Yoko The two men left the car and helped him get into the luxury hotel by the back door.
- Ca .. So I can walk, thank you. She articulated by detaching his arm from the hand of Saki.
It took a few steps but wavered dangerously to the right.
Bill was there, beside her and held her by the waist.
They passed by a back staircase also painfully climbed three flights of stairs and arrived in a corridor similar to the action or were boys.
Saki and Billy opened the door there and engulfed Yoko stretched heavily on the large blue velvet sofa.
Yoko looked then back to Saki, who gave him the key to a worried look.
- Is it the one who did you do that ? He said, passing his hand near the wound on the cheek of a young man.
Billy nodded and replied that he had deserved.
- Okay, but I'll send someone to take care of you. Then, promise me that you return to your room Bill.
He promised, and shut the door behind them.
He approached the sofa and then Yoko was extensive.
She turned her head towards him and glanced down at his wet clothes which dripped onto the carpet blue gray.
- where I am ...
- You've taken a room.
His brain was idling and it does not even know how she understood the young man and answer him tit for tat like that.
It just reminds you speak another language always better when you're completely drunk.
He sat down beside her and began to remove his shoes muddy.
He raised his head towards her and saw she was crying again, silently, her head on the side without looking.
- Yoko please stop crying.
She sat up slowly and sat on the couch, he was kneeling in front of her.
There was not much about its makeup sophisticated he had a little mud on his forehead, and dried blood left a trail along his cheek and had stained his shirt soaked.
- Why are you doing this ... she repeated again by passing a hand over his eyes trying to swallow her tears.
He said nothing and finished him off her shoes, but she pushed him, causing him to fall backwards and began to cry.
- RESPONDENTS WHORE! I'm sick, you say never! Why I'm still here if I'm a whore groupie who just wants to blow himself up!
- But what do you want me to tell you! he dropped in the same tone as she.
- I dunno ... "she replied, looking down, his voice cracking.
- Yoko J'men want if you knew, I saw you behind the door and I knew I had twisted!
- And if I had not caught, what would have you eh!
She tried to rise but fell heavily on the sofa.
- I know.
- I thought that you were not present at a point of needing to have your friends ...
BC - Do not go away Yoko, you have absolutely NO idea what it is like my LIFE! the cut he suddenly stood up.
Yoko watched open-mouthed, she had almost afraid of the look he gave him high. She tried to answer but she stammered and could not find his words in German.
We knock on the door, much to the relief of Yoko who felt that Billy was about to explode in his face.
- Enter. Bill whispered, closing his eyes.
A woman came in with a briefcase, wearing a white shirt and a waisted pleated trousers gray.
She had long curly red hair and had the air of Julia Roberts.
- Hello, "she said, advancing toward Bill. I am Dr. Bargmann is I who am a doctor on duty that night. She looked
Billy's cheek gently, taking her chin.
- It's nothing. He said, wrinkling his forehead but when the young woman stretched skin of her cheek to assess the size of the wound.
- Sit down. She ordered. It's no big deal but the wound is dirty, clean.
Yoko did not even know if the doctor had noticed her curled up on the sofa in the dimness of the room.
She began to open his briefcase and apply alcohol on the cheek with a cotton by Bill. It was cringe.
- It stings a little ... "she said softly.
Yoko twirled the silver ring between her fingers, she was angry a lot of hitting as hard.
- With what is what you hit? asked the doctor.
Billy tried to reply but the Yoko forestalled. Sitting on the couch near them she waved her right hand, or the sapphire shining on her ring finger.
- With this.
Dr. Bergmann nodded.
- It's alright, there is no risk of infection.
She ended by asking three small bandage straps, sealing the wound and put his equipment in the case.
- There you go. I wish you a good evening!
Billy thanked her and accompanied her to the door and closed it behind double-locked.
- I'm really sorry .. Billy ... I hope it will be too much for your concert tomorrow.
- It's okay I tell you.
- And now, what will happen ...
She saw him bite his lip in the dark.
- I know.
Yoko dropped her head back and looked at his watch. Only
11:30 p.m..
She was always wet and felt cold, her head was spinning and she had only one wish is to throw the toilet to end this dirty drunk.
She raised her head and waited for Bill to say something, but he was always standing in front of the doorway against the wall, arms crossed, staring straight ahead.
- Bill ... I'm frozen, I would ...
- You want me to go ... "he said without looking.
She found herself suddenly unable to say whether or not she wanted him to go.
course not it would not.
But his brain reminded him violently to sudden flashes of the young man's words in the toilet, and as she began again crying, Billy came up and helped him get up.
- Come, good hot shower will do you good, I will bring the room service with coffee if you like.
Given the state where she was, she shall preclude absolutely no resistance and dropped limply hanging up the bathroom.
He sat on the toilet, he prepared a robe and gave him a large glass of water she drank it.
- I call room service.
He left the big bathroom and Yoko began to undress with difficulty, sobbing like a child.
He went back into the bathroom and found the girl sitting on the toilet, completely unable to remove his jeans soaked and stuck to his skin.
- Make shit! she got mad.
- Wait, I'll help you.
She looked for a moment trying to get the jeans to him, but she stopped him, feeling that if he continued, it would fall short of anything.
- Stop please.
He raised his eyes rimmed with black faded to her, questioning, full of goodwill.
Watching as she realized something. She can do anything
What, Billy will always be in first place in his heart, and she even asked if she would be able to give the same love to someone else someday.
It was there, kneeling before her to stare at while waiting for a response to his questioning look. Her chin trembled
and she threw herself on him.
They fell back on the cold tiles of the bathroom.
Yoko hugged him as hard as she could, her head buried in his neck and his hands clenched nails driven into the skin of his shoulders.
Billy stroked his wet hair whispering to calm down. It
did not want to let go, knowing it was one of the last time she hugged, they would throw her out of the tour and she can not see him again never again be at hand in the middle tens of thousands of fans screaming his name.
Seeing it does not calm down, Billy grabbed his face between his hands and leaned his forehead against hers.
- Stop crying please! He whispered.
Yoko could no longer restrain himself.
Without really knowing what she did, she obeyed his instincts and took Billy's neck and pressed her wet lips came against his. It
let him do it and put a hand on his shoulder.
Completely blown away by the whirlwind of champagne bubbles still quivering in his blood, she pressed against the door of the cold shower.
His hands went under his black shirt stuck to his little body.
astride her thighs, she kissed him with a boundless passion that almost frightened him.
She felt that he had goose bumps, and took off his lips to loosen his shirt wet and cold, his eyes closed and mouth open, hands on his waist.
She swung the shirt over his shoulder and plunged deeply between his lips those of the young man who gave a slight moan of his voice breaking.
Yoko put his hands wherever his instincts told him to ask them when the young man did not move, short of breath and completely to his thank you.
She suddenly had a kind of flash 'back to reality' and suddenly drew back from him.
- Yoko not stop please. Murmured he whispered without opening his eyes, and drawing her back to him.
Yoko wanted to say something, but three blows resounded suddenly the door of the room. Billy opened
eyes as if he had just awakened from a strange dream and frowned.
- I think that your coffee has arrived.
Yoko moved away slowly and leaned against the sink, while Bill stood up, closing the buttons of his jeans torn and raw from his belt loop, and then he left the bathroom, passing hand in her hair to give them some volume.
advantage of his flash of lucidity, Yoko withdrew all his clothes and put on a big white bathrobe clean and cozy, and she followed Bill into the room.
She found him sitting on a sofa in front of a small truck or were asked for coffee, fruit and bread.
He handed her a large cup of coffee she takes a trembling hand and sat on the bed by blowing gently into the cup to cool the hot black liquid.
She watched from the corner of his eye, he was shirtless, lying on the couch, and fumbling in the pocket of his leather jacket to get a cigarette, he raised it to his lips, and lit to disappear behind a cloud of smoke. As
as the black liquid flowed intense taste in his throat, Yoko gradually regained his senses, and she realized she would probably now making love to sexy beauty sprawled in front of her if idiot had not come to bring him coffee .
- Shit. She whispered.
Any jostling in his head and closed his eyes. When she opened them, Billy stood before her and held out his hand.
- Come take a shower.
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