, and the fear rose in his stomach.

Gene banged on his door again, and Paul shouted, "I'm ready man! Cant you hold your horses like some people?"

"They've been running!" Gene shouted. "C'mon! I'm gonna be late to my own promo party, Stanley!"

Paul strode out of the guestroom, all preened and slicked down. He and Gene nodded at each other, and headed down the stairs. "So, where are the lovely ladies who will accompany us there?" Paul asked.

"Terri chased me out of the guesthouse at least five times," Gene laughed. "Gal has no sense of fun..."

"Any glimpses?" Paul asked, knowing Gene probably had slipped around to one side where the bushes were thicker, near the bathroom of the house. It was his secret place to 'check up' on his guests, particularly the female sort.

"A lot of silk was laid out on the bed, man," Gene laughed. "I'm sure it's going to be a good night, for both of us!"

"Gene you're a real class-one, grade A pervert," Paul groaned.

"And it took you 20 years to figure that out?" Gene shot back. "And I thought Ace was slow, damn it..."

Already in the lobby of Gene's home were two visions in silk and velvet, impatiently tapping their feet. Gene stopped for a moment, and let out a wolf whistle of appreciation. Now they realized what was worth waiting for the whole day.

"Damn, two hot sexy chicks, this is looking better and better," Gene grinned, looking both of them up and down.

"Come to papa," Paul smiled, looking them up and down as well. "Whoa..."

"Turn around and let us see the back of that," Gene said to the girl on the left, his own woman Terri, who smoothed out her green silk dress. "Nice..."

Paul strode over to the other, about her height in purple. Softly her highlighted hair framed her face, with the new glasses he had purchased her. He was impressed with the sheer lines of her shapely legs, visible from the form fitting dress that terminated just at the knee. The sudden urge to run his hands all over her curves grew in him and Paul cleared his throat. In black velvet heels, she was taller, her dark eyes accentuated by the violet highlights. Amazing how a size 18 could be so drastically transformed by a little purple dress.

"Hi Paul," Trynia said softly, her own eyes walking up and down his form. "Terri helped pick this out... I wasn't sure at first... it's a bit shorter then I'm used to..."

"It's gorgeous, and so are you," Paul whispered, moving close and slipping his arm around her back. Lightly his fingers traced the velvet, and ran down her leg.

"Really?"

"Really," Paul whispered. "That's no lie. You look stunning..."

"Thank you..."

"Can we go already, Paul?" Gene asked. "Plenty of time for drooling in the limo... we have all night..."

"Alll night," Paul grinned, clasping Trynia's hand in his own, and sending shivers all over her body. She would be lucky to walk in a straight line she was feeling so over the moon at this moment.

Out of the limo, they emerged, to step into the entrance portico of a sumptuous hotel. Sharply Trynia drew in her breath as she clasped Paul's hand and saw the other limousines lined up behind theirs. Granted it wasn't the Emmys, but the idea that other celebrities would be there floored her in an instant. Terri glanced over and felt sympathy for the wide-eyed look on the other woman's face, knowing she had once been starstruck and dazzled by the opulence.

Photographs were snapped, as Gene made his way inside the hotel, to the banquet hall where the party would be held. Behind them walked Paul with Trynia, smiling and waving. He had suggested if she felt up to it, to wear the sunglasses that many celebrities sported. It did help screen out the feeling of the eyes of the world upon her somewhat. Was it akin to a child closing their eyes in the vain hopes that they would become magically invisible?

Trynia glanced about for reference points in the growing crowd. Who was celebrity and who wasn't. Many were connected to KISS, because it was Gene's autobiography. Others were associated stars who knew him from his film career, and his producing. She recognized Shannon Tweed, Gene's old girlfriend as she wandered over and Gene greeted her with a hug and a kiss to the cheek. To her astonishment, she greeted Terri in an equally friendly manner, like two female friends would.

"They get along?" she whispered to Paul.

"Yeah, lucky," Paul nodded. "C'mon I want to introduce you to some people... before this clambake starts..."

"Oh god..."

"Don't worry. Just smile and be as pretty as you are. And don't' be afraid to mix and mingle. Celebrities are people too..."

"I know," Trynia whispered back. "But..."

"Hey Paul... how the hell are you?" came a voice from the side. Trynia smiled as she saw Bruce Kulick stride up, with an attractive woman.

"Hey Bruce... what's shakin, and who's the ravishing beauty?"

"Desiree," he grinned. "Meet Paul... and meet Paul's date... Trynia..."

"Trynia? As in Trynia Merin?" Desiree asked.

"Yes... wait... you're on Girltalk, aren't you?" Trynia asked.

"Yeah... oh my god this is incredible. Shannon wasn't fibbing!" Desiree laughed. "When she said she and Shandi met up with you gals!"

"How did you meet Bruce?" Trynia asked.

"Well Terri introduced us... at the Louisville KISS expo... and well... we spent a LOOONG time talking... and he invited me for the book signing. I'm gonna be staying at Gene's..."

"Lucky gal," Trynia grinned.

"Do you ladies want a drink?" Paul asked.

"I'd love one, thank you," Trynia nodded eagerly. Bruce turned to Desiree.

"You want one, babe?"

"Yes... make mine a martini, extra dry..."

"Tryn?'

"Cabernet Sauvignon?" Trynia asked. Paul smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Be back. Don't be afraid to mingle... but stay in the area ok?" he laughed. Both men hurried off to get drinks for their ladies.

Desiree and Trynia stood next to each other watching the celebrities come and go. More and more spilled into the banquet room each minute. They swapped stories of their exploits to pass the time.

"Oh my god... that's Cher," Trynia gasped when she saw a distinctive jet haired beauty wandering in the crowd.

"You like Cher?"

"Ever since I was 5!" Trynia said. "Hey, let's go talk to her!"

"Uh okay," Desiree said. "But what about the guys..."

"Let 'em find us," Trynia grinned. She wandered over to where Cher was talking to one or two other suited individuals, one of whom was exchanging business cards with her. She was dressed in a tight black dress with long floral stockings, a minicoat and a scarf tied around her neck. Her hair she wore long and straight, her distinctive stiletto heeled boots up over her knees.

"Hi," Trynia said, when Cher turned in their general direction. "How are you?"

"Hey," Cher smiled. "Nice outfit there. You must shop at the same place I do..."

"Uh well," Trynia laughed. "It depends... on if it's in Rodeo or elsewhere..."

"I saw that same gown at Saks fifth," Cher grinned. "Glad I didn't wear it here, or they'd be giving me the riot act..."

"I love the boots," Trynia said. "Very you."

"So you gals friends or fans of ol' Gene?" Cher asked, noticing the KISS style necklace around Desiree's neck in gold. Had Bruce given it to her?

"Actually yes," Trynia nodded. "He's my second favorite in KISS..."

"And who would be your first?" Cher winked, and peered at Trynia's tattoo, visible partly in the neckline of her gown. "Paul, right?"

"How well you know me," Trynia grinned. "But I do like other music as well... especially Life After Love..."

"Well... aren't you up front about it," Cher smiled. "So, you're a fan of little ol' me too, huh?"

"Guilty as charged," Trynia smiled. "I'm Trynia Merin... and this is Desiree..."

"That's one impressive tat," Cher smiled appreciatively at Trynia's tattoo. Trynia pulled her dress a bit back so Cher could get a better look.

"Well they aren't roses," Trynia smiled. "Not like the ones you have..."

"They were a pain in the butt, literally," Cher joked. "No kidding, that must have been three hours or more under the needle...'

"Three and a half..." Trynia nodded.

"So, how long you listened to the boys?"

"For a while now..." Trynia admitted. "But would you believe I was aware of you a lot earlier then them?"

"Now that's a first, a KISS fan who was a fan of little ol me before the boys..." she laughed. "That's a riot!"

Trynia flushed with pleasure, not believing how easy it was to talk to Cher, like a normal person. "Would I be gushing if I said I admired you a huge deal?"

"Naw, gush away," Cher waved a hand. "I need some good vibes for tonight, since Gene's hogging the spotlight in this shindig."

Just then, Bruce arrived with Desiree's drink, and she smiled as she took it. He slipped a hand around her waist, and smiled a hello to Cher.

"Later Tryn, ok?" Desiree whispered. "Have fun!"

"Sorry...'

"Don't be," Des whispered. "Have fun..."

Trynia hadn't noticed who moved up to her elbow, till he placed the drink in her hand, and Cher said, "Hi Paul..."

"Hey Cher, thanks for keeping her company. You wouldn't believe the line at the bar..."

"She's your date Paul? Where have you been hiding her?" Cher whispered to him as she gave him a greeting kiss to his cheek.

"This is Trynia," Paul said. "She's helping edit my new book..."

"Hold onto her, will you? She looks like a keeper." Cher smiled. Trynia sipped her wine and relaxed as Paul rested his hand on her hip, and he and Cher exchanged a few words of conversation.

"Hey Tryn!" called someone. It was Shannon, from the look of her, wearing her killer boots and what appeared to be a brand new black dress. Her arm was stuck through that of someone who looked a hell of a lot like Gene, but much younger.

"Hey Shannon," Trynia smiled, turning to her. Paul smiled and said hello, then turned back to Cher. Another person had moved over, presumably Cher's date who also knew Paul.

"Looks like Gene got shrunk in the wash," Paul laughed. "Hey..."

"Yum, he's a close version of the real thing," Cher smiled, moving over and brushing up against the lookalike who gave a smile and a kiss to her hand.

"This is Ray, from Hotter then Hell..." Shannon said. "He got a personal invitation to come here..."

"Enchanted," Ray smiled, with all the smolder of Gene at Cher. Did he realize it was the REAL Cher?

"I can't have the real thing, but hey," Shannon laughed, and Trynia gave her a greeting hug.

Just then, the microphone whooped, and they all swiveled their heads toward the front of the room where a podium had been set up. Doc McGhee, who was the toastmaster for this event started speaking about Gene. Conversation dulled to a low rumble to accommodate the introduction.

"Be right back baby, got to intro Gene," Paul said. "Mind if she hangs with you, Cher?"

"Sure," Cher nodded. She moved over toward Trynia with her date, and both watched as Paul strode up to the podium. He took up where Doc left off, delivering some strange anecdotes about Gene.

Trynia happened to notice a blond, who looked familiar, striding by. She shook her head and stopped when she saw Paul speaking. For a split second, she was afraid it was Paul's ex wife Purcell Purcell, but it wasn't. Nevertheless, she could see what resembled a smirk on the blonde's face as she whispered something to the person next to her, another blond.

"I see he's had another chin job," she could hear the woman whispering; who was only about five feet from them now. After that comment her friend gave a giggle.

"Never could whisper sweet nothings in that one ear," the other laughed back. "He's deaf."

Trynia turned her head, distracted. Cher happened to glance over too for a moment, and then Trynia remember who the mystery blonde was.

"I guess naughty girls need love too," Trynia whispered to Cher.

"What's that?" Cher asked.

"Never mind," Trynia whispered. "Sorry."

Cher however was focussed on Paul's speech, sipping her drink. Trynia noticed the blond was actually glancing in their direction, and she couldn't help muttering the lyrics to Heart of Chrome under her breath.

Especially when she heard the next set of comments, "That's her. Paul's new girl..."

"You mean the one with the big boobs? Figures. He likes 'em big."

"Well not with the rest of the package... I'm surprised. Must be a groupie..."

She saw the eyes of the blond, on her as she snapped her head around. It made her blood boil, and she flushed red. This wasn't unnoticed by Cher, who was shushing some other people around her so she could listen. Gene had risen to speak now.

"Someone's talking about me I believe," Trynia whispered to Cher. "What should I do?"

"Ignore 'em," Cher whispered back. "They're just being stupid."

"Look at that thing on her... she's a groupie... obviously..."

"Wonder what she's doing here? He's scraping the bottom of the barrel for women..."

"Yeah the fat farm..."

Trynia turned again, and fixed her gaze right into that of the blond. "Excuse me, could you please keep it down, I'm trying to listen to Gene talk..."

Both of them shut up, and said nothing else the rest of the talk. Finally, they dissolved into the group. Hot hurtfulness boiled up in Trynia's stomach, and she felt her eyes burning. She wondered where Paul was at that moment.

"Be right back," Cher told her. "Gene wants his congratulations..."

Trynia was left alone, to chug the remainder of her drink. Champagne was brought out in flutes, and passed around on trays. As one went by, Trynia grabbed a flute and proceeded to down a good third of it, as if to plunge her own awkwardness into the bubbly depths.

"So, what are you doing here?" someone asked her. Trynia turned her head to look at the two blondes, one of whom she recognized as Samantha Fox.

"I'm a friend of Gene's," Trynia said slowly. "Look about earlier I was just trying to hear what Paul had to say..."

"Obviously, considering how you're all goo-goo eyed at him," Samantha said. "Well I have a bit of advice for you girly. Don't stick your nose into other people's business all right? And we'll get along swimmingly..."

"What exactly do you mean by that?' Trynia asked, as levelly as possible without revealing the hurt she felt swelling from her tightening throat.

"You're his latest fling aren't you?" Samantha continued. "So if I were you I'd go home very soon. Saves a broken heart later..."

"She won't... she's a groupie," the other laughed. "Obviously would love Paul no matter what anyone would say..."

"So I'm a KISS fan, is there a law against that?" Trynia asked. "Are you a KISS fan?"

"Dear me no, poppet," Samantha laughed. "I just like to see how the old folks are doing..."

"Why are you even here if you aren't?' Trynia asked.

"She's positively 100 percent groupie material," her friend laughed. "I can't wait to tell my friends about this! Say one cross word about KISS and they get all peckish!"

"Enjoy the ride while you can, dearie, because it's a long way home..." Samantha pretended to blow her a kiss.

"I don't give a damn," Trynia said slowly. "Frankly."

"Ohh so tough," Samantha laughed.

"Why are you even here when you obviously don't give a damn about Paul or Gene?" Trynia said quickly before she could stop herself. "Since you pretty much took what you could and slammed him down hard!"

"Well... if you knew the real story you'd shut your mouth little girl..." Samantha laughed. "You groupies are such a pathetic lot... all oozing and aaahing over Gene and Paul... what did he do, screw you the first time and keep you around for amusement? He does that you know... but what would you care, you're just a groupie. And where he found you he can find a dozen more..."

"Question is, why would he settle for someone like you. He really must be loosing his touch..." the other, named Donna, added in a mean spirit.

"You don't even know him, so shut the hell up, you fake two faced tramps!" Trynia yelled at them, unable to take any more. "At least I'm all one hundred percent real flesh!"

She hurled her champagne glass down at their feet and started walking out of the room as fast as she could. Her walk turned into a stumble as she almost tripped over her shoes and rushed out of the banquet hall into the lobby, tears rolling down her cheeks. She hoped they didn't get the satisfaction of her crying.

Her noise had alerted several guests, that she heard muttering on the way out. At that moment, she wanted to be as far away as possible, sobbing into her hands as she tried to find a room to hide in. Trynia threw away the shoes, wiping at the makeup that stung her eyes as she shoved her glasses into the little clutch purse. Finding the nearest chair in an unused room, she let herself cry.

"Excuse me, what was that all about?" Terri Mason asked, pushing through the group of guests.

"Paul's date just cussed out those two, and she ran," Cher said, having just come back from wherever she was. "Has a mouth on her like me. Wish I had thought of what to say."

"Who..."

"Samantha Fox and Donna D., who else?" Cher shrugged. "Hope the kid's ok..."

"Let me take care of this... can you go find Paul and tell him?" Terri asked.

"I'm halfway there," Cher nodded, moving into the crowd to find Paul.

Terri saw Trynia run out, and moved quickly after her. She saw the discarded shoes on the floor near a side room down the hall, and heard the sounds of the party fading. Someone was crying, she could hear the distinct sobs, and her blood boiled.

"Trynia, you here?" Terri asked, opening the door. Huddled over on a chair, the poor girl was sobbing her heart out.

"Oh god I know I ruined the party..." she sobbed, turning away.

"No you didn't, just tell me what the hell happened," Terri said, leaning over her and stroking her back. Trynia flinched, looking up in the dim light.

"Samantha... and this other woman... they were talking about me... and they... oh shit it was so stupid they..."

"C'mon, let's get you back in there..."

"I can't go back... I..."

"Yes you can," Terri said, stroking her back. "They're stupid bitches that can't keep their mouths shut. Are you going to give them the satisfaction of letting them know they got to you?"

"No... but I hate this!" Trynia sobbed. Terri helped her to stand, shushing her as she hugged the girl to herself.

"Hey, it's okay... shh..." she sighed, patting her back. "It's okay..."

"Worst thing is I probably embarrassed the hell out of Paul..."

"You kidding? He wasn't anywhere in the room when it happened. So, don't worry. Come with me..."

"I can't..."

"You can. We're going to take care of this little problem. I want you to show me who said those things to you..." Terri said, marching her back to the banquet hall.

"But..."

"Trust me," Terri urged, squeezing her shoulder, and passing her tissues. Trynia wiped her face and followed Terri back into the party. Everyone was talking in earnest, and no one even noticed them returning.

"That's them," Trynia pointed to two women who were speaking animatedly to one of the hotel workers, who were cleaning up glass.

"Stay here," Terri said, and strode right up to the scene. Both heads swiveled around as Terri marched over saying, "Something I can help you with, ladies?"

"One of your guests lost her temper," Samantha said. "I suggest you..."

"I suggest you two leave now, before I lose mine," Terri said crisply. "I don't take kindly to people insulting my guests."

"You don't even know what she said," Donna began to say, but Terri cut her off.

"Don't even try that shit with me," Terri hissed. "Get out of here now. And take your little friends with you. I don't even know how you two got in here..."

"You'd throw us out over some little groupie..."

"I would. And for your information, I'm a groupie too, and I did the encores to prove it! So sue me!" Terri snapped.

"I'm surprised Gene kept you around this long," Samantha rolled her eyes.

"Well out with the old, in with the new," Terri stuck her tongue back out at them. "Now there's the door, I suggest you don't let it hit you on the way out! And if you don't know the way, I'll make sure someone shows you!"

"Of all the nerve!" Donna snapped. "Do you know who you're talking to?"

"Stick to funny instead of money," Terri shook her head.

"I can see you have a mouth on you just like Gene's," Samantha sneered. "No wonder she's still around."

"Whatever. At least I don't have a heart of chrome!" Terri snarled at them. Paul and Gene rushed up, followed by Cher at a discrete distance.

"What the hell was that shit about?" Gene asked, seeing the two women glaring at Terri and then the look on Paul's face.

"A little... disagreement," Terri said slowly. Both women backed away slightly, looks of awkwardness on their faces when they beheld Paul. Dark eyes fixed them both in a hard stare that dropped the temperature at least ten degrees in the immediate vicinity.

"What are you doing here, Samantha?" Paul asked them both, and then saw Trynia standing in the distance, her makeup and hair mussed. She stood near Desiree and Bruce, who had also heard the commotion.

"Uh... Paul... didn't expect you here," Samantha said.

"Save it," Paul snapped. You have a lot of nerve showing your face here..."

"It's a free country," Donna said, before Paul's penetrating stare silenced the next words in her throat.

"Easy Paul," Gene urged, grabbing Paul's arm as he stepped fowards. From the distance, Trynia felt her own blood shiver at the anger burning in Paul's brown gaze. Hard and unforgiving like a dark night without stars, she realized. The entire stance of his body tensed like a spring ready to snap, only held back by Gene's restraining grip on Paul's upper arm. Tension crackled amongst the guests, and she held the words in her throat.

"They were just leaving, weren't you?' Terri asked. Samantha and Donna said nothing at the look Paul gave them, but turned and stormed out of the room. With a breath of release Gene loosed his grip on his friend, and stepped back.

"Sorry man," Paul said, glancing up at him.

"No, don't be. Looks like the trash just gotten taken out, right doll?"

"Yes. I'm sorry too..." Terri nodded.

Paul rushed over to where Trynia stood, the hard anger in his dark eyes flushing to concern in a second. There was something there before she had not seen, and she vacilated from extreme fear to a strange mean gladness. Especially when he took her hands in his and led her back out of the crowd.

Gene and Terri spoke to one another quietly for a time. Cher looked on, feeling a bit guilty for what had just happened, but grateful that things had turned out all right. Poor Trynia seemed convinced she had single-handedly ruined Gene's promotional party, but Gene and Paul had both been indisposed at the moment the incident happened. By the time she'd found them coming back from the men's room and told them, the excitement had peaked and gone. There were a few mutters from other guests, but they soon filed up to talk to Gene and congratulate him as if nothing had happened.

Now Paul was speaking quietly to her, his arm around as he dried her tears with his other hand. He looked to Gene, who returned and rested a hand on her shoulder reassuringly, "Hey, don't cry now. You're messing up that lovely face for your man. Now don't worry. If one catfight is all that happens wrong we're doing okay..."

"It's my fault I didn't' realize they had been invited," Terri apologized. "I don't know how the hell they got in..."

"Sometimes the hangers on always sneak in," Paul groaned. "Happens more times then Gene or I wanna admit."

"Look, I gotta go meet and greet my friends and the several dozen hundred hangers on who wanted to have the Demon sign his memoirs. Catch you later ok. And smile, girl will you?" Gene reassured Trynia.

"You see it's okay," Paul soothed, stroking her back. "Look, why don't we get ourselves another drink and relax a little. Forget about them."

"You okay kid?" Cher asked.

"I think she'll be fine," Paul said. "Thanks for telling us..."

"Chin up," Cher called as Paul led Trynia out of the main area, toward the cash bar in the back of the banquet hall. With the feel of his hand on her hip, she relaxed a little, still choked up from the events of the past hour.

"Two glasses of white wine please," Paul asked. He took the two glasses, and handed one to Trynia, keeping the other for himself. Still her hand shook as she held the glass, and took a sip.

"I can't believe I made a scene... I'm not usually that kind of person..."

"Well sometimes we all get to the point where we've had enough, and we snap, baby," Paul said. "I'm not mad ok? I'm more pissed that those people said what they did to you... and I wasn't there to protect you..."

"It's sweet of you, but you can't go back and change it Paul. Shit happens. I just think it was my night to happen to me..."

"Well still, I would have rather it didn't..." Paul sighed, kissing her hand. He sipped his glass of wine slowly, trying to quell the anger surging through his own system.

"This just feels unreal, like something out of high school gone terribly wrong," she laughed ironically. "I just still don't get why..."

"Why what?" he asked.

"Why some people are so petty? I mean what does it matter who the hell your with?"

"Come on," Paul whispered, taking her hand. "Let's got someplace a little more private... don't forget your drink..."

They took their glasses in hand, Paul's arm around her shoulder. He led the way towards a set of double doors where there was a balcony landing. Some couples could walk out and sit down on the patio furniture outside. It was a balmy summer night, and she could see the distant lights of Los Angeles winking from over the hills. A moist harbor wind swept over, blowing the hair from her face. Paul walked her over to a rattan bench, and handed her his drink. He sat down first, and patted the bench next to him. Thigh pressed against his she sat and handed him his drink back.

"What did they say to you... about you?" he asked. She swirled the wine in its glass, cupping it between both of her small hands.

"I wasn't so much mad they called me a groupie," Trynia said slowly. "But when they made a big stink about you scraping the bottom of the barrel... with me..."

"That's not true," Paul said firmly, wrapping his arm around her.

"I know. It made me feel like I was not worth anything. As if I was disposable..."

"You aren't... no way!"

"Why the hell does it matter who you're with? Or who I am? Are their lives so screwed up they have to focus on making others miserable just to feel better?"

"I don't know... some people can be mean, petty and spiteful. Because they think I screwed them over. That's exactly why I keep parts of my life private. I want something of my own..."

"That's how they hurt you. They stole your secrets and paraded them around the world like dirty laundry..."

"Exactly. You didn't have to justify who you are to them..." Paul whispered back, kissing her ear softly.

"Words hurt as much as being punched or kicked, even more so," Trynia sighed.

"Yes they do. It's hard to know who can be trusted."

"I hope you don't think I'm going to somehow...'

"No. I don't. Especially since some people say how you stuck up for me."

"Just like a true KISS fan," she said bitterly.

"More then that. A friend. A true friend..." Paul corrected her. "And that's something I don't see every day. You don't expect anything from me..."

"Nothing more then you're willing to give," she completed. "I don't care about the money or the prestige. I personally cringe thinking how many people are going to ask me secrets about you if they see you and me in a picture together. I hate to admit it... but I'll end up some celebrity among my fellow KISS fans..."

"Is that so bad?" Paul asked with a laugh. "There's no shame in being known for encores... as long as you know what you're getting into."

"But I don't want my life accomplishment to simply be that I got to sleep with you and Gene. That's fine for some people, but not for me. I want more with my life then that. Not that I'm not glad that I have had this time with you. But my life isn't going to end when it's all over. It will just go on..."

"Well stop talking like it is all over," Paul urged. "Enjoy the time we have together. I certainly am. The last few days have been more real then a long time."

"That's it Paul. I'm real to me in my world, but not in this world." Trynia said slowly.

"What are you talking about?"

"The women in there, who change their bodies and mold them to some specific thing that men call beautiful. I'd never go that far, and I would never have the resources to sculpt my body that way. I'll never be like that... I can only pretend... and when they see me with someone like you they think less of you... and I'm just afraid..."

"Afraid of what?" he asked.

"That you'll decide sometime I'm something that will make you look less then what you should be...that I'm not good enough. But why am I even thinking about these thing I..."

"You're real enough for me," Paul said, gently brushed his hand over her breast and giving it a small squeeze. "And buying you new clothes and getting you to look pretty isn't because I'm thinking you're not good enough. Rather that you should have every chance to be as beautiful to them as you can. What's wrong with looking your best?"

"Beauty fades Paul," she said slowly. "But a story, a song... it lasts forever."

"But what about living in the now, admiring things that are beautiful, and being as beautiful and strong as you can be? What's wrong with being the best?" Paul wondered, stroking her cheek.

"Because there's always someone more beautiful or more smart then me, or anyone else..." She sighed, pulling off her glasses and peering up into the sky studded with stars.

"True, but can you let that stop you from trying?" Paul asked, taking her arms in his hands. "So what if there are? That doesn't stop you from trying to be the best you can be for yourself!"

"What separates beauty from ugliness Paul?" she asked. "Is it money, frame of mind, or attitude?"

"That's a hard question. But even if you don't wish to believe it, you are beautiful. Not just on the inside but on the outside. And the trick to becoming beautiful on the outside is liking whom you are inside. When you know you're the best, you feel invincible. Then the things that people like Samantha and Donna say don't matter. And the things that I say... your friends say and those you love do."

"And that is what makes you who you are," she said. "Inspiring others how you do. Teaching others to romance, longing, and love. Who couldn't love you?"

"They love the Starchild. And they love who they think I am. And I let them go on seeing what they want to see in me whether they hate me or not. But I know who I am. That's the most important thing."

"But what's reality to some people is a dream to others," Trynia answered.

"I know. So what do you think now that you've seen the dream and the reality?"

"I don't know," she said, taking his hand. "I'm still getting to know both..."

"Good, so am I. Are you still up to meeting some of my friends? I'm' sorry I disappeared earlier

"If they don't mind a teary eyed girl with smeared eyeshadow..."

"It'll wash off," he whispered, kissed her on the ear lightly. For a moment she enjoyed the hot breath fanning against her neck, and shivered. He set his wineglass down and continued his ministrations. Against her partly bared shoulders his lips pressed, leaving small soft kisses there. Lips pressed together in a gentle yet firm kiss that reassured her that she was indeed experiencing this night. Breaking from the kiss, she whispered her intense feelings of the moment into his ear, but Paul continued his actions. She turned around in his grasp and lay her head against his chest for a moment, then parted from him.

"Did you say something?" he asked after she spoke a bit louder.

"I'm sorry I had forgotten..."

"I'm glad you had," Paul said slowly, fingering her cheek. "Even if it was for a minute..."

"I don't understand... what..." she whispered, before he placed a finger over her lips.

"No more words," he whispered. "Not right now. I want to read your body, your touch. C'mere you..."

Instantly she knew what he wanted, by those words. Without hesitation she leaned forwards, placing her hands on his lapels and moving her body close to his as he took her in his arms. The soft precursor kiss that resulted when their lips met this time suddenly deepened into something far more in a matter of an instant. As much as she loved the feel of his hands tracing up and down her back, and through her hair before, it was more of a strange magnetism then the wave of energy passing between them now. This was something far deeper, that frightened and thrilled her simultaneously. No longer did she feel awkward about the wet open mouthed kisses that she had come to know as usual fare between herself and others. She had some pride in knowing "how to kiss" from previous boyfriends, but with Gene and Paul it was something far above that level. Either knew the perfect ways to touch a woman, honed by their years of experience. All that stripped aside, for she felt she was not kissing an idol, but a man. Beneath the darkness they weren't Starchild and KISS army soldier, but a man and a woman enjoying the warmth of romance and the developing night.