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No Past, No Future	By : MistressDiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Audioslave Views: 2285 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Audioslave. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer and other stuff: I know Chris Cornell is married (*sigh*) but in this story he's not. I just borrowed him for a little while to put some daydreams to rest. He's his own rock star god.

I originally wrote this as a one-shot deal (one chapter) and after I posted on another website, I got some interest to do more. So while the past may seem cloudy, the future is bright.

Enjoy,
MD

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The sun was setting over the far distant hills and fatigue was settling in. You can only drive so far and so fast before the road mesmerizes you and become hopelessly lost. That thought was going through my head as I raced across the early summer desert of New Mexico. And you can only run for so long. Sighing I began easing the speed down from a cool hundred down to a more manageable seventy-five miles per hour. I had to think.

The Southwest is filled with miles of highway that run through nothing. Along the way there are towns – some populated, some boarded up. I always wondered what happened to those towns that were empty. What dreams dried up and died? Where did those people go? We are a country filled with a restless shifting population. From the first pioneers who cut across this same stretch of nothingness we haven’t changed a bit.

The desert to me that late afternoon was a place to escape my woes. My relationship was on the rocks big time. People were mad at me. My job was in the balance. I wasn’t popular. The remedy? Hit the road with a fast car and an overnight bag. Get out of town, cool off and think.

I was closing in on the Arizona border and I knew that if I didn’t stop now it would be a long way until the next town and I was too tired to drive in the utter darkness that enveloped the secondary highway I was on. I pulled into the one horse town that I was fast approaching with a swirl of dust behind me. The first place I saw was a little cantina. The only other vehicle in the lot was a very used pickup truck. I pulled in next to it and stepped out into the fading light.

It was still pretty warm and I could feel the heat coming off the desert floor in waves. The departing sun cast long streaks of red and orange across the sky. The mountains were purple. I grabbed my bag and headed inside to freshen up before I did anything else.

The bar was bigger than I thought, but the only occupant was the bartender. He was leaning against the counter watching TV smoking a cigarette. His head turned to check me out as I entered.

“Where’s the restroom?” I asked.

A look over his left shoulder guided me to the Ladies.

“I’m going to freshen up first,” I said awkwardly, feeling I had to explain something. “Then I’ll be back for a beer.”

“What’ll you have?”

I scanned the taps and settled on a local brew. He nodded and went to get a glass. I decided I better hurry up if I wanted to drink that beer while it was still cold. I eased myself into the tiny bathroom. At least it was clean, I thought as I began to take assessment of my image in the mirror.

What greeted me in the glass needed some work. My long, brown hair was all over the place despite the bun I put it in many miles ago. My face had a slight coating of dust. Underneath, the skin was slightly red from the glare of the sun all day. I needed a wash, a change of clothes and a little makeup. I quickly got to work and fifteen minutes later I felt a bit more presentable.

Once my bag was back in the car and I was settled on a barstool I began to think of what I was going to do that evening. First up, food. I dug into some tacos and beans and rice. A couple of beers went down with that. Feeling loose and relaxed I leaned on the bar and asked the bartender if there was any place to stay the night.

He snorted laughter and I thought maybe he had some sexist answer to the question, but thought better of it when I gave him a serious look.

“No,” was all he came out with after some thought.

Well, that was easy, I thought. No need to find a hotel. Looks like either an all-nighter was in store or a quick snooze in the car. Looking around at the empty bar I didn’t think I could stay up all night with only the bartender as company. But that was hours away.

But things were going to change in a big way. Around seven a bunch of vehicles pulled into the parking lot. A few buses that were outfitted for overnight travel accompanied the collection of SUVs that parked around my car. The bartender seemed to be expecting this caravan.

“What’s going on out there?” I asked.

“Bunch of rock and rollers,” he said. “They’re makin’ some video in the desert and come here at night to eat, drink and play pool. Nice guys, though. They tip well.”

“I bet”, I said as I turned my head. “Are they local guys?”

“Nah, nothing round here anyway. These boys are from California and somewheres else.”

I was about to ask who they were exactly when the front door opened and a bunch of guys came in. None of the faces seemed familiar, but they weren’t exactly unpleasing to the eye. I watched as they filed in. Everyone looked tired and thirsty. When they saw the bartender they smiled and hailed him.

Judging by the long hair and grungy clothes they were either in a band or video producers or both. I didn’t want to stare too long so I turned back to my beer. All and all there must have been twenty five guys and a few women thrown in. They turned on the jukebox, bought beers and ordered food. They didn’t seem to pay any attention to me and I was glad. I felt horribly out of place in my jeans, western boots and sleeveless blouse.

I spent the next little while watching TV, thinking about ‘back home’ and watching the crew. Eventually I noticed a familiar face and gasped. These guys were a little more famous than I thought. Off to the side of the main group stood someone I had seen many times in years gone by, both on the small screen and on the stage. And by the looks of it, age had only improved his looks.

The bartender came over to refill my glass.

“Audioslave is here?” I tried to whisper.

“Oh yeah, that’s what they’re called. I couldn’t remember. You heard of ‘em?”

I nodded. “That’s the lead singer over there,” I said pointing.

“You don’t say…” He looked at me. “You want to meet him, don’t ya? I can tell by the look on yer face.”

I blushed. Damnit, was I that much of an open book?

The bartender went over to the other end of the bar. “Hey, you…Chris, right?” he yelled.

Chris turned his head and looked over at us. “What’s up, dude?”

“C’mere for a second, will ya?”

Chris ambled over and I got the best view of him all night. My eyes did a quick scan and took in: short, cropped hair – jet black, lean body, black jeans, white shirt with a t-shirt underneath, slightly burnt face, and those green eyes. Jeez.

The bartended cocked a thumb in my direction. “This here lady was askin’ about you.”

I wanted to die. I mean, I’m not exactly a teenage girl with a crush on some lead singer. This guy was the same age as me. We were mature. Been through it all.

Chris turned his head to look at me. I smiled weakly. I felt foolish, why would this gorgeous specimen of a man care about me? I looked like I hadn’t slept in a week and I probably was still disheveled despite the quick cleanup.

But Chris winked at me and smiled a rare smile. I always remembered him so damned serious in the videos.

“Well? Go talk to her or somethin’,” said the bartender who suddenly became a matchmaker. I felt my body tense up. I never had contact with a celebrity before, especially someone who occupied a few day dreams back when.

“I intend to,” Chris said as he grabbed a fresh beer and ambled over to me.

First thing I noticed as he came to stand next to me was how tall he was. Had to be at least six feet. I barely clocked in at 5’5”.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked in a soft voice.

“N-no, not at all,” I gulped.

Seated, it was easier to talk to him. He wasn’t towering over me.

He stuck out his hand. “I’m Chris,” he said.

“Um, I know,” I said and then realized it was the polite way of asking who I was. I took his hand in mine, shook it, felt incredible heat and said: “I’m Kat.”

“Kat? As in…”

“Katrina,” I replied. I released his hand and felt the warmth still radiating in my palm.

“Nice name,” he said and took a sip of his beer.

“So, what are you guys doing out here?” I asked, trying to act casual.

“Video shoot. This is only the third day and it’s killing us.”

“Oh yeah, it’s brutal out here,” I said staring at the bar top. His gaze was too intense to look at for very long.

“You live here?” he asked.

“No, just passing through. I’m from West Texas.”

“Ah, I thought I heard a drawl,” he said, smiling again.

“Well, yeah, it’s hard to miss.”

“So where you headed?”

Think fast. “Got a sister in Sedona. I’m heading out there.”

“Nice place.”

Please don’t ask any more questions about me, I pleaded silently. I’m running, remember?

Somehow he got the message. We began to ease into a nice chat about music and current events. He was pretty knowledgeable about a lot of things. The more we talked, the more at ease I became.

“So your career got resurrected,” I observed.

“In a big way,” he agreed.

“I miss Soundgarden, though. I saw you guys a couple of times over the years. It was always a good show.”

“Yeah, we had fun,” he said in between sips of his beer. “Sometimes I miss it too, but you got to move on.”

So true, I thought.

“And I always liked guys with long hair, but this do definitely suits you,” I said, referring to his hair.

He ran his hand across the top. The hair was spiky, but not 80’s spiky. I noticed the long side burns across the strong jaw line. My breath caught for a second. He looked good.

We each did a shot of tequila. I was buzzed but not drunk. I wanted to flirt but it couldn’t come out. I was out of practice and but the desire was there, hiding in the shadows and being coaxed out by the tequila.

I did a quick check of the situation. It was creeping towards eleven. Chris was sitting closer to me. (I could tell by the heat that he was giving off). The rest of the crew was drunk and raising hell. One more beer and I wouldn’t risk driving. And my bladder was full. I excused myself and went back to the Ladies.

After a long pee, I looked at my reflection again. No sign of desperation there, I thought. Good sign. I could walk out of the bar a respectable woman, get in my car, drive down the road and sleep it off with the window cracked and the doors locked. I began to figure out my departing speech as I walked back to the bar.

When I got there I saw that I didn’t need to use the speech. Chris wasn’t there. I couldn’t tell with the smoke if he was in the crowd so I quickly slipped outside, hopefully unnoticed.

The night air was still warm and it enveloped me as I made my way to the car. I could hear the music inside but it was muffled. Outside it was quiet except for the distant rumble of thunder. I didn’t like that, but I wasn’t going far. Just down the road a piece where I could knock the seat back and snooze until daylight.

I felt relieved that I could get out of the bar without feeling guilty about anything. Except for the handshake there was no touching. As bad as things were at home, at least I could say I didn’t make it worse by doing something…bad. Then I thought that maybe Chris wanted to break away from me too and didn’t know how to do it without hurting my feelings. I almost chuckled at that thought. My feelings had been absolutely stomped on the last few months; I didn’t know what was left of them.

“Not much,” I mumbled as I stood next to the door to my car. I dug the keys out of my pocket and took a minute to decide if I could drive. I was about grab the door handle when a hand closed over mine.

“Where you going?” was the soft question. A chill went down my spine.

I didn’t turn around. “Away,” I said. “Before I get too drunk to drive.”

“Don’t you have a place to stay the night?” the voice asked again.

“No. I was going to sleep it off in my car.”

“That’s not fun,” and the voice got lower, and, dammit, sexier.

“Well, it’s the best I can do. This town doesn’t have any accommodations.”

The hand squeezed my hand which was still frozen to the door handle. “It does, you just have to know where to look.”

I sighed. “Chris, I’m not some groupie girl looking for a one nighter…ok?”

“I never thought you were, Kat,” came the smooth reply. Whether he was serious or not suddenly became immaterial when I felt his body lean against mine. The heat again.

“Fuck,” I mumbled.

“Only if you want to,” he said playfully. “Now turn around.”

I turned around which was hard because both his arms were on either side of me. When I faced him, our lips were dangerously close. I leaned back.

“You don’t want this?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“I don’t know what I want, Chris. Honestly, I don’t.”

“I know…that’s why you’re running.”

“How did…”, but I never finished. His hands came up to frame my face and before I knew it, his lips were bearing down on mine. I closed my eyes because if I saw those green eyes I would melt into a puddle and there would be nothing for him to kiss.

And damn, did it feel good. His lips were slightly chapped from the relentless sun, but they knew exactly what I liked. Soon he parted them and slid his tongue along my teeth. His hands glided across my hips and pulled me so close I felt the hardness down below. In the space of a few seconds his heat had driven all thoughts of who I was from my mind.

At last he broke the kiss. I was panting.

He took a step back and looked at me. In the parking lot light, his black hair and goatee was contrasted by the slightly reddish-brown skin.

“Look around you, Kat. There is nothing here. We are both miles from home and who we are. Don’t fight it.”

He was right; I didn’t want to fight it. I wanted to rip his clothes off, see his body and fuck. And I knew he wanted the same.

“Where?” was all I could ask.

The devilish grin was back. “I have just the place. Small, but private.” He held out his hand. “Are you willing?”

“Yes,” I said and realized there was no turning back now.

I reached for his hand and he led me silently away. We walked down the road to another lot technically outside of the town. Several buses were there along with some other assorted vehicles, including a vintage white Dodge. We walked to a VW bus and he opened the door.

“After you,” he said.

I stepped in and was immediately overtaken by the heat and stuffiness. I couldn’t see what was inside, but it felt as if a bed had been set up.

“No worries,” he said, sliding in after me. The top vent was opened along with a window and soon the air began to circulate.

“So what do you think?” he asked. “This is home away from home.”

“Not bad, I guess. Beats my setup for the night.”

He lit a small lamp and hung it from the ceiling of the van. The light was soft and intimate and I could see him. His face was hungry.

There was a brief awkward moment.

“Hey, Kat, if you don’t want to…”

“I do.”

“Hard or soft?”

“Hard. God, make it hard.”

He chuckled.

“But first I want to see you,” I whispered.

“Ah yes, I know what you are saying.” He got up into a crouch. “But first some music.” He reached into the front and soon his voice was coming out of the speakers. “Damnit, not me,” he laughed. A few seconds later something I didn’t know played, but it was perfect for the mood. He came back and sat cross-legged in front of me.

“Shirt,” I said.

“Right.” He pulled off both his shirts and there in front of me was that hard, lean body I felt when we kissed only fifteen minutes before. Feeling bold, I ran my hand across it and felt the heat again. His skin was smooth and practically hairless.

“You had your shirt off today,” I said observing the reddish-brown tinge.

“Yeah, trying to get rid of that pasty Seattle look,” he grinned. White teeth showed behind the closely trimmed mustache.

“It looks, ah, good,” I said as I traced my hand down his bicep.

“So do you,” he fairly growled and took my hand to place it on the bulge in his crotch. “See what you are doing to me?”

I figured it was time to dispense with the niceties. I was as hungry as he was. Removing my hand, I shot him a look that said: do what you will.

He wasn’t a novice when it came to signals. Remembering my request for ‘hard’, he pushed me back and lowered his body onto mine. His head went down to suck my neck and his hands were tugging at my blouse and my bra. It became a mad scramble to get undressed. Clothes could be so frustrating I thought as I wrenched free of my jeans. But soon enough we were both naked. He sat up to gaze at me.

“Lovely,” he whispered. “I want to eat you, you look so good.”

I blushed a little. It had been a while since anyone gave me a compliment like that. I opened my legs.

“Yeah, exactly,” he said and bent down to the task at hand.

As soon as that tongue of his touched me I wanted to scream, it was that good. My clit was alive and throbbing even before he touched me but once his tongue went to work I knew that it wouldn’t be long but at least I could go again.

“Hard, remember?” I gasped.

His tongue drove into my snatch a few times before returning to my clit. He sucked hard and it felt like he was pulling the very soul out of my body. His fingers wiggled inside of me and fucked me hard. If this was the warm-up, I was in for a treat. And he didn’t let up, not once. He was determined and so was I. Eyes shut, I let myself go and thought nice thoughts while his tongue sucked and probed and fucked me. My grunts became whimpers and whimpers became screams as the orgasm came out of nowhere.

“Oh fuck,” I shouted. “I’m cumming!”

Poor Chris couldn’t encourage me with words. Only his tongue, mouth and fingers could and they did the trick. In seconds I was over the edge and headed towards the first orgasm of the night. I moaned and thrashed and said wicked things. When at last he lifted his head and wiped the juices from his face, I was a puddle.

“Sounds like you needed that,” he said as he laid his beautiful body next to me.

“Fuck yeah,” I moaned. “Jesus.”

He laughed at that.

“I hope that’s not it for the night. Otherwise I’ll have to go back to the bar,” he whispered.

“No sir,” I said. “Just give me a moment, will ya?”

He lay flat on his back and I turned on my side to gaze at him without the prior cloud of lust in my eyes. My gaze traveled up and down his body and it was better in person than it ever was on the screen. His dick rose from the nest of black hair and I put my hand around it. It was hotter than the rest of him, if that was possible. I squeezed and his eyes shut.

“Mmmm,” was all he could manage.

I gave one tug, then another. A drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit at the top of the purple head.

“You’re ready,” I observed.

“I have been for some time, especially after that performance.”

“You like the sound of a woman in pain?” I joked.

“Always do.”

“I think I could go for some more pain,” I said lazily.

“Top or bottom?”

“Top? Is that ok?”

“Absolutely. I like a woman who knows what she wants.”

I straddled him but didn’t let him inside right away. I leaned over and let him play with my breasts. The nipples were flat and aching to be touched. Or sucked.

“Those look good,” he said.

“They’re all yours.”

He wasted no time and got down to it. I leaned over more to ease the strain on his neck and shuddered as that mouth of his clamped around my left nipple. I felt a spasm in my pussy and began to rub my still swollen clit across his dick. He replied by sucking harder but I wasn’t ready to let him have his way with me yet. Part of being on top was the ability to dictate. I ran my fingers through his hair and rocked a little as he sucked.

“Yeah, that’s it…”

“I want to be inside you,” he practically pleaded.

“Then do it.”

I guided him in and lifted his pelvis. He filled me completely.

“Oh fuck, that’s good, Kat,” he moaned. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Thanks to you,” I laughed.

He turned his attention to my other tit as to not let it get lonely. I rode him slowly wanting to make it last forever. I still couldn’t believe my luck. Who would have thought that all the way out here in the middle of nowhere I would be fucking the lead singer of a popular band?

In the back of my mind I knew he knew I was running and that was the perfect setup. I wasn’t going to go blabbing about this because I had just as much to hide as he did. Out here in the desert we were perfect – no past and no future. Just the two us: here and now with me on top and his cock deep inside me.

“Harder,” I said through gritted teeth. “Make me forget.”

A deep thrust home made me forget alright. Damn, did it ever.

“Don’t forget about this,” he said, gasping with pleasure. “I know I won’t forget the feel of your sweet pussy.”

I helped him along by riding him for all he was worth. I watched his biceps flex as he used them to lift me off him then slam me back down. His eyes flickered open and closed, but whenever they were open, they bore through me. He had such an intense stare it almost unnerved me.

“I’m not going to forget those eyes,” I muttered.

He grunted, lost now in the pleasure I was giving him. Men ceased to be funny or witty or assholes once they were involved in the rhythm of humping and it didn’t matter if you were famous or not, it was all the same. Chris was pumping my pussy for all it was worth and his dick filled me and pushed against my cervix to the point where I was almost ready to let go once more.

“Almost,” I whispered.

“Fuck, not yet…wait…”

I answered by squeezing my vagina muscles around him.

“Oh no…fuck…” He opened his eyes. “Protected?”

“Yes, go for it,” I said barely holding on to the orgasm that was ready to take me.

That was all he needed, with the last thrusts he cried out and at last I heard that animal sound that was in so many of his songs. It was all I needed as I met his orgasm with my own and we tumbled down the hill together.

“Jesus,” I said again as I rolled off him.

He laughed and leaned over and gave me a long, soulful kiss. It felt good and made me want more. When he rolled away his dick was still semi-hard.

“Are you a one shot guy?” I asked.

He laughed again. “Sometimes, but I think tonight…maybe not.”

At that moment I had visions of taking him in my mouth, but in time. For now we both needed to recover. When I used to smoke, this would be the time to light up, but I didn’t anymore and I missed it.

Chris opened the van side door a bit and I was amazed at how cool it had gotten outside. In the distance we heard a coyote yapping.

“So is this your ultimate rock star fantasy?” he asked, grinning.

“Well, I can’t say that I’ve thought about it,” I admitted. “Especially not in a van in the middle of nowhere.”

“I love it out here,” he said. “This isn’t the first time I’ve shot in the desert. Beats the hell out of Seattle sometimes.”

“Never been there.”

“Well if you like rain and gloom, it’s the place for you,” he chuckled.

“I prefer the wide open spaces out here. And the heat.”

“I can relate to that space thing. I wish I had my motorcycle out here. I could go on forever.”

I thought about all the driving over the last two days. I wondered when I’d stop driving. Would I get to California and run out of road?

He turned to look at me. “Why are you running, Kat?”

“Don’t ask me that. Please.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that you look so…I don’t know…”

“Desperate?”

“No, not that…more like you’re haunted by something.”

“It could be that you’re right,” I said, pulling on my clothes.

“Where you going?”

“I gotta pee somewhere. Outside will do,” I said briskly.

He didn’t reply as I climbed over him and went out the door. I went to the edge of the lot and behind a tree and relieved myself. If the rest of the band and the video crew were back on their buses, I wouldn’t know. It was dead quiet. I spent a few minutes composing myself and walked back to the bus. Chris was leaning against the outside of the van. His pants were on, but no shirt.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Yeah. Got anything to drink in there?” I asked, looking at the van.

“I do,” he said. “Soda ok?”

“Perfect.”

He reached in and got a soda, cracked it open, took a swallow and handed it to me. The cool liquid felt good going down my dry throat. I leaned on the van next to him and we looked at the millions of stars. I could hear music playing softly from the van. In another time or place this would have been almost romantic.

After a while of not talking, he reached over and began to stroke my hair. I stood still and let him do it. Soon he got tired of that and stood in front of me to nuzzle my neck. I responded by running my hands all over his smooth chest and arms. The heat was still there, but not as intense.

“You’re turning me on again,” he whispered.

“I’m sore.”

“Is your mouth?”

“No.”

“So…”

“Right here?”

“You have a point.”

We both climbed in the van and shut the door. He knelt before me and I unzipped his jeans. His cock sprung out hard and ready. I wrapped my hand around it and gave a few tugs. He moaned and I knew he wanted it done the right way.

I never minded blowing guys. I know some of my friends didn’t like it, but it wasn’t so bad. I knew Chris really wanted it to complete the night and I complied. When my mouth took him in (as much as I could fit), he started talking.

“Oh fuck yeah, baby, suck me,” he breathed.

I sucked his head hard, tasting my leftover cum.

“Yes, that’s it,” he said, holding my head between his hands.

I flattened my tongue along the underside of his cock.

“Fuck, that’s good….you’re good…”

I swirled my tongue along the top of his head.

“Oh my god, yeah…”

His head was back and the neck muscles were taut. I cupped his balls and squeezed.

“Ahhhh!”

I left his cock for a moment and ran my tongue along his balls. He moaned and cried out before I went back to his cock again. This time I went faster and moved my head up and down on his shaft.

“Yeah, that’s good…so fucking good. I want to fuck your mouth.”

And he did. He began to thrust into my mouth hard. I grasped his firm ass in my hands mainly for leverage and partially to keep my balance. Even though it wasn’t the most comfortable for me, I was returning him the favor of what he did to my pussy earlier.

“Yes…yes…yes!!!” he cried.

Oh man, I thought, he’s quick. I let him dictate the pace but it was going to be soon. I squeezed his balls which were remarkably full.

“Here it comes, baby,” he groaned.

And cum he did. He literally exploded in my mouth with one long sigh of relief. I swallowed it all and sucked every last drop until he collapsed on top of me. I lowered him down before stepping outside to rinse my mouth out. I don’t mind swallowing; it’s the aftertaste I can’t stand.

When I returned his eyes were closed. We were done for the night. I pulled the blanket over us and fell asleep next to him.

As soon as it was light, I woke up. The heat would build and soon it would be unbearable in the van. Chris was still asleep and watching him I thought he looked almost angelic.

I had to get going. I didn’t want everyone to see me leaving the scene of the crime. But as soon as I reached for my clothes he woke up.

“Leaving?” he asked, his voice still sleepy.

“Yeah, I better…”

Things got awkward for me.

“Will you come with us?” he asked.

“Where?”

“To White Sands.”

“But that’s east. I’m going west.”

“I thought that doesn’t matter to you.”

“Chris…I…I don’t want to be your groupie girl, you know?”

He frowned and the serious look came back to his face. “You’re not. You are an independent woman. I’m just asking you to keep me company until this is over and we go back to our lives. I know we can’t have plans.”

He was right and I was tempted. Sorely tempted. My body ached with the thought of sharing his bed for a few more nights.

“It’s a great offer, but I should move on. Last night, well, it was incredible and I’m not going to forget it.”

He nodded. “Ok, I understand. Let me drive you over to your car.”

I thanked him and watched as he got dressed and started the van up. The sun was bright now and he donned some shades.

“Where did you get this van?” I asked, making small talk.

“It’s on loan to me.”

Everything was temporary out here.

He brought me back to my car and we sat there for a moment figuring out what to say.

“Do you think I could contact you when we start the tour? I’m sure we’ll be playing somewhere near wherever you are.”

“Sure, that would be ok,” I said. I gave him my card with my cellphone number. “Call me at that number, it’s the best way.”

He took it and put it into his wallet. “Ok. Well.”

It was time to bolt. I leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth but before I could pull away he grabbed my arm.

“Never forget, ok?”

“No, I won’t. And thank you,” I said sliding out of the van.

Minutes later I was pointed west with the sun at my back and a heaviness in my heart. I drove fast out of town and didn’t stop until I got to the next one. After a much needed meal and a shower at the truck stop my head was clear.

When I got back into my car, I turned it east and drove like the wind.
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