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Stick to your Guns: February 2010
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Chapter 141 - Make a Memory. Jon turned his back to the celebratory scene and stepped over to pick up his guitar. He slung the strap over his shoulders and turned back toward the audience, resting his hands on the instrument as he waited for them to settle back into their seats. Bobby moved a stool and a microphone stand to the center of the stage then stepped back to the podium to introduce Jon. He smiled down at the eager faces. “You busted your butts here for ten long weeks to earn those bad...Cate bl...
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Stick to your Guns: Hello There
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This story is one that has been rattling around in my head for a couple years now. It was inspired by a real-life celebrity encounter I experienced in the line of duty, and just kinda grew from there. Many of the places and some of the people I describe in this story are real, but the tale itself is pure fantasy. Will take you to the first chapter; from there you can navigate using the "newer post" buttons at the end of each chapter or using the archive on the left. Let me know what you think!
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Stick to your Guns: October 2009
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Chapter 103 - Wake-Up Call. Cate awoke to the feel of a gentle breeze brushing over her face. She eased one eye open, then the other, and blinked sleepily. Everything was fuzzy, then slowly the room swam into focus. She was lying curled on her side, facing away from the middle of the bed. She lay still, listening for Jon’s breathing behind her. But she didn’t hear him. Cate yawned again and sank back down against her pillow, snuggling her shoulder back under the sheet as the breeze continued to swirl aro...
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Stick to your Guns: January 2010
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Chapter 133 - Release. Wordlessly, Cate raised herself upward, off of Jon’s cock. He let out a feral snarl at the feel of the cool air against his iron-hard, glistening shaft as she released him. Jon yanked hard at his nylon restraints, desperate to free his hands. He needed to take charge, to grab her and pin her down and fuck her like an animal. Her exquisite, torturous tease had reduced him to just that: an animal. No… a criminal. Cate bit her lip to contain her chuckle. Just a minute, Baby. Cate reac...
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Stick to your Guns: December 2009
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Chapter 120 - Bitter Wine. As Jon gazed into Cate’s glittering blue eyes, he knew he couldn’t lie to her. He owed her the truth. 8220;Yes,” he whispered. “I cheated on Dorothea. But that’s not why we divorced.” He watched Cate’s reaction, waiting for disappointment and loathing to wash across her expression. But she just blinked, her long lashes fluttering slightly as she drew in a breath at his admission. 8221; she asked softly. Jon nodded slightly. “I will, if you want to hear it.”. Jon cleared his thr...
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Jon's Journal: July 2011
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Sunday, July 31. This is it. Last Show. Last Cookie. Let's see what tonight's naughty prediction is. You will get lucky tonight. Several times.". And there's handwriting on the back. I Love You, Baby. xoxo Cate". She's been here with me all along, every Dirty Cookie, every single show. She must have been in cahoots with Dawn, somehow. I'll have to get her to reveal her secrets when we're on the beach tomorrow, heh heh. It Especially when my fortunes come true. Sometimes I really love my job. Played, ha ha.
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Jon's Journal: December 2010
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Friday, December 31. New Year's Eve. In a couple hours it will be 2011. 2010 is all but done. It's been one helluva year. Toured the world for the umpteenth time, had some great experiences, some not-so-great. I look back on how many shows we did and how many places we played and shake my head. And we ain't done yet - still more than half of the New Year to go. Wednesday, December 29. Christ, I'm getting old. The boys have been running me ragged the last couple days! Gotta give props to my wife. She ...
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Jon's Journal: August 2011
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Welcome to Jon's Brain. This little project was born of a writing challenge. And like many of my projects, it kinda took on a life of its own. About Our Hero considering his own mortality, LOL. It covered the South American leg of the Circle Tour and ended with the flight home. By then he was tired. So he finally put down his pen and closed up his book. For those of you new to this story or my writing, this is a daily Journal kept by "Jon" from my Stick to Your Guns. Blog It is loosely based on real even...
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Jon's Journal: Welcome to Jon's Brain
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Welcome to Jon's Brain. This little project was born of a writing challenge. And like many of my projects, it kinda took on a life of its own. About Our Hero considering his own mortality, LOL. It covered the South American leg of the Circle Tour and ended with the flight home. By then he was tired. So he finally put down his pen and closed up his book. For those of you new to this story or my writing, this is a daily Journal kept by "Jon" from my Stick to Your Guns. Blog It is loosely based on real even...
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Jon's Journal: Monday, August 1
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Monday, August 1. I made it. I survived. Another tour in the history books. Another chapter of my career closed. Of my life. Christ, I'm tired. I hardly have a brain cell left and I feel like I've been hit by a truck. But I made it here, with the Grace of God and the love of a Good Woman. And of my family. Sardinia's beautiful. Peaceful. Calm. I can use some Calm right now. I may be the Rock Star, but She's my Rock. Last night was my first Last Night without the Kids. I missed them something awful...
