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I'm just rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when the shower door clicks open.
And Jesus almighty, it's her.
Wearing nothing but a smile.
"Want some company?" She arches a brow coyly in an open invitation.
[...]
"Get in here." I pull her into the steamy shower and press her against the tile wall. She asked for it, so she's bloody well getting it, and I'll be damned if I waste any more time on my integrity.

*LOL*

"You played the sax?"
"Yep. First chair." [There] were only two sax players in the band. She doesn't have to know that though. Let her think I was the Kenny G of Broussard, Louisiana.
"Will you play for me sometime?"
I shrug. "Yeah, okay...sure."
"I think musicians are sexy."
"Is that right? In that case, did I mention I can also play 'Oh Susanna' on the harmonica?"
She jabs me in the ribs with her elbow, laughing.

"Are you ready?" [He] flashes me a dazzling smile.
Loaded question, that. "Yeah we should probably get going [...]." What I'd rather do is keep him here all to myself. Do a little rockin' around the Christmas tree. Maybe let him stuff my stocking. Deck my halls. I could go on and on with the seasonal clichés, but I'm starting to sound like a perv even to myself.
Fa la la la la...la la la la.

Wrapping me up in a hug, he murmurs, "Thanks for last night."
I open my mouth to reply anytime, but stop myself[...]. It seems a little too...available. I don't want to come off as desperate. Last thing I need is him thinking he has me at his beck & booty call.
Instead, I merely hug him back. We stand there for what seems an absurdly long time, holding one another like he's about to go off to war or something.

He wants to stay! Oh, happy happy joy joy...
[His] voice feels like a purr against my ear. "I'm not interested in his opinion. What I want to know is, do you want me to stay? B/c, a little fair warning here, I can't promise to behave if I do."
Holy frijoles, this guy works faster than a Turbolax smoothie. Red flags are flying everywhere, and yet it seems I've suddenly gone colorblind.
"Stay," I murmur.

"No, it was just...er, I mean it was only a rat snake." His eyes are sparkling with mischief. "He left behind his skin, though. Here, you want it?"
I don't wait to see what he tosses at me. I am out of there in a flash, leaving nothing behind but the aftershocks of my scream [...].
"Go away!" I shout when Saul taps on my bedroom door. I know it's him, I can hear him laughing.
F*cker!

*LOL*

Poor Jayne...

Wham! I hear the studio door bang against the wall as the guys come tearing out, their startled eyes searching the room for the source of my high-pitched terror.
"What the hell happened?" Perry demands, while at the same time Saul is questioning, "What is it? What's wrong?"
Still bouncing around like a jackrabbit on Red Bull, I point to the sofa and screech, "Snake! Snake! There's a SNAKE under there!"

I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor, singing along with Burl Ives while separating the artificial branches[...]when disaster strikes.
Out of nowhere, a scuffling sound. A quick flash of movement. And suddenly, something long & black is slithering from a chewed-up corner of the box to disappear beneath the couch.
My scream is so loud, I have no doubt the ripple effect will forever alter the fabric of time & space.