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needs to be finely balanced and nuanced.  
    All I got back was:
    I am not your friend.
    No, I agreed. You are most definitely not. You are my fucking fantasy, and you are speaking to me now, and it is quietly blowing my mind.
    When I finally re-emerged from the bathroom, I walked smack into a very anxious-looking Aaron who was gripping his bald head in agitation.  
    “Did you not get all my calls and messages?!” he hissed, grey flint eyes shooting sparks of outrage.
    I shook my head. “What the fuck is going on?”
    “I found us an exit out the back of this dump, we’re going to need it. One of those fuckers out there clearly hates you, and just tipped off the media that you are here and … that the famous artist Brett Argosy has left you. The vultures are here and waiting for you, Elena.”
    “Oh.” I felt my body freeze all the way down to the tips of my toes.  
    Aaron pulled me after him.   “Let’s go.”
    “Sure,” I heard myself say dully.  
    “I am going to call your media people, as no doubt Brett will be calling his. Hon, if you want your stories aligned, you might want to call Brett and find out what’s going on,” he suggested gently as he steered me toward the exit.
    I nodded numbly and held up my phone,   now flashing Brett’s name. “Too late. He’s already on it.”

Four

    Brett was very insistent that I get out of Ashby, away from those small minded fuckers. I told him that I loved it when he talked dirty to me, but he reprimanded me for teasing him, and then later that night, after walking down to the pier to sit on the edge of it with Aaron and talk shit, or as he put it more kindly ‘philosophise,’ I had tried to call him, drunk. He did not answer. I guess I should be grateful he didn’t respond. I would not have made a lick of sense anyway. Besides, if possible, I would have made things worse. My Brett. That night my   hand kept trailing across to the cold unrelenting side of his bed reaching for him. Gone. But not forever. We were still engaged. For now.
    I had to reluctantly admit the break was doing both of us good, at least in terms of our art. We were both smashing out our awesome at a prolific rate - Brett for the gallery owner, and me for my publisher who had FINALLY backed off my ass when I got part one of the final book in the vampire biker erotic romance series to them for their viewing pleasure. It was the best book I had written for awhile; this thing actually had some of my old intensity in it, since my creativity was… overwhelming me. It took everything out of me. Well, there was another reason why creativity was pouring out of me. I was horny. I felt like I was a warm puddle barely holding any kind of form. I was so … wet all the time. My pussy stirred when my imagination did, and she yearned to be filled.
    I continued teasing my rock star Thorn.   And he was giving me some great lines! I’d started saving them in a file for future reference. My favourites so far had been:
    If you don’t stop teasing me, Elena, I will have to rip your skin off with my teeth.
    You are a dark exciting place inside of everywhere that matters
    I plan to let you use my mouth. I mean this. I don’t know where Ashby is, but I will find it, and YOU. I want you to do with my mouth as you please.
    He had responded with the message about the mouth, after I had said to him:
    Do you mind me saying that I love your mouth? I love it!!! Nothing hurts my mind or fires it up and delights it more. I respect your mouth, Thorn. It is a fucking wonderful thing.  
    Thorn and I had other conversations outside the teasing as well. He would come out with random rants, about dickhead record producers, about nihilists, and how he loathed folk with sheep-like mentalities. I fucking despise people and their sheep minds! I despise how easily and so often they are manipulated by everything. But it seems to be too painful to think. And I hate that pain too, Elena.
    Always thinking.
    And thinking.
    And