July 16th, 1970

    It has been six days since the incident in Manchester. The mood within the group had shifted slightly after Friday’s show, but only lasted until we began to set up for the following day’s show in Liverpool.
    Cameron later told me that he had spoken to everyone together, while I was in the bus looking for an item I’d misplaced, and gave them a brief and simplified version of what had caused me to act in that way. It put everyone at ease to know what had triggered it, though Willie still wouldn’t look me in the eye and we had barely exchanged more than a cursory glance at each other since. 
    Tonight we were in London, for the first of two nights at a fairly prestigious venue for a prog rock band to perform at. We were all backstage while Riot Men performed; either having a drink, smoking, sitting, or all three.
    I glanced sidelong at Willie, who had just entered the room with a woman in tow, and caught him looking at me. I was thoroughly fed up, and decided to make my feelings known.
    I marched over to him, the woman he was with having gone to get a drink. He answered my gaze with a scowl, so I spoke.
    “Listen, Willie. I know we’re not best friends and we really don’t have to be,” I said forcefully, “but for the love of God can you be a little less dramatic and brooding?”
    His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Yes, of course. I’ve been dramatic,” he retorted heavy with sarcasm. “You only launched yourself onto me, screaming, and punched me until Cameron pulled you off.”
    “Granted, yes,” I said firmly. Willie continued to stare unfailingly so I lowered my voice. “I don’t know what Cameron told you in Liverpool. I didn’t ask him what he said.” I took a breath and bit the inside of my cheek. “My father was angry and abusive to us. There was yelling, and Sylvia got pushed. It was instinct.”
    “I see,” Willie replied with a slight nod. “You do have a strong arm.”
    “Thanks,” I said, genuinely surprised he would throw in a semi-compliment. “I guess we all learned something, then. I learned I hit hard and you learned not to push women.”
    Our conversation ended abruptly when the woman he’d been with earlier strode up to us.
    “Not trying to get my man here, are you?” she asked in a shrill voice, putting her hand on Willie’s shoulder.
    “I’ve got my own, thanks. We were just talking about a mutual learning experience.”
    With that, I went back over to the drinks table and poured a shot of whiskey into a glass. I took the shot and refilled the glass with another two ounces.
    "Feeling alright, my love?" Cameron asked, suddenly behind me.
    "Absolutely. And you?"
    "Perfect, now," he answered, his arms wrapping around me. "I saw you chatting with Willie, he seemed very enthusiastic. What happened?"
    "I got tired of him being sour," I admitted. I turned to face Cameron. "I told him what my house was like and that I acted on instinct. Very briefly."
    Cameron nodded in understanding and gave me a quick kiss before he was called over by Clyde to join their discussion.


    The performance was blistering as usual; the crowd went wild and the band was on fire. Between exiting the stage and coming into the backstage area, Lee, Clyde, and Dale signed some autographs for fans and Willie disappeared with this evening's lady.
    Cameron and I went to the bus, wanting to have a little peace and quiet before everyone else came onboard. We'd just sat down when I reached into my purse for lip balm and couldn’t find it.
    I went back into the venue through the loading door, walking through a wide corridor towards the main room. As I passed one of the closed doors I heard noises, so I approached it. I regretted that decision immediately.
    "Kiss him."
    "Can't you just fuck me?" the shrill voice whined.
    "Come on, baby, kiss Little Willie."
    With that, I decided to just walk away and keep the knowledge I'd acquired for later use. I found the lip balm I'd come to search for on a table near the hallway, so I grabbed it and nearly sprinted back to the bus.
    "Cameron," I exclaimed as I got back to the seat beside him, "you would not believe what Willie calls his dick!"
    Cameron laughed at my excitement. "Little Willie?"
    "Oh my God, you know about it?"
    "Yes," he answered with a chuckle. "How did you find out?"
    "I overheard him with that girl in one of the rooms."
    We both laughed for a moment, until Cameron pulled me closer to him. "Forget about him. And his little him," he joked. "Come, cuddle me."
    The rest of the band boarded the bus not long after. When Willie appeared at the door, I couldn’t help myself.
    "Hey! It's Little Willie!”
    Everyone except Willie guffawed, he looked more like someone who was planning on smothering me in my sleep.

    I kept my mouth shut for the rest of the ride to the hotel we had booked, as we would have another show at the same venue tomorrow, and let Cameron lead me to the room.
    We settled in; I took a shower. By the time I came out of the bathroom, Cameron was sitting at the desk, hard at work writing dressed only in an unbuttoned shirt and boxers.
    "What are you writing?" I asked as I peered over his shoulder. I caught a few words but his script wasn't entirely eligible to me.
    "A song," he answered, head still bent in thought.
    "For the band?"
    Cameron shook his head and put the pen down, pushing the notepad to the side. "No. I've been asked to write a ballad for an Irish band."
    "Oh, Cameron! That's great!"
    He stood and held me close to him. "I have inspiration for it, at least," he said with a smile. Cameron kissed me then, and it took me a moment for his words to sink in.
    "The song is about me?" I asked doubtfully. Cameron nodded and picked me up in one swift move. "Put me down!" I squealed in delight.
    He did just that, putting me down on the edge of the desk and standing between my legs.
    "Alright, I put you down," Cameron cooed. "What do you want me to do next?"
    "Oh? The sly fox is in town?" I teased.
    Cameron kissed me gently and confirmed what I had said. "So, what will it be?"
    I scooted closer to him and wrapped my legs around his waist. "I'll take anything you're giving," I whispered.
    Cameron raised an eyebrow and gave me a deep kiss. "You're sure about that?"
    "Very."
    With that, Cameron boasted a devilish look. He trailed kisses to my neck, his lips brushing my collarbone. I put my hands on his sides and pulled him against me.
    I could feel his wanting, and my own desire grew when his fingers tugged at my panties and lowered them an inch. I hummed happily as his mouth trailed lower, focusing on my breasts. Cameron's tongue flicked over my skin and I pet his hair softly.
    "Mr. Fox…" I whispered.
    Cameron didn't stop his kisses but hummed a response against my stomach.
    "I like this…"
    "Good," Cameron said. He slid to his knees and kissed the inside of my thighs. I put my legs over his shoulders and laced my fingers through his hair.
    "Cameron…" I moaned quietly when his mouth met my wetness.
    He breathed through his nose for a few minutes, while I breathed heavily through my mouth, moans escaping often.
    "Don't make me scream," I spoke in a near beg. "Just take me…"
    Cameron moved his mouth to my thighs, dragging the my wetness there before he stood and I felt his wanting
    "Well, if you insist…"