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CHAPTER 60 Kim spent hours in bed, slowly working herself out of the knots in the covers that she had worked herself into the night before. She needed desperately to piss, but had no inclination to get up. A knock on the door prompted her to throw her one remaining pillow, which fell a few feet short. She groaned loudly and pulled a sheet up over her face. The doorknob turned, telling her it had to be Dave, since he was the only one with an extra key. He walked in quietly and sat on the bed beside her. She moaned, holding the sheet tighter to her face. “Fuck off,” she muttered through it. “Not bugger off this time?” She did her best to growl, but that worsened her fading headache. He lay down beside her and peaked under the sheets. “Drinking binge last night?” “Elvyn’s fault.” “Take home any beautiful boys or girls that I should know about?” “None that you should know about.” Dave pulled the cover away from her face. “Get out of bed. I’m not kissing you until you get your teeth brushed.” “Can’t,” she muttered, stretching her legs. He rolled his eyes and started to pull the covers off, releasing her body. She lay naked on the bed for a few moments before groaning loud enough to make a point, then she slipped off and locked herself in the bathroom for another half hour. When she came back, still naked, Dave was lying on her bed, with his shoes still on like the savage American he was. “You’re bloody disgusting,” she told him. “Get your bloody shoes off my bed.” He kicked at his heels one at a time, letting the shoes fall to the floor. “Feeling too pretty for clothes today?” “I’ll get dressed ‘fore the show. If that. Who knows.” “Since you had sex last night, does that mean we can have sex again?” “Last night was safe,” she murmured, dropping to the bed again. She burrowed her face into the mattress, then rolled onto her back. “Last night was exclusive and a one-timer. Ne’er again.” “No sex again?” “You a bloody idiot? Of course sex again! Jus’ ne’er with that bloke.” Dave lifted himself up on one arm and looked down at her. “He have a name?” “He was a goth. Hardcore. Young. Knew a trick or two. Unassuming. Could’ve been a nice hobby, but really, he’s someone else’s.” “Someone unassuming got into your bed?” “Well, he was assuming about that... Very.” She laughed. “Came into the bar, sat right down across from me, knew I was looking for sex, and offered it within one drink.” She closed her eyes. “How’d th’ audience react last night?” “Near riot. But your band quelled it.” “How?” “They started playing.” Kim shot up in bed, and even though her head felt like it was going to explode, she almost screamed: “what?” She gaped. “What? They played without me? Don’t they need me? Who sang? Who bloody sang? It’s my band! My songs! How could they play?” “It got passed around the girls who knew your songs.” “Which ones? Who?” “Jess, Elke and Chatha.” “My songs!” She kicked the remaining sheets off the bed. “Bugger them. Not gonna play t’night. They want a concert, they can replace me again. I’m bloody sick, tha’s it, not doin’ a show.” Dave caressed her cheek, then let his hand move down her neck, down her chest, stopping before her right breast. She looked up at him, then scowled. “Well?” He grinned, and cupped her breast, circling his thumb around her nipple. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down so she could kiss him viciously. When he pulled back to gasp for air, he laughed. “Oh yeah, you’re too sick to do a show tonight.” “Shut up and fuck
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