[Days Without Sex: 10]

I chuckled. "Aw shit.."

"Try it again..."

I took a deep breathe, adjusting my headphones. "Play."

I listened deeply to music, adlibbing to warm myself up.

I need a lover to give me

The kind of love

That would last always

I need somebody uplifting

To take me away babe oh yeah yeah.

Before my logic kicked in, my headphones were off and my feet were headed towards the exit. I felt a pair of arms around my waist, yanking me out the air which sent my heels flying across the room.

"I can't take it no more!!" I kicked my feet in the air trying to get away. "My fingers ain't gettin' it no more. It only makes it worse. I need my baby!!" I slipped out her grip and grabbed at the dooknob.

"Jasmyn! Jasmyn!! Get back in the booth right now!" Hannah commanded, trying to hold me back from the door. I grunted, groaned, and stretched my fingers to the max trying to grab the doorknob. It was times like this when I wished I was heavier. "You can go 4 more day girl! You can go 4 days! If you break you'll only prove you can't live without sex."

I finally ran out of energy and fell to the floor on top of her. "I can't!!..I'm not like you."

"Did you have to go there?'

"I'm sorry Hannah," I crawled out of her lap and leaned back on the couch. "but for real how do you do it?"

"I don't know.." she shrugged. "I have hobbies to keep my mind off sex like..... horseback riding and....exercising on my pogostick." she was feeling all over herself, forgetting I was even there. "and cookin' with cucumbers."

I cut my eyes at her as she was lost in her sexual fantasies. "I'm gonna see my man."

I hopped up and grabbed my purse.

"JASMYN! JASMYN!" pointed to me sternly, blocking the door. "Ok look you can beat Prince alright, ok if you come running to him now you know what hes gonna think. "

"What?"

"He's...he's gonna think that all you want him for is sex and we as women have thankfully kept the lie alive that men are the sex maniacs and all of women want is love and hugs. Ok if you give in your gonna fuck it up, your gonna fuck it up for all of us Jasmyn." she held her fist up. "Keep the lie alive!"

I squeezed my legs together, trying to control the throbbing. "But you don't know girl you just don't know. He got a tongue game out this world you just don't know." I whimpered. "You don't know Hannah."

She gripped me by both shoulders and shook me vigorously. "Jasmyn ok! All you gotta do is hold out one second longer than Prince alright."

I nodded, repeating. "Alright alright."

"See you gotta get to him before he gets to you."

I yanked her hands from my shoulder. "See that's why you my bitch ok. You told me what I had to do and now I know, I gotta break him down ok, because see he's still a man."

"Still a man." she clapped.

"And he still had needs."

"Yes he does girl."

"And he can't resist ALLL of this." I rolled my body slowly, Hannah hyping me up. " Ok I gotta make Prince want me." I patted my chest confidently "You know what i'm sayin' that's all I gots to do."

"And it's all on you sista..." she held her fist up. "Keep the lie alive!"

"Keep the lie alive!" I grabbed my purse and held up my fist. "Keep the lie alive!"

I walked out and started to plot my scheme to get Prince to break. I called Naomi and John Charles Galliano to my house and maybe have a nice little get together. Get drunk and try on clothes, that would be fun. All I need is a sexy dress, a dark room, some candles and I can get him. I know he's on the brink of breaking too, he's been in the bathroom way longer than he used to be.

I walked in the house and placed my keys on the counter. I didn't see Prince in the immediate area, but I did hear the sound of faint music in the distance. He was most likely in the studio. I walked in the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle before heading down there.

I slowed my steps down, I don't usually like to disturb him while he's creating. Plus when he was recording vocals he like to be alone. I don't think he can get the emotional performance he wanted unless he was alone, free to be as goofy and freaky as he wanted. I got right by the door and just leaned my shoulder against the wall listening in.

I think about it baby all the time, all right

It feels so good, it must be a crime, all right

I wanna do it baby every day, all right

In a bed, on the stairs, anywhere, all right

I wanna do it baby all the time, all right

Cuz when we do it girl, It's so divine, all right

I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my laughter, only Prince could revert his sexual frustrations into a catchy song.

I could be guilty for my honesty, all right.

But I've got 2 tell you what you mean to me, all right (all right)

With you I swear, I'm a maniac, all right

You see it ain't no joke, just a natural fact, all right

I wanna do i baby all the time, all right

Cause when we do it girl, it's so divine, all right

Doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it

I had to squeeze my legs together, his little whimpers and moans in this song we're gonna be the death of me.

I could be guilty for my honesty, all right
But I've got you tell you what you mean to me, all right

I wanna do it baby all the time, all right
Cause when we do it girl, it's so divine, all right

I wanna do it baby all the time, all right
Cuz when we do it girl, it's so divine, all right

I wanna do you baby all the time, all right
Cuz when we do it girl, it's so divine, all right

(U wanna) think about IT, (U wanna) think about it (baby, all the time)
Think about it all the time (fuckin' on your mind)
Feels so good it must be a crime

Doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
(Come on, come on)

I slowly turned the knobs, peeking my head in as the beat played. He was at the board, face frowned up enthralled in the beat. My eyes widened when I noticed how good he looked, glasses on, peach turtleneck shirt, matching pants and boots, cross necklace glass just looking all scrumptious.

"Like what you see." he asked, cutting me out my thoughts. I could literally feel the wetness seeping out of me.

"You aight.." I closed the door behind me and took a seat next to him. "What'chu workin' on today?"

"Somethin' for the album." he adjusted some knobs on the board. "How did your session go?"

I exhaled. "It went good, I got a lot done." I refused to tell him that I had to keep retaking the first chorus because everytime I said lover I got horny.

He simple nodded, so I started to pat a little beat on my legs feeling kind of awkward. He walked over and grabbed his guitar, the cloud guitar that I got him for his birthday last year and brought it back to his seat with him.

"Awe you use the guitar I got you." I put my hand over my heart. "My heart."

"Yeah.." He nodded, looking it over. "I love the sound quality of this one..."

I poked him on the end of the nose. "I knew you would.."

"I re- recorded all of the guitar tracks on the album with it."

"You're still gonna call it Sign O' The Times right?"

"Yeah.." he chirped, looking off into the soundboard the back down to his guitar.

"I still say you should name it Play in the Sunshine." That was one of those songs that we knocked off quickly. Prince did what most people do. When he would conceive of an album, there were core songs that were the heart and the skeleton of the album. "Purple Rain" was a core song on the album Purple Rain, and of course "Sign O' The Times" is one of the fundamental songs for this album. So when he would sequence a record sometimes he'd take the core songs and a few other tracks and he would sequence them together just to hear how the album was going to sound. If there was something missing, if there needed to be a song that would transition between two of the core or the more important songs, Prince would actually write something specifically to serve in the sequence. So in that sense there were the most important songs and then there were the album cuts, the things that were almost interludes on the record. So the songs were never intended to be singles or even have any important message. That's what "Play In The Sunshine" was; it was just a bridge we wrote together to get him out of "Sign O' The Times" and into the rest of the record. "Slow Love" was another one of those that was an old one from the vault.

He chuckled. "No."

I pouted. "But I love that song."

"I know you do sweetie but I will not name my album that, because that's would make it sound stupid now wouldn't it" he cooed to me like I was a child, making little kisses in the air until he reached my lips.

I rolled my eyes at his kiss. "Your so irritating."

"But you looove me."

I sent my fist into his shoulder. "Asshole."

He tapped his cheek, nodding his head. "Come on now, show me love."

I gave in and pecked him on the cheek. I watched his lips bend into a smile, which made a smile come to my face. He went back to playing the guitar

"Well call me if you need backup vocals or anything I don't know."

He looked up at me and smiled. "Okay."

I pat my thighs and got up, as soon as I did I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. My eyes widened and I quickly sat back down.

He chuckled, strumming on the strings. "You alright?"

"Yeah i'm fine, just a little tired." I pressed my hand to my forehead as I began to feel hot. The studio felt as if it was an oven.

"You need something to drink. I can-"

"NO!" I cut him off. "I can go get it." I got up and ran towards the kitchen. In the fridge it was a pitcher of ice tea. I poured myself a glass and gulped it down hoping that I would be able to pull myself together. I ran to the phone and called Hannah.

"Girl!" I sat down on the arm of the sofa.

"Yeah?"

"He got on the glasses."

"Nooo not the glasses."

"Yes girl." I nodded on the brink of tears. "Hair pulled back an all man, you know what that does to me."

"Just breathe girl breathe!" I shook my head, sliding my hand down my face. A sob slipped out. "Are you crying?"

I looked to the ceiling. "Why would he do that to me? Why?"

She chuckled. "Oh hell naw."

"He just so damn fine.." At this point my clit was throbbing and to stop it, I had to squeeze my legs together.

"Go upstairs and take a nap."

"Ok.." I hung up abruptly and walked in the stairs, slowly. I didn't wanna move to fast, friction is not my friend at this point. I slipped out my clothes and looked for something to change into.

I took a deep breathe when I heard Prince's heels click in the room, I was sweating like a pig by now. I could feel his eyes gazing over my half-naked body. I should win the woman of the year award for not jumping on him.

I gripped my towel tightly and walked past him to the bathroom, trying not to make eye contact. I stood in the mirror taking off my makeup. He walked in, placed his hand on my lower back trying to get by. "Excuse me."

I bit my lip and tossed the used makeup wipes in the trash.

"What's wrong baby girl? You seem a bit.." he shook his hand like a crack head. "jittery." his voice alone had my area pounding.

My voice was extremely high. "I'm fine."

He furrowed his brows, horribly fighting off his laughter. "You sure babe I mean you feel.." he touched my forehead, not failing to let his hand glide softly down the side of my face. I gripped his wrist.

"You're cheating."

He gasped, as if I offended him. "I am not cheating, i'm just worried about you and you.." he peered deep into my eyes. "you have an eyelash. It's gonna.." He gripped my face softly and blew gently into my eye. "Are you all right? Huh?"

"Yeah i'm fine." I grabbed his wrists and shoved them to his sides. "tryin' to seduce me."

He hopped up on the counter, giggling. "What?"

I grabbed a makeup wipe and started to go over my lips, I swear it's a ton harder removing red lipstick than any other lip color. It's like you wipe it and then it smears all over your face. Shit is ridiculous. "That was very seductive."

"What!? You had something in your eye." I rolled my eyes and tossed the makeup wiped into the trashcan. "I saved your eye."

"Get out Prince." I pointed to the door. He searched my eyes for any sign of weakness and threw his hands up in defeat when he didn't see any.

"Your gonna break eventually ok Jasmyn, and when you do..." He dropped his voice. "I'll be waiting."

I unhooked my bra and tossed it to the ground. "Well I'll break in four days when this bet is over. I might even go for another two weeks, that's how good I feel." I glanced out the corner of my eyes and I could see Prince giving me the look. I started feeling a bit weak in the knees. So I quickly closed the door and locked it.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but you just seem a bit horny to me. Is sexual frustration getting to you." I could hear him giggling which upset me greatly. Prince was a master when it came to hiding his emotions, so you would really have to know him in order to see if he was breaking or not. I on the other hand, wear my heart on my sleeve which will be the death of me one of these days I swear.

So I tried my best to tone out his little taunts and got up to turned on the shower, pure hot water. I figured I could just sweat the horniness away. I hopped up on the counter, swinging my feet as I waited for the steam to fill the bathroom. I usually didn't get in until the steam started anyway. That's my way of knowing the water was hot and ready. As I waited, I realized that the throbbing was just getting worst. I shook my head trying to pull myself together and hopped off the counter. My knees began to shake and when I pulled my panties down I saw that I was soaked.

"I swear i'm kickin' Hannah's ass when this shit is over." I mumbled under my breath. I stepped in the shower and tried my best to think pure thought while I was in the shower but somehow with everything I thought of my mind drifted towards him. I didn't want to do it but I knew I'd have to. If I had to face him again before I left. I lightly massaged my clit, grabbing a hold of the shower rod as heavy waves took over me. A moan escaped and i hoped Prince couldn't hear it over the shower.

I heard that signature chuckle. "Sadly, that won't help mama, there is only one thing that can scratch that itch that you so desperately need taken care of."

I shook my head and began to go faster, trying to drown out the sound of his voice.

"Baby let me help you."

"No!" I panted.

"So what do you plan on doing, rubbing yourself off other four days"

"I'm not having sex with you."

"I promise to get you off better than you could ever do yourself."

"I'm am NOT having sex with you!"

I bit down on my finger once reaching my climax. I felt a bit better, but still a bit weak in the knees. I finished my shower, tightly wrapped my towel around myself and out to the room.

I glanced over at Prince sitting on the end of the bed reading over some papers. "Out." I pointed to the door."

He didn't even look up at me. "Is it really necessary for me to go out of the room just because you wanna undress?"

I stared at him, trying to get him to look at me. "Yes."

"Come on now." he place a paper down and picked another up. "I've seen you naked countless times."

"Well I hope those memories are enough to sustain you now get out." I walked over to the closet and started sifting through my clothes. I pulled out a black dress. "How about this one?" I turned to face him, holding it up to my body.

He finally looked up at me. "No."

I nodded and put it back in the closet and sifted through for something else. I pulled out my favorite black asymmetrical dress. "This one?"

"Hell no." I groaned at his pickiness and sifted through again. "Where the fuck are you going anyway?"

"Me and Naomi are getting together to find me a dress." I pulled out my favorite little black dress. I squinted at it, realizing a lot of my dresses are black. My closet is so dark. I held it up to my body.

He put on his thinking face, watching me head to toe. "You need to drop the towel so I can see better."

I cut my eyes at him. "No!"

"Why not?"

"Because you and I both know what'll happen." I pulled out my favorite black two-piece set and decided to just wear it and some pumps. I opened the door and shot him a glare. "Out."

"You get undressed in front of your friends."

"Because I don't fuck my friends, I have nothing to worry about with them. You I have to worry about ok so I can't get undressed in front of you now."

"You can get undressed in here i'm not gonna do anything." he held his right hand up. "Scouts honor."

"You weren't even a boy scout."

He shrugged. "You don't know that."

I snickered. "I know you did ballet..."

"I did and I rocked yo' world every night with it."

"Not the point...get out!"

He laid out on the bed, propping his chin in his hand, kicking his feet. "Drop the towel."

"No..." I pointed to the empty hallway. "Out...now."

He pouted. "I'd do it for you."

"No you wouldn't"

"Of course, I'd undress in front of you." He walked over to me and hovered over me, it was times like this when I realized how short I really was. He was no more than 6 inches taller me in those heels but the fact that Prince was taller than me was a pain in my heart.

"And when I'm naked, what shall I do?"

I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Don't start this with me."

"How can I make you see that it's cool?" He went for my towel but I popped his hand.

"You can't."

"Can't you just go with it the feeling for once?"

I glared at him, memories from a couple of nights ago coming back.

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"Thanks for always being here." I said barely above a whisper.

He chuckled and kissed me on the top of my head. "You ok...?"

"Yeah I think I am.." I pulled back and looked around at the floor, my nose twitched as I felt another whimper about to come out.

"Come here.." he pulled me back into his arms.

"It's just one of those nights I guess."

I tilted my head up and met his gaze, his eyes bore into mine. No word uttered, and this point I didn't even care about the bet. I leans toward him in order to kiss him, but he moved back. I went for him again and he avoided me again and pulled me into another hug. I grabbed his face and tried to kiss him again but he shot up off the floor making meet hit the ground. "

No, Jas! I'm sorry, I just don't think this is a good idea."

I stood on my knees, pouting. "Well we won't know that until we do it, will we?"

"No, look, uh. You're upset and you're feeling vulnerable and I just don't feel it would be right, I'd feel like I'd be, you know, taking advantage of you."

"Taking advantage!? I'm giving you the advantage, enjoy." I slipped my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side. He grunted, biting into fist. "Just go with the feeling baby."

"Look, I'm sure it would be great, but I-I think one of us has to be thinking clearly, so, I'm gonna go sleep in the guest room."

I nodded, taken aback "Wow.."

"I'll see you in the morning."

"Yeah yeah." I slid my feet under the sheets. "See you tomorrow.""

He closed the door and I could hear him grumbling under down the hallway. "Haven't had over a week, I should get a medal for that!"

The Next Morning...

I tapped my foot angrily, pouring myself a cup of coffee. "Hey babe, can you grab me a cup of coffee?" I paused and looked down to see Prince's heels next to me. I gave him the cup I poured for myself without looking at him.

"You've been quiet all morning. Is everything okay?"

I nodded and started to pour myself a cup of coffee, I glanced out the corner of my eyes to see him still standing there.

"You sure you're alright?"

"Yep."

"Ooookay. Well, I'm gonna go grab us some breakfast." He kissed me on the cheek and turned to leave.

"FYI.."

"There it is..." he turned back to me.

"In the future, when I ask for some ill-advised sympathy sex... just do it." I smiled fakely, stirring my coffee.

He chuckled, half amused. "Wait, wait" he looked around a little, pointing to himself. "You're mad at me about last night? I was just trying to do the right thing."

"Well, it seems to me if you'd done the right thing, I wouldn't have woken up today feeling stupid and embarrassed, I would have woken up feeling comforted and satisfied."

He popped his collar, cockily. "Well..."

"Oh stop that!" I walked past him into the living room, gathering my bag for rehearsals. I hear his footsteps behind me.

"I can't believe this. I was just being a good guy. I treated you with respect and understanding.

"Oh, that is so hot." I sneered, pushing past him. He grabbed my wrist and whipped me around.

"Hey, I was looking out for you, making sure you didn't slip off during the bet because of a slight emotional breakdown."

"Well Prince, you know what? I'm a big girl. I don't need someone telling me what is best for me." I snatched my wrist out his grip and walked towards the door.

"I gotta say, I've turned down sex a lot of times before and this is the worst ever."

"Oh, really! Well, it wasn't very good for me either." I slammed the door closed behind me.

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"Get out Prince.."

He flopped down on the bed. "I'm not leaving...."

I groaned at the ceiling. We're both stubborn as hell "Fine be that way.." I dropped my towel and started to lotion up, I didn't even care that he was staring me down in the process. I slid on my panties and bra, spritzed some perfume on my neck.

I purposely slid into my clothes slowly, just watching him squirm was almost erotic to me. If you think about it, this is kind of foreplay. We're both on edge and we both know it.

I did my makeup up and kissed him goodbye but it wasn't just any kiss. I mean we we're on the bed for about 20 minutes kissing and rubbing up on each other. I don't know if that was cheating or not but I thoroughly enjoyed it. We we're both out of breathe when we finished.

I held up a strawberry before taking a bit of it. "This is-everything about the fruit- I love it." My speech was slightly slurred on the count of how drunk I was, I grabbed onto the counter, trying to steady myself. This is why Prince monitors what I drink because I can't hold my liquor.

Galliano picked another strawberry out the bowl. "I was just gonna- that exactly."

I injected more vodka into the strawberry, Naomi mixed a little sugar into the vodka to give it a somewhat sweet taste. "Hey, uh, remember remember-remember when remember when remember when I passed out in this in this booth this booth, and when I woke up I had did stuff to David Bowie and." I giggled "We-we promised we'd never tell anybody."

Naomi cut her eyes. "Wha?"

"To fashion." Galliano raised a glass to toast and poured it on his head before passing out, hitting the floor.

I hiccuped. "All-all the greatest-all the greatest moments of my life, I spent right here in-in this booth. Marcia's first word. Mike and Carol's wedding. All the greatest moments of my life."

Naomi peered at the vodaka bottle closely. "Why is-why is Label Guy trying to punch me? Punch you first, Label Guy." she tapped the glass with her fist before hitting the ground.

I climbed ontop of Galliano, straddling his lap. I fondles with his face for a little and his handle bar mustache. "You look like Mario." I chuckled. "Its'a me Mario, but you're gay..hmmm..is Mario gay? He's always playin' with pipes."

Galliano woke up, waving his hands in front of . "Am I in heaven?"

I reached up, patting the counter until I found the syringe. I fill it again with Vodka and pressed my thumb shooting it into his mouth and a little into mine.

"I got to go pee. I don't wanna-wanna get up."

"Naomi...Naomi" I crawled over and patted her on the head until she woke up.

"Hmm." she pulled her feet to her chest.

"Where's the that thing? Where's the thing? Where's the toilet thing?"

"No, it's mine, it's private."

"I'm gonna-I'm-I'm gonna use it anyway.." I crawled around the out, bumping into a few walls until I found the bathroom. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was 1 in the morning. As I was washing my hands I decided I need to sober up.

I stumbled back into the kitchen to find them both slumped on the floor. I walked to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of water and down as much as I could until I finished all of it drink. I remember reading about how hot beverages can sober you up so I drunk tea and coffee. I was feeling a little better, still a little buzzed but I was ok. I held onto the rail and pulled myself up the stairs. I laid down in my bed for a nice 2 hour nap before heading back to Prince's place.

I stumbled in the house, dropping my bag to the ground. My head was banging. I stumbled my way up the stairs and into the bedroom to see Prince there, writing furiously in one of his notebooks. We're both insane when it comes to notebooks.

I walked over to Prince and grabbed his collar and shoved my tongue down his throat, forcing him back on the bed. I could tell by how his eyes widened he was surprised. He started to kiss back, squeezing my ass. I ran my hands over his print, giving his balls a little squeeze before pecking him on the lips. "I missed you."

He raised his brows at me. "All of that was an I miss you?"

I nodded and tongued him down one last time before crawling over him to my spot on the bed.

I hoisted my legs in the air, reaching to pull off my heels. I grunted reaching for one foot. "Got it.." I tossed it to the side and proceeded to reach for the other. I glanced over at Prince who had his brows raised in confusion.

"You've been drinking haven't you."

I nodded, giggling like a school girl.

He rolled his eyes and walked over to my side of the bed. "I told you, you don't need to be drinking."

He yanked my heel off my foot and tossed it to the side. I watched him walk over and pull out his hot pink silk pajama with a black P embroidered into it.

He picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. I was confused until he set me down on the counter.

"Take off your clothes."

I pouted and wrapped my arms around myself. "No!"

He chuckled. "I said take off your clothes.."

"I would much rather take off your clothes." I gripped his wrist and pulled him inbetween my legs.

"The Lord tests my willpower, everyday since he sent you to me." He kissed me on the nose and an went to turn on the water on. He tested it with his hand. I looked down, watching my feet kick. They were like two little warriors going at it I tell you.

Once he thought the water was comfortable enough he walked back over to me and grasped the collar of my top, pulling it over my head.

I whined trying to pull his hands away.

"Stop.." he laughed.

"No you stop it..you stop it Prince.."

"I swear you are never touched alcohol agAIN!!" he yelped when I grabbed his dick.

"Let me taste.."

He shook his head trying to laugh it off, he grabbed the top of my tights and yanked them down and off my feet. He tossed them to the side and reached for my bra.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stepped back once again. "I can do it."

He stepped back with both hands up. "Then do it."

I slowly reached behind me, unsnapped my bra, and dropped it to the ground, quickly covering my chest afterwards.

"Now now. There's no reason to be shy, it's just me here." He suddenly grabbed onto my underwear and pulled them down. He looked up at me, admiring my entire naked body. "I swear i'm man of the year right now."

He picked me up. He dropped me into the tub and immediately I felt at ease. It's been so long since i've taken a bath. I watched him walk out the room, I waded in the water for a bit until he came back with a stool in his hand. He sat next to the tub and began to finger detangle my hair. I was confused as to what he was doing until I felt something cold oozing into my scalp.

I closed my eyes and the first thing I saw was Prince leaning against that door on the top of the steps. The look on his face. The way he leaned against the door of his shoulder. I quickly opened my eyes. "What kind of mail did you get that day I tumbled down the stairs?"

He chuckled, scrubbing my scalp. "Are we still on this."

"Yeah..."

"Well it was a letter from Hannah it was her idea for one of my music videos."

"Which one?"

"Automatic.."

I twisted my face. "The one where Jill and Lisa are whipping you in the bed?"

"Yeah..." he leaned my head back so that I was looking into his eyes. "but that part was my idea." He clicked, with a wink and leaned my head back in place and continued to wash my hair. He suddenly stopped and stood up and unhooked the shower rod, he rinsed my hair gently without saying a word. After the bath he sat me on the counter and pat me dry. He started telling me about how he had been asleep and had this dream about a woman and a bathtub and a waitress and all that, and he scribbled down all those lyrics very quickly and called it "The Ballad of Dorothy Parker." I don't know how aware he was of who Dorothy Parker actually was, but he knew the name, so it wasn't the real historical Dorothy Parker; and it was inspired by Joni Mitchell.

He turned around and let me hop onto his back from the counter and trotted into the bedroom and he laid me on the bed, lifting the sheets as I slid my feet under the covers. I grabbed the pillow and turned it vertically, nuzzling my head into it.

He fluffed he covers on top of me and kissed me on the temple. "Good night.."