It wasn't that it was an ugly face ... just the opposite, JohnnieGillespie was good looking ... too good looking if the truth were known ... his good ...ooks and charm are what drew me to him those six years ago"Go to hell Johnnie ... I never want to see you again you bastard" I replied my anger now rising up inside me."Hey sweetheart why are you so bitter and twisted ... I only want a nice quiet chat with you ... talk over the past ... it wasn't all bad now was it?" The bad times outdid the good. I’d always imagined that rock stars spent their every minute rushing from one packed stadium to the next, with plane rides and hotel rooms the only separation between concerts. Cathay seemed to have a very normal schedule. She was accustomed to taking two months off from the concert routine at Christmas to rest and recuperate, learn new music, record an album or TV show, and generally live like a regular girl. That explained why she was free to toss us both into the inferno of wedding plans. Very slowly, he moved to the back of her knees, kissing and stroking his way upwards. The thought of kissing and licking her behind was turning him on beyond control. With his finger on the top of her panties, he traced down her crack between her legs, slightly pushing her inner thighs apart. He could feel her wetness below her panties and her erotic aroma was mixing with his breath. He knew, soon he would be pushing his tongue deep in her wet cunt. He caressed her labia and inner thighs as he. He checked the time on his phone and drained an energy drink, crushing the empty can in his hand and popping it in the mouth of the bin. It was better in these circumstances to be absolutely punctual. For once he was spitting on his own doorstep, but needs must and all that. He had timed it so after he had visited the sex worker for a half hour session he could then catch a 2 o’clock showing of ‘John Wick 3’ at the nearby generic cinema on the charmless retail park, just around the corner from.