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Part 10 (by Desiree)



    Desiree went flying down the interstate, headed for

the airport, constantly watching for the Troopers. She

sure didn't want to get a ticket to ruin her great

mood. She was on her way to New York. "Look out

Bruce... Here I come," she thought. Desiree knew Bruce

would be there just by what the other girls were

saying on the list. "I guess Lorie and I will just

have to share him. But that little Eric Singer isn't

so bad looking either with his dyed black hair. If

Lorie won't share, then maybe I ought to see how he

works." 

   Desiree stopped daydreaming when she almost

ran a red light coming off of the interstate. She

turned up the cd and started paying attention to the

road ahead, while singing along at the top of her

lungs to the song that was playing. Before long,

Desiree pulled into the Birmingham International

Airport parking lot and headed for the main terminal.

"I hope the others are waiting on me."



   Misha and Cyn were to meet Desiree at the airport.

They were heading off to see Kiss again and meet up

with the new friends they had grown to love from the

Girltalk Group. They got to the airport early and hit

the bar. Cyn was shaking from nerves about getting on

a plane and needed a HUGE drink. 

   After about an hour,Misha looked at her watch and 

pulled Cyn to her feet.It was time to meet up with 

Desiree. Misha was bursting at the seams. She was 

excited about meeting the girls from the group, but 

if things worked out as planned, she was going to 

get Gene all to herself.



   Desiree made her way through the terminal to the place

the others had decided as a meeting place. They would

meet up and then take a shuttle to their waiting

plane. Desiree was thinking about the other girls from

the group. What would they think of her and her

friends? Would they all get along so well in person as

they did on the group? Desiree knew that some had very

close friendships, but for most of the others, this

would be a first meeting.  She was especially looking

forward to meeting Raven. Her stories had kept Desiree

enthralled over and over again with each chapter

written. Raven had shown herself to a very nice person

and a very intelligent and proficient writer. And

Raven was a Peter fan, so there would be no

competition for affections with the Bruce or Paul. She

would definitely have to make time to talk with Raven

before coming back to Alabama.

   Desiree thought about Cyn and her affections for Paul.

It seemed that most of the girls had a thing for him

and his hot little body and Cyn probably did not stand

much of a chance. She sure wasn't going to have a

chance at Bruce. There was enough competition in that

area already and one more was one too many. If only

Eric Carr had lived. Cyn had always talked about Eric

and how wonderful he was and how he had been cut down

too early in his life. Cyn always talked about "what

if" where Eric was concerned and seemed to still be

mourning his death. Desiree sometimes wondered if

maybe Cyn didn't like Eric just a bit too much. All

Kiss fans mourned his death, but not for so many

years.

  Desiree had caught Cyn having a conversation with the

posters of Eric on her wall one time and heard her

actually call him by name and answer as though she

were getting a response to her side of the chat. "It

is not good to talk to yourself and it is even worse

when you think you are getting a response," she

thought. Desiree decided she would make a strong

effort to find Cyn a man. "There will be a ton of them

there and it has been such a long time for her."

Desiree couldn't remember Cyn being involved with

anyone since '91. She had just went along, raising her

daughter Shandi all by herself and refusing the

attentions of the men that had tried to get involved

with her for the last ten years.

   While Desiree was in her own little world thinking

about the possibilities in types of men, Misha came

through the terminal holding Cyn up and literally

dragging her across the floor. "What's wrong," asked

Desiree, snapping out of her thoughts? 

   Misha replied, "My crazy sister is afraid of planes, 

so I got her hammered on a few glasses of vodka until 

she was so drunk she won't remember even being on a plane. 

I wasn't about to miss seeing my Gene perform again.

   "Last time I saw him in Mississippi, he nearly drove

me crazy. I was nearly mad with convulsions over his 

raw animal magnetism and pure sexuality. He makes my 

skin stand up.  I tried to gain his attention that 

last time, but he seemed so distant and uninterested. 

He just kept walking past all of us as if he were in 

a daze. I won't give up so easily this time. He makes 

my blood boil and I am going to try my best to rape 

him, even if he is uninterested." 

   "Misha, you can't rape thewilling and don't forget 

that you have several thousand other women to fight 

off." 

   "Well, I have something special in mind that I know 

will work out."

   Desiree wondered what Misha had planned, but decided

it would be best to not know. Misha had a way of

concocting some strange schemes and Desiree did not

want to be a part of them. Besides, she had plans of

her own. Desiree laughed at Misha and moved to Cyn's

other side. "I guess we better get Cyn on the plane. I

don't want to miss a minute of the action. I have a

feeling we are in for a wild time."

   Desiree took Cyn's right arm and helped Misha carry

her to the shuttle and then onto the jet that was

carrying them to New York. It was a good thing Desiree

had access to the company amenities. They would fly

without hassle and no screaming children and Cyn could

sleep off her alcohol. And they got a great suite,

courtesy of the company, in the same hotel as the

other girls. This was going to be a great trip.



   When the girls arrived at JFK, Misha's phone rang. She

looked at the caller id. "Can you go meet the driver?

I have to take this call," said Misha. Desiree told

Misha where they would be and watched as she ran off

to answer her phone. 

   Cyn came around and asked where

they were, just in time to see that Misha was heading

to another area of the terminal with a phone stuck to

her ear. 

   "We are in New York. You slept through the entire 

flight," answered Desiree. "And you must do

something about your whistle." 

  Cyn looked questioningly at Desiree. "What are you talking

about?" 

  "Not much," replied Desiree, "except that you whistle in 

your sleep. It was very annoying. I only hope that you don't 

do that when we are around the others. I would hate for you 

to finally meet Paul or some other man and have a nice steamy 

night together, just so you could whistle." 

   "I don't have to worry about that. I only whistle when I 

drink and I have no intentions of drinking before I see Paul 

again. I want to be sober so that I can remember every inch 

of his yummy body," she replied. "Besides, I have no

intentions of sleeping with Paul or any other man,"

she thought to herself as her mind began to remember

far off times.



   "Why are you calling me," Misha asked? "Haven't I told

you not to call me from your number? Your name shows

up on my id. What if someone else had answered my

phone? How could I explain you?" 

   "Don't worry about that. No one did answer your phone, 

so you are not discovered," answered the man on the other 

end. "Is it so bad having a conversation with me?" 

   Misha grumbled, "It is when you are the evening's dinner 

in a den of hungry lions. I hate what you are wanting me to do

just so that you can seek your revenge and playing on my need 

to see and be with Gene." 

   "Don't worry. You will be justly rewarded for your time and 

efforts when you finally have Simmons at your feet," he scowled. 

"I want the pleasure of seeing him submit to me just once

and then you can have him. And I guess you will need

to comfort him and tell him everything will be okay."

And in his mind he said, "Just like every other damn

woman." 

   "Yes I will and I only hope he can forgive me for what I 

will have done. After all, don't the ends justify the means," 

Misha asked? After a couple of minutes of reviewing their 

plans, Misha finished her conversation and hung up the phone. 

Despair was evident in her eyes as she met back up with Desiree

and Cyn at the car.