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loveliness. He had fantasized about this during those times when he couldn’t see her and was missing her so bad. He’d thought of bringing her here, just the two of them, away from the pressure of his celebrity and the harsh judgment of people. This moment was very special.
    Their eyes met as the soft trickling of water hung around them like a serenade of calm and peace.
    “I love you,” she uttered softly.
    Her declaration erased all his fears and doubts.
    Those simple words made him feel invincible.
    “I love you, too.”
    He walked toward her. She met him halfway.
    When he reached her, he smiled broadly and went on his knees before her, holding both her hands in his own. He looked up in her eyes and gave himself to her completely. He was the songwriter in his band but words had never flowed freely from his heart, until this moment.
    “Will you, my beloved Angelina, marry me and spend the rest of your life with me, as my bestfriend, my lover, my wife, my equal partner today, for as long as I live?”
    Her eyes were beams of radiant light showering upon him. “Yes.”
    “Will you share all the things that I have, joys, pains, triumphs, failures, challenges and be my inspiration in this life and beyond?”
    “Yes.”
    “Will you let me be your protector, provider and loyal ally in everything that we face together today and always?”
    “Yes.”
    “And will you be the mother of my children, the light of our home, to love, honor and cherish, with all my faith, love, loyalty and lust?” He winked at her.
    She giggled. “Yes!”
    “For better and for worse, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do us part?”
    “Oh Jaq, yes!”
    He removed the sterling silver ring from his finger and slipped it on her left ring finger. “Ops, too big.” He transferred the ring to her thumb. It fit perfectly.
    He kissed her hand. “You’re now my wife.”
    She raised her hand and looked at her new ring, a thick, plain silver band with a round, black onyx stone adorning it. It was a simple, utterly masculine ring he’d bought from a London punk rock shop. It was his rock star ring.
    “Rocker wife. Cool!” She smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Thank you, my husband.”
    They kissed and laughed and played in the water like they were the only man and woman on earth. Nothing else mattered. Nothing but their love for each other.

    His sexual journey had started early. Being the stepson of a very famous man gave him considerable fame as well and women had flocked to him since he hit puberty or even before that. Now, at age twenty-three and an established celebrity in his own right, a rock star, no less, he had never been short on women to shag.
    However now, Jaq felt like a virgin.
    His girlfriend was a virgin. This girl was his first real love, his true love. He didn’t want to disappoint her in any way.
    Angie took a bath in the master’s bedroom. He took a bath in the other room because he didn’t want to frighten her or rush her into anything.
    His initial intent of claiming her virginity was replaced by his fear of hurting her and as the minutes ticked by, the more he had convinced himself that he should wait.
    He would have slept in the other room if she hadn’t come to him. “I think it’s better if I sleep in the other room...” he said as she lead him back to the master’s bedroom. The scent of her hair, a baby shampoo of sorts was wreaking havoc to his libido. She smelled so feminine, a woman, a very beautiful woman that he was crazy about. What was a man to do under the circumstances?
    “Don’t you wanna sleep with me?”
    “No...yes...no. Angie...”
    At the door, she faced him. She took both his hands and kissed his knuckles.
    “I want us to make love.”
    He froze.
    “Angie...”
    “Don’t you want me?”
    He almost laughed out loud. His board shorts felt two sizes smaller as they spoke. His nuts hurt.
    “You know I do.”
    “Then I want my husband to make love to