Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero

"Gisele baby," Ashley asks from the opposite end of the table. What time does your guitar hero of a man say we should get to Barclays?"

We're sitting at a corner table of PDT which stands for Please Don't Tell. That's right. We're in the speakeasy on the Lower East Side - the one that's attached to Criff Dogs.

I don't know who thought it was a good idea to stop for a drink in Manhattan before heading down to Brooklyn. I mean, it's not like Brooklyn doesn't have bars. We're going to Barclay's Arena so there's going to be like hundreds of bars. Besides, when you roll with this many girls, each dolled up and with their own tiaras (figuratively speaking) you need either a whole subway car or a motorcade of Ubers.

"Is he going to pull you up on stage and flash his cock?" Ashley asks with a laugh.

"No," I say, sticking out my tongue. "You're not going to see his cock come out."

"Because it's gonna be in your mouth?" Brittney asks, her face completely serious.

I burst out laughing. Brittney's sounding kind of drunk already. I don't know how she's going to hold it while we cross the East River.

It's been a solid month since Stone held me in his arms and told me he loved me. Told me that he no longer needed any pills or medication to stay off the drugs and alcohol as long as he had me.

I gotta admit though that hearing that was enough to send my head spinning so fast. One of the most powerful and iconic rock and roll legends of my time was so into me that he was able to love me and use it to not have to drown himself in opiates anymore. That's enough for any girl to feel all warm and fuzzy.

I mean, there's still a lot of things I need to work on him. For one, I want him to stop living in a hotel. The W is great and all. But paying 10,000 a month to live in a suite and not have a proper roof over your head is a bit strange - even for me.

Trust me, once I get him living like a normal human being - Ashley said that Apollo could help him find an apartment that's as cool as the W - then I have a laundry list of things that I need to do to make Stone better.

Not that he's not the best right now. He's the best man that I've ever thought could walk the planet. And honestly, even if I didn't get any of the things I want to change him with done, I'd be absolutely happy.

But there's a reason I have all this going through my head.

The first is because he's my lobster. So I can absolutely do these things to him.

The second?

If he didn't get exasperated at me, where would the fun be?

"Are we ready?" Brittney asks, standing on unsteady legs.

I get up. I know the comment about getting my guitar god exasperated sounds a bit bitchy. But I mean well.

The giant H3 stretch limo pulls up outside on Avenue B, as we walk out the entrance to PDT. Stone sent it for us and we all sort of stumble in.

"I hope you tell him thank you for the ride later on tonight," Carla says to me.

"Right, thank him with a powerful blowjob, babe," Lisa says with a chuckle. "Hoover his brain out his cock."

The girls giggle. We pop champagne as the car takes off and I think back to the things I want to do to change my rockstar.

Maybe they can wait, actually.

Lets just enjoy right now together.

While we're young. And happy.

The best is of course, yet to cum.

;)

A Note From Mona

So this time around, I wanted to include some of the characters that are interrelated. Everyone is related to everyone somehow in all my books (as you can see from the Epi) but there’s SO many of them that like this allows you to live in the world a lil longer.

And what a fun world it is! Taking us back to the days when we were younger! When all we thought of was working a few hours extra to buy that shiny and sexy black dress to wear to the party on Saturday where we’d meet that guy we’d been eyeing for so long. And the biggest worry that wracked our heads was how long we were gonna make the guy wait before he took that said dress off of us! LOL.