Nineteen

She stood and started pacing, the urge to delete her name and vanish running rampant in her head as the previous few weeks and each message played through her mind. No wonder Faith, then Stephen had Richie down so pat, he was the man himself. Dear God she’d been writing smut with Richie Sambora? God! He wrote from experience, no wonder the words were so vibrant, hit home so hard, he’d probably tried a few of those things more than once. Dear Jesus, and she’d responded and he KNEW, God he KNEW cuz she’d said so.

A crimson wash crept along her neck and into her cheeks as she thought back over the story, and the messages about the story. She’d warned him cuz he nearly killed her with his words? Have mercy. She’d talked with Richie Sambora? She glanced over at the computer again, She’d WRITTEN WORDS to Richie Sambora and he’d wrote back? She slumped onto her couch, stunned amazement warring with horror as something deep inside of her started to warm.

Richie liked what she did enough to respond, it kept him entertained. SHE ENTERTAINED HIM? She fell over onto her back and pulled a throw pillow over her face. Oh god, what am I gonna do? I can’t keep doing this, its like having sex with… Her thoughts derailed as her body heated up. She was having basic virtual sex with Richie Sambora and he was responding. He’d even grumbled when she was late with posting. He looked forward to it, it kept him from drinking. Oh my god, he even said it, I heard it. I can’t just vanish, but I can’t just keep pretending I don’t know either. Fuck what am I gonna do?

She sat up suddenly her eyes narrowing as she honed in on the video still on pause on her monitor. He liked being treated like a regular guy. He just wanted to find inspiration, understanding and a place he could just be himself without the crush of people and online had offered that, she had offered that. Could she really walk away from it?

She shook her head no. She’d be a fool to pass up the chance to get to know him even better, the real him too, not the rock star. Already he’d responded and given her a taste and she’d wanted more, even when he was playing at being Stephen. She knew though, she couldn’t keep the lie going, not when she knew who he was, and truth be told, had it been anyone else she would have called them on their farce, she’d do no less with him.

She stood up suddenly as a glint appeared in her eyes. He wanted to be treated like a regular guy? She was the gal to do it. She walked to her computer, opened her message box, then sat and thought and thought and thought. How the holy hell did you call Richie Sambora on BEING Richie? Her fingers hit the keyboard and she began to type.

Subject: A funny thing happened….

On the way to posting.

Well hello there. I still haven’t posted a chapter. Sorry about that but something rather mind bending came up, something that sort of derailed my thought processes. Have any ideas as to what that might have been? No? You don’t?

Let me tell you a little story.

Once upon a time there was this every day girl. She got up every morning, went to work, and then every afternoon she came home. She was content with her life. It was ((and is)) nothing special, no different from millions of other men and women in the world. She paid her bills, lived her life everyday (ok sorry bout that). Now she wasn’t living a fairy tale or even anything special, just a girl a regular girl.

She was, as I said content.

OH fuck this. Never was much for actual fairy tales. Let’s just get down and dirty ok? I know you, you like it down and dirty right?

First off thank you for describing what it’s like to be color blind. Isn’t it just amazing that you happen to be color blind? Ehh not really, lots of people are I suppose. Although its still hard to imagine what its like, it does at least explain it some, but it also helped me figure some things out.

Figure what things out you say? Well let me continue.

Lindsay leaned back and considered her options, Should she tell him about the video, maybe even show him the vid and let him see what helped her add two and two to come up with four? She worried he might slay his keyboardist if it wasn’t done just right. As she considered her words her teeth worried at her lower lip, as they always did when she was deep in thought. An idea hit and she began to type again. Opening a new tab on her browser she opened the message from Jokerswild and copied the download link, then moved to paste it into her message to Stephen, or Richie, as a smile played about her lips.

I watched this video a few minutes ago, it was sent to me by a rather unusual source, and all the things that were niggling at my brain were suddenly pushed into a new clarity. I started to add things up ((hey I’m a bookkeeper, we add stuff right?)) and at first I was ready to delete my name. Suddenly everything you’ve ever written slotted into place and man did I feel all shades of stupid.


Clear as mud I bet?

Go watch that video Darlin then come back.

Ahhh you did didn’t you? Watched it? I can feel your blood pressure rising all the way where I am. Well stop it. Be thankful. Ya see, All along I knew, I just KNEW something was well a little odd about Stephen. Of course in my wildest dreams ((and yeah they do get a bit wild, I ain’t gonna stop being honest)) I never in a million years considered that anyone of *import* ((meaning men the forum is about)) would FIND us. Seems you two did.

You’re wondering by now what’s gonna happen, I just know you are, so let me tell you.

NOTHING…

I kinda like the fact it keeps ya from brooding. You deserve to not brood. I kinda like the fact you just wanna write and be liked for the words not the name, but then I think that’s why you make music. You’de be making it even if you weren’t who you became.

So Nothing is gonna happen. On this forum you are Stephen, and Stephen you shall remain. It will be our *groans out a don’t hit me* Dirty little secret.

Might take me a few days to adjust to the idea that I’m doing what I’m doing with who I’m doing it with, but when I come back, holy hell Darlin hold on to that beautiful Stetson of yours.

Oh and by the way, don’t kill the curly headed one. His joke backfired a bit, he thought he’d startle me and although he did.. he also helped me. Not like I didn’t have it nearly pieced together by myself though. And hey, I think its gonna be one of my favorite videos you guys ever produced. Gotta admit having my name uttered by all that is Jovi is not something a girl will forget.

BTW.. Ya think I’m cool? You ain’t seen nothing yet honey…

Ta for now.

Linds.