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I think it’s time to dust the disco off and for me to get back to work.” Tears had come to her eyes as she went to interrupt but I pressed on. “No Dawn, you have a real career now, not just singing to a bunch of holidaymakers and you’ve got to grab hold of it. If you don’t take this opportunity while you can, one day you’ll blame me for holding you back. I couldn’t take that and I won’t do that to you.” She fell into my arms, sobbing her heart out, I didn’t know what to do or say, I just kissed her hair and held her tightly. She calmed a little, “But you’re my manager, you can take charge of everything, come with me when I have to be somewhere else. We can be together, you don’t need to work here Dina.” “Dawn, I’m not really your manager, I don’t know anything about the recording business, nothing about negotiating bookings or whatever, not at your level anyway, besides, I doubt that Peter would be happy with it. You’ve always got a home with me while you want it but I think it’s time we recognised that our lives are going to take different paths.” She sat back, staring at me, “You don’t want me anymore do you, Dina, you can’t be jealous surely? What have I done to upset you so much that you don’t love me anymore?” For a moment, I was stunned, had I not explained properly, how could she think that. “You don’t know how wrong you are Dawn, it hurts me deeply that you should even think that, I do love you, with all my heart and I’m so happy for you, and for the gift you have and now the opportunity to take advantage of it but I will not stand in your way. Please believe me, I do love you and like I said, my home will always be your home. Now, I’m sorry love but we need to go, we do still have a gig tonight.” Sadness gripped my heart as she turned and walked off to the car, leaving me to gather our stuff. It was an awkward and silent drive home. The night’s gig was the first time that the spark between us was missing, the show was okay but the magic was missing, she smiled at the punters but not once at me, how I kept a brave face and a tremor out of my voice, I’ll never know. It turned out to be our last show together. “You coming to bed yet, Dawn?” I called from the bedroom. “Not just yet,” she answered. I didn’t check the time but it was well into the night when I woke, I reached to indian touch her but only found an empty space. I padded downstairs, she was on the sofa all wrapped in a blanket and fast asleep. For an age I stood watching her, questioning, should I wake her, ask her again to come to bed or should I let her sleep? In the end, I fetched a bottle of brandy and spent the rest of the night sitting on the balcony, slowly getting pissed. I must have fallen asleep at some stage, with a thick head, I wandered into the kitchen and put the coffee maker on. I saw the blanket was gone from the living room, she wasn’t in the bedroom or bathroom. I panicked, shouting for her but was only met with silence. Then downstairs to the parking area, her car was gone. A check around the apartment soon showed that most of her stuff was gone. In desperation, I searched for a note from her but there was none. I don’t know how many hours it was that I lay on the sofa, for ages I cried until there were no tears left, then dry sobs shook my body. Sometime that afternoon, the doorbell woke me, “Fuck off!” I shouted, but the bell kept on ringing. It was my friend Romero. “Sorry pal, what can I do for you.” “Dina, my love, you look like hell, can I come in?” I waved him through. “I just came to tell you that I saw Dawn at the airport this morning, she was very upset teen but she wouldn’t answer me when I asked her what was wrong. Now I see the state you’re in, have you guys had a bust-up or something?” He was my buddy, so while all the time I cried, I told him all that had happened and that now she was gone. Pink silk bras are the only things offering any modesty to their budding breasts, already D-cups. It is still as dark and quiet. The sun had come up and was licking her face through the french doors leading onto the deck. The only downside was that Lucy left me that evening, staying overnight with her parents. No way that I would degrade myself by start humping the floor. He lets his finger strokes over the remote. Pleasure flowed up my shaft as I searched for her teen entrance. She said in a voice that was almost a purr “Oh baby, that feels so good, mommy wants you to fuck her ass, fuck me baby, oh god fuck me” I looked indian the way I felt, even if I didn’t dare let anyone see it. With all the readings I know you took I'm sure we will defeat them. "It will be 25 years in October," Abby adds as she throws an angry glare at Ted.