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Reaching into her purse Ami dug out her cell phone and held it up. “Say cheese."
Some things in life are priceless.
Ami walked out the door and followed the long hallway to a large green metal door with an exit sign above it.
When she swung the exit door open, a cold rush of wind blew against her. It quickly refreshed and cleared her drunken mind for a brief moment. Outside were the large trucks that loaded the concert gear but the other roadies must have been taking a break because there was nobody around. Though, maybe they were having the same kind of fun the one in the dressing room was.
She walked down the stairs, holding the rail for balance. The street rolled like an ocean in front her eyes. The booze was catching up with her, and the frigid air felt like ice against her hot skin.
Everything began to spin, and she toppled as if a wave pushed her. She felt her body floating—and then something caught her.
"Hey. Are you all right?"
Ami blinked and saw a man's face. He had a rugged look to him, but was handsome with scruffy brown hair and average height. He reminded her of a cowboy without the hat. He had stopped her fall and held her tightly against his body. She put her hands on his broad shoulders and leaned against his chest.
"Can I get someone for you? Let me take you back inside."
"No ... I don't want to go back.” She was confused and disoriented but knew she needed to leave. “Do you know who I am?"
"Yes, I was at the show. I left late to avoid the traffic."
Ami's mind wavered. “What's your name?"
"Edward."
"Edward, please get me out of here. I'll pay you whatever you want. Just get me the fuck away from here.” Her eyes stung with tears, and she began to cry. “Please, just take me away...” As the heaviness of her life crushed down on her and the alcohol hit hard, she passed out.
Edward quickly grabbed her limp body and picked her up in his arms. She nuzzled close and curled up. Like a scene from a movie he held his damsel in distress. Now if he had a bed handy, he could lay her down to sleep ... or something else.
Driving down the highway Edward couldn't believe what had happened. The woman of his dreams was asleep in the passenger seat next to him.
He was with the woman he'd had sex with so many times before. Each time it had been amazing too. Of course when masturbating with a washcloth and shampoo, all sex was great. He'd memorized every song lyric she had written after hearing her sing something that touched his heart and etched itself on his soul.
Her voice soothed his heart and fantasizing about that body gave him images to satisfy his “happy time” with. She had helped him without ever knowing him and now she was...
The blast of a horn and a gust of wind woke Ami from her deep sleep. Her head wobbled as she looked around. “Where are we?"
"We're about two hours away from the show.” Edward looked over at her. “You passed out."
He smiled and tried to think of things to say so she wouldn't be scared or freaked out to be in his car, but she actually appeared calm.
Ami put her hand to her face and closed her eyes. “Fuck, my head hurts and I'm starving. Do you have anything I can eat?"
"Nothing really good,” Edward replied.
"Well my head is throbbing, but at least there's no flashing lights or that damn ringing in my ears from the amplifiers. My brain must be repaying me for abusing it. All I know is that I have an empty stomach and need to pee."
"Well, I've got some fast food I picked up before the show. I ate the hamburger, but the fries are in the bag there by your feet. We can stop in a little bit. There are some food places further on up the highway.” He motioned forward then got a sniff of the food in the bag and his own stomach rumbled. “I'll take a couple fries. I'm a little hungry too."
Ami leaned over and picked up the bag. She opened it and took a whiff of the contents. “I'll pass,” she said while crumpling up the bag of stale-smelling food.
"There's a truck stop about ten miles ahead. It's quiet, and they have really good food. Do you want me to stop?"
"Yes, please. Fuck, I need something to eat and drink.” She tugged at her stockings, which were rumpled and twisted from sitting in the car. “Don't suppose you have any extra clothes, do you? I need to get out of this gear. This fucking thong is riding up my ass, and my shirt is wet and itches. Damn, I must smell and look like shit."
"I think I have a couple of things in a little travel bag behind my seat. I usually keep a few extra clothes for beach trips or long drives."
Ami climbed awkwardly into the backseat and mooned Edward on the way over. He got a nice look at her ass and the small tattoo of a heart on the right cheek.
