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we’re extremely revved up. Emotionally, we are higher than we have been in a long time. We go to the Royal Crown and take over a large table, laughing and ordering pint after pint of ale. I also order food, mindful of the need to stay sober. Marcus sits across from me, celebrating with us. We try not to allow our gazes rest on each other too much. Instead, we talk to everyone in the group and, only when it’s natural, we talk to each other.
    When I go to the bar to order another round, Marcus follows me, supposedly to help me carry the glasses back to the table. As we wait for our order, we talk.
    “Join me at my flat when we go. I want to be with you,” he whispers.
    “Okay.” My heart skips a beat.
    A few minutes later, everyone is drunk and ready to leave. I approach Tim to take me home.
    “Sorry, luv. I’m not in fit condition to drive, so Linny’s taking me. You’ll need to catch a ride with Laslow and Marcus - and straight home, here?” Tim might be drunk, but he certainly remembers his responsibilities as band leader!
    I approach Laslow and tell him that Tim can’t drive me home.
    “Tim’s drunk and Linny’s taking him home. Would you take me home?”
    “Marcus will have to drive. I’m buzzed,” he says.
    This is working out well! I cover my pleasure with a scowl. “Well, then, fine! As long as I get home, somehow!”
    Marcus overhears me, pretending to be angry.
    “Johanna, I’ll drop you off. Laslow, your wife wants you home, like an hour ago. I’ll drop you first.”
    “Oy! Thanks mate,” says Laslow with a sloppy grin. Twenty minutes later, Marcus has walked Laslow to the kitchen door and returned to his car. He drives in the direction opposite of his flat, making it look like he’s taking me straight home. Once he’s out of sight of Laslow’s flat, he doubles back around and goes to his own flat. Driving in through his side gate, he parks his car where nobody can see us walking into his house. As soon as he locks the door, he grabs and begins kissing me deeply. Ten minutes later, we’re in his room. He slams the door closed with his foot and we make short work of each other’s clothing.
    “Marcus? Do you…do you like…light spanking?” I ask him breathlessly.
    “Yeah! How light is ‘light?’” he asks me.
    I demonstrate. There’s a definite sound of slapping, but the impact doesn’t hurt.
    “Good. I like the excitement that brings to our lovemaking, but I don’t want to hurt you,” says Marcus.
    That said, we’re lying under the covers of his wide, comfortable bed, stimulating each other with touching, tongues, kissing and light slaps. Every time we slap each other on the arse, it sends strong stimulation to the centers of our bodies, greatly increasing our levels of arousal.
    Soon - too soon - I am racing toward my orgasm, feeling the curling sensation of warmth licking through my pussy and inside my belly. My toes curl as I come long and hard. Just as I come, Marcus gasps and growls low into my ear as he comes.
    Before we fall asleep, I think about how well our beliefs on various positions mesh with each other. On child-rearing, family, respect for elders, war, religion and politics - we share similar, although not identical beliefs.
    This is only our second time together, but from what I’ve heard of other blokes, Marcus is very different. He doesn’t treat sex - lovemaking - as just a horizontal exercise in between the sheets, or anywhere else. He understands what it means to make love. He took the time and went to the considerable trouble to make things really, really good for me. And, instead of just taking what I had to offer, he actually made me feel really good about my decision and about what I had to offer him. I feel like we are actually embarking on a real relationship.

Chapter 4

    N ow that our band has successfully introduced Laslow to our fans, Nigel, our manager, begins to schedule performances all throughout England. We spend weeks on our tour bus,