Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2017 12:34:49 -0400
From: oldhippie1949 <oldhippie1949@gmail.com>
Subject: Davy's On The Road Again, Ch. 11

Davy's On The Road Again, Chapter 11

The following story is fiction. Sure, some of it may seem real but that's
because it's based upon true events and episodes in the life of your humble
narrator. It involves all variations of sex between men and women, between
women and women, between men and mem and in all combinations thereof. The
story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about
their private lives. There are lyrics to songs that add not only tribute to
the songwriters but add color and atmosphere to the story. Some of the
characters are real people whose names have not been changed. They are
there to advance the story and expand your imagination. I hope you enjoy
the telling and the tale.

I wrote this story several years ago and published it on another site. This
version is updated at corrected and in some ways is different from the
original story. Send your comments to oldhippie1949@gmail.com.

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The morning came and I was up with the dawn. I really can't say why except
that maybe I was ready to seize the day. I put up coffee and took Santo
out. He was pretty frisky on this dreary morning. Rain seemed to be coming
in from the south and the clouds looked black and ominous. Fortunately,
they were very far off. Since there was no one on the beach, I let Santo
loose. He ran straight for the water and splashed about in the remains of
the huge waves. He rolled around in the sand and, while having a ball, made
a mess of himself. I saw a lone runner off in the distance as I reveled in
the sound of the surf. I was awake but still fuzzy. I needed my caffeine. I
turned back toward the bus as Santo scampered up beside me. I got the vibe
that he was about to shake himself off and I was right when he suddenly
sprayed me with water and sand.

"Ok, buddy, I'm going to have to wash you down when we get back."

I opened the side compartment and took out the hand-held shower head. I
washed my boy down and then toweled him off. He was barely dry to I
tethered him to the bus and brought him his water bowl. He found a spot
under the bus and flopped down.

I poured a cup and noticed that we were almost out of milk. I wrote myself
a note to check our supplies and to pick up whatever was needed. Amy was
curled up in bed and sleeping. I quietly closed the door, sat down at the
table and turned on the computer to check my email.

My first email was from Shelley and Linda. Shelley's mother had passed away
in the night a few days before. The girls had buried her and were now
settling her estate. They were soon heading back to Michigan and asked if I
would stop by to see them if I made it up that way. They also told me that
they had been following me on YouTube and were thrilled at my success. The
end of the note made my heart sad. Shelley said that she and Linda were
having some friction and she didn't know if their relationship would last
too much longer. I responded immediately telling them that they were in
love and that they should remember why. I said that they should return home
at their earliest chance, back to the place where they were comfortable and
to try to rekindle their relationship. I told them that the last few weeks
had been terribly stressful for both of them and that they needed to seek
out their comfort level. I also told them that I was in love and that they
would just love Amy. Finally, I wrote that I would make it a point to see
them on my return trip if and when we made it back that way.

I chose to ignore the emails from my former business associates - my
manager, my publisher and all the rest of the bastards who screwed me
around once already. Never again. I swear it. I marked them as 'junk'.

I checked out YouTube and the benefit videos were way up over 700,000.
There were links to the Aspen video and that, too, was off the hook, over
600,000. There were even video clips from old appearances on The Tonight
Show with Johnny Carson, from Rockpalast, from Don Kirshner and from my
first appearance on Saturday Night Live. I laughed when I watched the skit
I did with Ackroyd, Morris and Belushi. I couldn't wait to show this to Amy.

I sat down on the couch with my pad and pencil. Lighting a half a joint, I
began to write.

I have to laugh when I see pictures from the old days,
The songs I sang, the people I met, the things I did...

Too maudlin. I crumpled it up and tossed it. I sat thinking of something to
write but was drawing blanks. I hadn't had enough coffee yet but then I
never write well in the morning. I'm just not a morning person. Never was.

I turned on the TV and started to watch but soon was asleep. Amy woke me
with a kiss. It was nine-thirty. She was sipping her coffee.

"I've been watching you for a half and hour. You seemed fitful, is
everything all right? Are you okay, hon?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just got up very early this morning, that's all."

"Where is Santo?"

"Santo is tied up outside. I took him for a walk and he played in the sand
and the water. I washed him down and let him dry off outside. Let me go get
him."

Santo was patiently sitting and waiting by the door. I scratched his head
and told him what a good boy he was and let him back into the bus. He still
was a little damp but I knew he wanted in. I got his bowl and freshened his
water. He greeted Amy with a million kisses and sat at her feet as she
scratched his head.

"Amy, I must show you something." I woke up the computer and clicked on the
SNL skit. She laughed and recalled that she had seen it when it originally
aired, back in '76. "Look how young you were!" My memories drifted back to
that one summer I hung out with Beloosh, when he and Judy rented a house in
East Hampton just down the road from me. I really liked that guy a lot and
I was heartbroken when he died. I missed his humor and his sensibility. I
told Amy about some experiences with him.

"I had this neat toy. It was a Honda ATV90 - a little three wheeler
motorcycle with big pneumatic tires. It was designed to drive on sand dunes
and not on the street. So one day, I'm driving it up to Sammy's Beach along
the dirt and sand side of the road. I'm about halfway there when I notice
an old beatup car following behind me. When I got up to Sammy's, I took off
into the dunes and was bouncing around having a great time. I noticed that
the car had parked in the sandlot and two guys were watching me. When I got
closer, I realized it was John Belushi and Danny Ackroyd in the
Bluesmobile. I pulled up to them and Ackroyd asked if he could take it for
a ride. I gave them both a quick lesson and Dan took off into the dunes
screaming with joy. I stood next to John and the fucking guy was a riot.
Every comment he made was funny. We got along great. He recognized me and
teased me about my music, about how it had no balls. When Dan returned,
John wanted to try it. Well as much as we showed him how, he just couldn't
get it. He spin the handgrip to rev it, step down on the gear and squeeze
the breaks so the thing would flip up and he'd go flying off. And each time
he fell, it was a comedic fall, you know, very broad. Finally, I put him in
the seat behind me and took him for a ride. I had to stop about ten times
because he kept falling off."

"Dan was only visiting that day but I got very friendly with John and Judi.
Some nights, he'd knock on my door asking if I had a spare bottle of wine
(or as he called it "wiiii-iiiine") or maybe spark a joint or two. We
joined them for a few barbeques with other SNL cast members and writers. We
joined him at The Old Post Office Cinema" to see "Jaws." I never heard the
film dialogue because they were all ad-libbing their own dialogue and it
was very funny. He left in late August to go film "Animal House." I saw him
a few times after that when he invited us to the studio to watch the show.
He was a great, funny man and it really hurt when he passed on. Somewhere,
I still have an autographed copy of "Titters", the book Judi Belushi put
together about comedic expressions of breasts. Oh, those were some times."

Amy watched some of the other clips and was amused by my young looks.
"You're still so handsome!" I refilled our cups and told her about my email
from Shelley and Linda. I said that I hoped we might be able to swing by
and see them on our return trip, whenever that might be.

"I need my morning walk, baby. Let me take Santo out again so we can both
stretch out. I'm going to call Sally, too, okay? I'll be back soon. I love
you, Davy Harper." She kissed me and left.

The phone rang and it was George. "Good morning, Davy. Did I wake you?"

"No, not at all George. We still on for lunch?"

"Yes, but can we make it at Nobu? It's just down the road from you. Sorry
to keep changing the place on you."

"It's okay, George. Amy and I will see you there. How's one o'clock?"

"That's great, Davy. I'm just over in the Colony. I'll see you then."

A few minutes later, I received another call. This one was from Craig
Ferguson. I recognized his Scottish burr right away.

"Hello, Davy. It's Craig Ferguson - you know, the whack job with the late
night show?"

"Of course I know who you are, Craig. What can I do for you?"

"What you can do is appear on my show tomorrow night - maybe play a song,
sit on the couch and shmooze..."

"Well, I'll do it, Craig, but only if I can play with a puppet."

"That can be arranged, Davy, but nothing too obscene. Can I have my staff
call you later for some prep?"

"Sure, but later on in the afternoon, like about four. Is that good."

"For you, Mr. Harper, anything. Oops, sorry. I sound like a jerk."

"No, you don't. You've just been in Hollywood too long, that's all. Who
else is on the show with me?"

"Right now, it looks like Maggie Gyllenhaal."

"Great, I like her...pretty and a very gifted actress."

"Yes, it will be a good show. I'm already thinking of a set up with the
puppets. We'll have fun. Thank you, Davy and I'll have the staff call you
later."

"Uh, Craig. One more thing. If you want me to perform, can I have a small
group behind me - like maybe three or four pieces?

"Sure, Davy, my little dog-and-pony show can handle that. We'll just need a
sound check first before the show. I tape at seven so let's make it five,
all right with you?"

"Very good, Craig...and thanks."

I called Mark immediately. "Mark, I need your help. Craig Ferguson wants me
to do his show tomorrow night and he wants me to perform one song. He said
I can have three or four pieces. Beside you, can you help me get a bass and
a drum? He wants to sound check at five and taping is seven."

"Sure, dude. Relax. Let me call Gadd and Hillman. I think Nick left town
and I think Keltner is with Cooder somewhere in Mexico. Let me check things
out. Have Amy singing, too."

"Yeah, if I can get her to do it. I may have to wrestle with her on this,
which ain't such a bad option either!"

"Indeed. Talk to you later."

I refreshed my coffee again but I hardly needed any more as I was pumped. I
looked out the window and I could see the rumbling clouds moving closer.
Amy was sitting nearby with her ear to the cellphone as Santo sat next to
her, his butt leaning up against her. I watched her for a few minutes until
I saw her hang up, jump up and run back to the bus.

"Here comes the rain!," she squealed. The windows began to fill with the
pelting drops. "It suddenly got colder, too. I was on the phone with Sally
when I saw a sheet of water come in off the ocean."

"How are they?"

"They're good. Sally was telling me about this sex party they attended last
night and how she had four men doing her at the same time. You know Sally -
she was cumming just talking about it! She also said that they have been
keeping track of our clips on YouTube and while she's glad she's not here
in L.A., she's sorry she missed the show. Otherwise, life doesn't change
much in Aspen. What's with you?"

I filled her in on our lunch plans and told her about the Craig Ferguson
taping tomorrow night. I told her that Mark was putting together a band and
that I wanted her to sing with me. "I want to do "...Key of Me," what do
you say?"

"Oh, God! TV?" She began to babble. "What am I going to wear? Oh, I have
plenty. Should I have my hair done? I should call Linda for advice. Maybe
I'll have my make-up done...no, they have makeup people there and makeup
for TV is different than...Jesus!...Quiet down, girl! Just relax!"

I laughed at her sudden panic and told her it would be very cool and not to
worry.

"Okay, okay...Nobu for lunch, huh? Good, I'd like some sushi. Do you have a
joint rolled? I could use something to calm myself."

I rolled up a thick bomber, lit it and passed it over to her. She sat in
the corner of the couch watching the rain pour down and toked on it slowly.
She seemed deep in thought.

"Davy, when are we going to go back to the road again?"

"I'm thinking right after the bus is done. Like the next day. Why, have you
had enough of El Lay?"

"Yeah, maybe. I'm starting to think about our itinerary. Do you mind if I
start to map one out? Just for fun?"

"Sure, I'm blowin' in your wind, babycakes. Go for it."

She sat down at the computer and started to make notes. In no time, she was
absorbed in creating a route. "So I'm thinking that we go up the Coast
Highway to San Francisco stopping in Santa Cruz - you wanted to stop there,
right? I've never been to  Monterey and I'd like to stop there. We both
have people in San Francisco, although I called my friends and there was no
answer, so I figure maybe we're there for a couple of days. Then on to
Tiburon, I never been there either and you have friends there, too and then
up to Bodega Bay, where you have more friends. Am I right so far?"

"I'm listening but so far, you're good. I called my friends in Frisco and I
also didn't get an answer. I tried to look up my old friends in Bodega Bay
but there was no listing for them so I guess they're gone. I'll try again
later or tomorrow."

"Okay. loosely playing it by ear..., from there to the Napa Valley, through
Sacramento to Yosemite Park, which I really want to see. Across Nevada and
Utah (stopping over in Salt Lake City - maybe), and then north to
Yellowstone, another place I want to go. From Yellowstone we head south to
Aspen for a while so I can check out my biz."

"I'm getting exhausted already. Maybe we should stop right here for the
night, waddya say?"

"Cute, guitar boy. In Aspen, we can map out the next leg but I know you
want to stop in Michigan."

"Sure, you know we're missing the Pacific Northwest and Wyoming but we can
do that on another trip. Eventually, we have to head back to New York so I
can handle my biz, too. And somewhere in there, we might have to head off
to a gig. I'll tell you one thing, it's great to be so flexible, isn't it?"

"It sure is but I'm getting a little antsy to move on. I'll check out RV
parks later."

"Speaking of which, let's get dressed and meet up with George."

"Oh right. If I smoke any more, I'll forget my name."

"Ha! I could smoke all day and I'll never forget your name."

We dressed and headed over to Nobu. Although it was raining heavily, it was
only a few minutes up the road in Malibu proper. George was already at a
table in the back and waved us over. We made some small talk for a while
and George suggested we let them prepare a sashimi platter for us.
Something was bothering Amy.

"Yesterday, I saw you walk in with someone and I'm pretty sure I knew her.
But I never saw her again and never got to talk to her and it's really
bothering me, George."

"Oh, you mean Sarah. She got a call and had to leave not long after we got
there..."

"Sarah! That's it! She was a waitress at the Hotel in Aspen when I was the
hostess...maybe ten years ago. Son of a gun! I knew I knew her!"

"Yes, I think she was. She moved on to run several restaurants. That's how
I met her. I will give her your regards, Amy. It's a small world. But let
me get down to what this is all about. I'm working on a project now and
it's in the earliest development stage. I've had a couple of treatments
written so far. I was very taken by the two of you at the benefit and at
Mark's party and you kind of dovetail into my project. It's a film about a
sixties musician who's been out of the loop for a few decades and who
suddenly finds himself making a comeback. It's a drama about romance and
redemption but with an element of organized crime and the narco trade, if
you will. I'm not interested in doing a biopic about you, I just want to
use elements of your story, or your stories to flesh out the screenplay.
Perhaps you might even write some songs for it. I'd also like to cast the
two of you in small roles. You both look very good for the parts I have in
mind. Like I say, it's in the earliest stages here and nothing has the
green light except my interest. And, by the way, I'm not interested in
playing the part as much as I am in producing and directing it."

"So what would you have me do to help you, George?"

"Maybe first a series of chats, if that's all right with you."

"You know, Graydon Carter wants to do a story about us. He wants Annie
Liebovitz to photograph us. Perhaps, that could be the seed material for
you?"

"Perhaps. That could be a good source or even a starting point. I want to
be honest with you, though. I've heard some chatter from other studio
people that they are interested in doing something with you. I want to be
the first. With that in mind, I'd like to offer you an option so, at least,
I have you locked up and don't have to worry about any competitors."

"I've heard some rumors about that myself but I don't trust Hollywood much.
I know that you make quality films - stuff that you believe in. I'm more
inclined to work with you."

"That's good. I have no intention of screwing around with you. I know that
you can give me color and that whoever develops the screenplay can work
that into the plot. How long will you be in L.A.?"

"Maybe another few days is all, we're both itching to move on. We're going
to head up the coast and then see some parks before heading back to Aspen
for a little while before heading east."

"I expect to be in the country for a few months so maybe I can hook up with
you on your trip and we can talk while you travel. Will that work for you?"

"Sure, that sounds cool. I'll email you when we firm up our itinerary and
we can schedule something."

"That's great. To tell you the truth, I'd like to see some of the National
Parks, too. I've never seen Yosemite. I'll get right to work on cutting you
a check, shall we say $100,000 for a one-year option? If we take it into
development, there will be a lot more but this is just to seal our deal."

"Amy, what do you think?"

"It seems non-lethal to me, at least at first blush. I want to sleep on it
and toss it around with you before we commit to this. Is that all right
with you, George?"

"Yes, of course, Amy. Today's lunch was just, shall we say, an initial
conversation, that's all. When you accept the check, the deal is done. And
that doesn't commit you to anything except letting me have first dibs on
your story."

"Okay then, so far it's all good to me."

"Fine. I can call you tomorrow with more details, if you like."

"George, there's no rush with us. Let me give you my business
manager/lawyer's number in New York. And from everything I have heard about
you, you are a gentlemen and I will only work with righteous people. I've
learned from my mistakes."

"You see what I'm saying, Davy? Already, that's the beginning - or the end
- of a good story!"

"Amen, brother."

We clinked our sake cups and proceeded to scarf up the yellowtail, the
sweet shrimp, the tuna and all the rest of the food which was very, very
tasty. I've never really liked sushi but this was something else altogether.

My cell vibrated in my pocket. I excused myself and took the call. It was
from the Ferguson show and I asked that they call me back in an hour. I
explained to Amy and George who had called.

"That will be fun. I did his show. He's a smart and funny guy," said George.

We talked a bit about Amy and I meeting in Aspen and our subsequent
whirlwind romance and trip. George was absorbed and asked a few questions
about my days before we met and I gave him a thumbnail sketch. Amy was
absorbed, too, and I realized that she didn't know a whole lot of my
history.

"This will be an enlightening story for me, too," she said. We finished our
lunch and shook hands before parting.

"Davy, I'll call you in the next couple of days. I'd like to see your bus.
May I stop by?"

"Certainly, George. We'll give you the five-dollar tour."

Driving away, Amy was very impressed. "Wow, an option on a movie deal! How
much better can it get?"

"Baby, like The Carpenter's said, we've only just begun."

Back at the bus, we didn't talk much perhaps because we were both a little
overwhelmed by all events and offers since arriving here. The rain had
settled down to a light drizzle and Santo was good for a quick walk. I
considered that he was a little overwhelmed, too, and mirroring our
tension. Amy had set out a glass of wine for me upon our return.

"Davy, how about we snuggle for a while. I have to shower and shave myself.
Or maybe you would like to shave me?"

"Ooh, that sounds interesting and different. How can I refuse?"

"Good. You lay out a couple of towels on the bed and I'll get ready."

She showered as I prepared the bed. When she came out, she had her razor,
some shaving cream, a scissor and some lotion. She also carried a damp
washcloth.

"I've already done my legs and my pits. I'd rather get waxed but I really
just need you to clean up my crotch. Do you think you can do that?"

"Ha! Do I! Cleaning you crotch? Ha!" I snipped the scissors.

She placed her butt on the towels and spread her legs wide giving me a
delectable view into her pink inside. I leaned over and licked her wetness
away.

"First things first," she admonished me.

I picked up the scissor and began to trim her little v-shaped raven-haired
landing strip that seemed to be growing back, clearing the stubble from
just above the top of her slit. I shaped it and trimmed the tiny pubic
hairs growing on the top and the sides. When I was satisfied that I had
completed that task, I used the washcloth to wipe the hairs away. I then
applied shaving cream around it and down around her mound. With gentle
swipes, I lightly shaved around the edges of the strip. Slowly, I shaved
around her lips and into the crease of her legs. She raised her knees up
and I shaved around her opening and down beneath it. Carefully, I shaved
the inside of her lower butt cheeks wherever I saw raven follicles growing
back. I warmed up the washcloth and wiped away the shaving cream several
times to make sure that I didn't miss anything. Finally, I cleaned her off
and slowly massaged her pussy with lotion. I noticed pearls of moisture
form in her vagina and I lovingly licked them off. Smiling at me, she
rubbed her hand all around her crotch making sure that I had done a good
job. Satisfied that I had, she propped herself up on her elbows.

"Would you like me to shave you now? I think I'd like to feel your soft
balls."

I was startled. I'd never shaved my forest before. Not that I was opposed
to it, it just surprised me. "If you like. I mean, why not?"

"Good. I think I'd like to see what it's like not getting pubic hair caught
in my teeth. I promise I'll be gentle. I don't want to hurt my favorite
fruit bowl! Go take a warm shower and I'll get ready."

I showered off and examined myself for a few minutes taking in my hair for
the last time. I loved how this woman came up with ideas. I walked back
into the bedroom as I was toweling off and lay down with my butt on the
towels.

"First I have to cut back all this hair so just lay back and I'll go to
work." With my head on the pillow, I listened as she snip, snip, snipped
away with the scissor. After a few minutes, she swept the hair off me and,
with the warm washcloth, wiped my crotch. She applied shaving cream all
around me, from my pubes to my ass. With slow delicate swipes, she began to
remove my hair. At first, it felt funny and a little ticklish but soon, as
she held my dick down so she could clear the hair around the stem, it felt
pretty damn nice. When my pubes were done, she wiped me off and reapplied
shaving cream to the inside of my upper thighs.

"You have a lot of hair here, buddy, and a lot of it has turned gray. I'm
going to make it all young again."

She shaved around the sides of my legs and spread them wider. With one
hand, she pushed my balls to the side as she shaved. When that job was
complete, she warmed up the washcloth and placed it around my sac.

"Now for the hard part. Put you knees up to your chest. Yes, like that."

I held my knees up as she first used the scissor to clip the long brown
curlies that surrounded my scrotum. Then with small motions, she began to
shave it clean. It reminded me of getting prepped for my vasectomy and I
told her so.

"Don't worry. No blood and no stitches this time."

"Whew! That's a relief! Still, the drugs they gave me afterwards were
awesome. Got any of them?"

When she completed this, she wiped me clean and applied lotion all around
me. It felt cooling. She told me to turn over onto my hands and knees and
went to work on my asshole and down around the base of my sac. Her gentle
caresses around the area was getting me hard and with one hand, she lightly
held my cock and balls up. She wiped me clean and applied lotion around the
area. Placing a glob of lotion into my asshole, she slid her finger in
until she was rubbing my prostate. My cock was now standing at full
attention.

"Mmmm," she said as she caressed the area, "soft as a baby's ass. What do
you think?"

I looked down at my bare hairless crotch and smiled. "It looks cute!"

As she wiped me down and dried me off, she said, "there's one more test."

She cleared all the shaving gear off the bed and removed the towels which
were covered in pubic hair, tossing them into the washer. She climbed back
onto the bed and crawled up to my head, placing her legs on each side of
it. Leaning down, she began to lick and feel my cock and balls. Her moist
pussy was inches above my eyes and it smelled wonderful with her musky
scent combined with the lotion. I tried to get my tongue into it but she
was too high to reach it. Her mouth licked and sucked my sac, gently taking
in each testicle and rolling them around. It felt great and she kept
murmuring, "so soft, so soft." Her gentle hands cupped my balls as she
dipped lower and rimmed me. My cock was flapping against her chin as her
hands grasped my cheeks and tongued deep into me. She replaced her tongue
with her finger and massaged my prostate. She began to deep throat me, too,
and I was euphorically lost.

"I need your vagina."

"Coming right up! Or down!" She swung around and pressed it into my face.
It was a frisky sixty-nine with lots of moving around, humping, bouncing
and slobbering and it was just fine. She wiggled her bare slit into my face
and every one of my features was covered in her wetness. I slurped at her
clit whenever it neared my lips but she seemed intent on sliding it back
and forth over my nose.

She spent a lot of time licking and sucking on my shaved balls while
stroking my stiff cock. I felt us both tremble a bit so I rolled her over
and repositioned my cock over her juicy cunt. We banged each other hard and
with fast strokes until she cried out that she was cumming. I felt her
flood me and for a few moments while I was pumping, I couldn't feel myself
inside her at all. But as her orgasm peaked and subsided, I could feel her
grip me and I let my cum fly, exploding out of my piss hole and washing
into her, our juices mixing and spilling out of her with each one of my
hard bursts. We were bathed in sweat and hugging each other. We began to
laugh and said, at the same time, "Thanks, I needed that!" and laughed even
harder.

"I want to clean you up. I need to..." she said as she rolled out from
under me and went down on me again, licking and sucking off any juices that
remained. Not to miss a good thing, I buried my tongue into her and began
to clean her out. Gobs of cum filled my mouth mixed with her sweet pussy
flow. We were both completely sucked dry, or as dry as we could be, and we
met in the middle of the bed for some deep kisses.

"So good," she said, "I don't know about you but that was one of those
orgasms I want to put into my scrapbook. God, that was great."

"Yeah, that was some unexpected fun."

"We just make the best love, don't we? There's like nothing we can't do
with each other. I cannot ever remember a lover who would eat out my
cum-filled pussy. And, since you've done that to me, it's always like the
icing on the cake."

"I like it, too. It's all good and, to me, there's nothing gross about it.
It's a part of our fun. My ex would never let me do that. After I came
inside her, she'd rush to the bathroom to wipe herself. I was left feeling
abandoned. But with you, it's always amazing. And another thing I have to
tell you, when we play with others, it's fun and it feels good and
uninhibited and all that, but I will always love sex with you and you alone
the most."

"I can't agree more. Our sex is the best. This is real connoisseur
sex...like a 5-star Zagat rating. Oh, my...Davy, you're the best."

The phone interrupted our sweet talk but I let it ring. It starting to ring
again and I decided to take the call. It was Elon asking if he could send
someone over to pick up the bus tomorrow morning.

"Good news, hon. Elon from Tesla Motors is sending someone over to pick up
the bus tomorrow morning. We have to call Mark and Deb to make
arrangements. But you know what this means, this means we can leave L.A.
sooner than we expected.

The phone rang again. This time it was the researcher from Ferguson's show.
She asked me about twenty generic questions and I filled her in. It was
quick and easy.

The phone immediately rang again. This time, it was Danny calling from New
York.

"Listen, Davy, I'm flying out to L.A. tomorrow. Warner's wants to have a
meeting on Friday with us and I want to discuss everything with you first.
I also have some papers for you and Amy to sign. I've been in contact with
her business people and we're all on the same page with everything. So,
what's your schedule like?"

"Let's see, tomorrow is Wednesday, right?"

"Last time I checked."

"Ok, tomorrow, Tesla is taking the bus for a couple of days to upgrade it.
Amy and I will be staying with the O'Flannerys. Tomorrow afternoon, I'm
taping the Craig Ferguson show. When are you flying in?"

"I'm landing late and so I'll go straight to the hotel. I'm staying at the
Beverly Wilshire...and I'm bringing Kathy...so I think it's safe to assume
that we'll meet up on Thursday. I'll call you when I get to the hotel,
okay?"

"Sure. I'm really looking forward to this."

"Yeah, me too. It's about time someone kicked their ass and it's even
better that the someone is us. And, by the way, I have a whole dossier
assembled on our Mr. Avinet. I've done my homework and a few calls."

"Gooood. That fuckhead was a godsend, wasn't he."

"More than you know. Okay then, I'll talk to you tomorrow night and fill
you in."

I called Mark immediately. "Listen, Mark. I'm thinking that we should be
doing "Breadbasket" on The Ferguson show and talking about the Food Pantry
Benefits."

"I like how you think. Gadd and Hillman are up for it. I asked Flaco, too.
I just loved it when we soloed together."

"I like the way you think, Mark." I told him about the bus plans and my
schedule over the next few days.

"Deb already has the room made up. She also said that she and Amy have
plans for us but I'm not scared. Are you?"

"Well, maybe a little." We laughed.

"So we'll do the soundcheck at five, the taping at seven and be home to
watch it. Very cool. What are you guys doing for dinner? Want to meet at
The Ivy?"

"No. I hate what Ralph Lauren did to my town, East Hampton, and I don't
want to make him wealthier. I don't patronize his places and I don't wear
his clothes. What else do you like? And, by the way, no sushi either. We
went to Nobu earlier."

"Man, you're tough. How about Mastro's in Beverly Hills. I like that place
- great steak."

"Excellent. I'm in the mood for meat."

"Let me make a reservation. We'll pick you up at seven, okay?

"Very okay I'll see you then." And we hung up.

"Amy, Mark and Deb are picking us up for dinner at seven. Mastro's in
Beverly Hills. Steak."

"That's good. I haven't had a really good steak in weeks."

I took Santo out for a walk. The rain had stopped but it was still overcast
although it was brighter and far less threatening. When we returned, Amy
was at the computer.

"I spoke to Deb and she said to get dressed up, this place is on the fancy
side. I just checked the menu too, and it's expensive."

"So what. Like my old man said, 'What the fuck, it's only a buck.' Not only
do we have it to spend it but I'm picking up the tab. I'm feeling euphoric
these days. And after we leave L.A., restaurant prices will go down
considerably. We're going to have costs when we start down the road again
and this summer, we're going to do lots of benefit work. But why worry? Not
only to we have lots of money but we're going to make lots more in the next
few months. Sorry if I sound a little lavish with our money but let's go a
little crazy. What the fuck..., right? What are we saving it for?"

"You're right. I don't know what it is, maybe my old life is in the back of
my mind. And I don't know why. It's old habits...hey, check this out."

She had YouTube up and the videos had gone viral. The benefit videos were
running about 250,000 a day and the Aspen video was up well over a million
views.

"Wow. Wow. Wow. I hate to sound like a money-grubbing fool, but if all this
interest in me can be converted into cash, what are you worrying about?"

"You're right. You're right. I'll stop it now and take a shower. I'm still
dripping from that great sex, you animal!"

"Look who's talking! Takes one to know one."

"Nyah, Nyah, Nyah." She said slipping into the shower.

I fixed Santo his grub and ripped up some chicken into it. I fixed a couple
of joints and sat back to get laid back.

When the shower turned off it was my turn and I walked in. Amy said that
she was going to look especially good tonight. I found that thought odd as
I've never seen this woman look anything less. I dried off and took some
extra time to rub some talcum powder into my crotch. When I walked out, Amy
was in her new lingerie set. A cream colored skirt made of soft leather sat
on the bed and a dark blue blouse to match her bra was on top of it.

I selected a pair of black slacks and a black cowboy-cut shirt to go under
a loose Tom Ford black jacket. I pulled out my black boots and gave them a
quick shine.

"You look hot, mister. Kind of reminds me of Johnny Cash."

"Yeah, it's my 'outlaw' look. And you look like dessert to me"

She put on her turquoise brooch and a set of diamond earrings. We looked at
each other and nodded approvingly. Mark and Deb pulled up and they looked
hot, too.

"Don't we look like a bunch of fucking stars? We look radiant!" said Mark.

"Aptly put," said Deb. "Especially after that interlude this afternoon!"

"You, too," shrieked Amy. "We steamed up the bus!"

I passed a joint to Mark as we stood around. Amy and Deb were giggling
privately and I asked them what the joke was. They both turned to us and
lifted their skirts.

"We're wearing our new lingerie!" they laughed.

I closed and locked up the bus and we headed off towards Beverly Hills for
dinner. Amy said that she'd read the menu and knew exactly what she was
going to order. Mark and I began to fight when I told him that I was
picking up the tab. I won.

Deb said, "You know, Mark and I had a bit of an argument today about how
much money we've been pissing away. As usual, Mark settled me down."

Mark jumped right in. "What are you worried about? I just got a soundtrack
offer this morning!"

"Davy and I went through the same discussion and the result was the same."

"Listen Amy, I thought about what you said and I decided that I'd be more
careful - but not stingy - from now on. I decided to only buy you small
diamonds."

"The hell you say, wise ass, no 'small' diamonds for me! I'm one classy
broad, you know, and I ain't cheap...or not that cheap! Actually, sometimes
I like being cheap."

The restaurant was as good as Mark said it was. Amy had a Shrimp Cocktail
appetizer set in dry ice and it made quite a presentation. I had my
favorite salad, a wedge of iceberg with bacon and blue cheese. I had a
Filet Mignon that melted in my mouth while Amy went for the porterhouse.
Our steaks were even better with the Joseph Phelps 2005 Insignia Cabernet.
When the check came, it was over $400.00. Was it worth it? Is any meal
worth that much? Well, for that moment, it was worth every penny. I tipped
well because the service was also superb. Amy tried to sneak a peek at the
bill but I wouldn't let her.

As we left the restaurant, a paparazzo approached us, camera flashing.
"Davy, look this way." We ignored him, as celebrities are supposed to do,
and got into the Caddy.

"Let's go for a nightcap,' suggested Mark. "We can go across the street to
the Beverly Hilton, or a few blocks down to the Tower, the Chateau Marmont,
ooh, how 'bout The Magic Castle? Let's go there."

"Yeah, let's do that. I love magic."

We drove to the castle in Hollywood Hills. We passed a little motel where I
once rented a room for a month while I was recording at Warner's. The motel
still looked the same and in need of a paint job. There was a line behind
the velvet rope as we pulled in. A valet took the car and ushered us in.
The reason for the line was because both Penn & Teller and Ricky Jay were
there that night. We sat by the bar and watched as Ricky sliced playing
cards in half from fifty feet away. It was great fun watching his show
while he kibitzed with Penn.

We stayed for over an hour as Jay's set ended and Penn Gillette bounded
onto the stage for an amusing face off with Jay. Gillette asked for a
volunteer from the audience and pointed right to Amy who refused to
participate. "No knives being thrown at me, thank you," she yelled. He
pointed to Deb who also shook him off and then selected a woman near the
front. He blindfolded her and from behind he pulled her bra off and waved
it at the crowd. Jay screamed "Fraud!" and reached behind Penn and
seemingly, pulled a bra off him to the roar of the audience. Penn shrugged
and sent the woman back into the audience. We left not long after that.

We piled back into the bus and lit up another bone. Mark and I took it with
us as we walked Santo. We agreed that Amy and I would drive over to their
place after the bus was picked up. From their house, we'd head to the TV
studio. They left and Amy and I agreed it was a great night and the Magic
Castle was the topper to a great meal. It was late so I turned on the TV in
the bedroom and we watched Craig Ferguson, just to pick up his vibe. It
seemed like it would be easy enough and I was not the least bit worried. We
fell out just as it ended.

The next morning, we were up at 7:30 and packed by 8:30. I cleaned out
everything we needed and packed up the Bentley, which fortunately had a
huge trunk and back seat. Santo had to sit under Amy's legs which he didn't
seem to mind. Elon and two assistants showed up at 9:30.

"You know, you can always come over to the showroom and pick up your stuff.
You didn't have to jam it all in the car. And anyway, I want to you come by
everyday so you can check our progress and approve the interior changes. If
you do that, I promise I'll have it back to you on Saturday."

"Sure, Elon, whatever you say." I introduced him to Amy.

"Elon, we really love this thing. Can you really make it better?"

"Amy, I promise you - you have my word - you will love this even more. What
do you say to an environmental bath instead of a shower. It's not only
nicer and more luxurious but it's more environmentally conscious. It's one
of Ed's great ideas. In fact, I may hire him on as an ecological advisor,
he's amazing."

"Yes, Elon, he really knows his stuff," I agreed. "What else can you tease
us with?"

"I'd rather surprise you but I'm pulling out the washer and dryer and
replacing them...how's about interior LEDs that change color according to
your mood...and a 60" HDTV? That's all I'm going to tell you now, you'll
have to wait. Amy, let me ask you something, do you like the fabric colors
as they are? Right now, they're kind of a nothing beige."

"I like earth tones," she said, "but you can add some variations to give
the interior some life."

"Good. I like earth tones, too, but I like them a bit warmer. We'll talk
tomorrow about this, all right? Now, I want to drive it back to the shop. I
haven't driven this since we first built it and I want to see what the
miles have done."

"Elon, I'm curious about something. Can you tell me why Ferrin gave it up?"

"Oh, sure. What I was told that he was uncomfortable driving such a beast.
He preferred his custom Hummer that pulled his custom Airstream. He shipped
them both to Africa where he's currently working. I'm glad that it ended up
with you guys, that makes me very pleased. I'm really proud of this project
even though I never really considered it finished...and I can't wait until
you see what we can do now. We'll talk tomorrow, my guys are waiting."

His assistant connected some computers and modules to some outlets in the
cockpit and we watched them drive off. Amy and I stopped at the trailer
park office and paid the bill. On the way over to the O'Flannery home, we
stopped for some flowers and another quick stop for some bagels, assorted
cream cheeses and smoked fish. Amy called Deb and told her that we were on
our way and to have coffee ready.

The CD player blared as we pulled into their driveway:

"Look at that mountain, Look at those trees
Look at that bum over there, man, He's down on his knees
Look at these women, There ain't nothin' like em nowhere
Century Boulevard (We love it)
Victory Boulevard (We love it)
Santa Monica Boulevard (We love it)
Sixth Street (We love it, we love it, we love it)
We love L.A."

"Ha, ha! Funny, man. Very funny!" Mark was loving my choice of music. "Do
you know Randy Newman?" he asked.

"I met him once a long time ago at a concert he did with Jackson and Bonnie
Raitt. I was when they were first coming up."

"Randy's one funny cat. He used to live over there before his divorce." He
pointed to a house on the opposite side of the canyon. "We had some fun
times."

We settled into the house and sat down for some bagels and lox. We talked a
little about the changes Elon was making and about our plans to leave once
the bus was done. Mark said that he had a gig up in San Francisco next
weekend so we could hook up there. After breakfast, we pulled out our
instruments and started to toss tunes around.

"You've got to do Amy's song again. Amy, get the lyrics." I fiddled around
with a melody line and worked out some of the chord changes with her. I
started to play as Amy sang.

"Call me on the telephone,
Pick a time when I'm home alone,
Put on your deepest baritone, and
Talk Dirty To Me.

Tell me your deepest hidden fantasies,
Describe a part of me you'd like to squeeze,
You raise my body heat by ten degrees when you
Talk Dirty To Me."

Mark added some cool fills and by the time we reached the end, Deb was in
tears. We applauded Amy and I said, "Tell me, how great is that?"

"Oh yeah, that one is a keeper. Audiences will love that. Nice going, Amy.
You two make some team! You should cut that ASAP. Maybe we'll sneak into a
studio in the next couple of days."

"Good idea, Mark. We really should."

We spent the rest of the morning laying around the pool and smoking dope. I
fell asleep for a little while and was awakened when Steve and Chris showed
up. Flaco showed up about a half hour later. We went over "Breadbasket" a
couple of times, nailing it each time. But each time we played it, Mark and
Flaco only got tighter. Mark made Amy sing "Talk Dirty To Me" for them and
now, with a chord chart, we nailed that one, too. Amy was thrilled when she
heard it with a full band. Mark asked if they would be willing to record it
some time in the next couple of days and Steve said, "Yeah, sure. Are you
going to go out on the road because I wouldn't mind joining you. I'n on
rthe beach for the next month."

Mark filled him in on some of the sketchy summer plans we had with Crosby,
Nash, Browne et al.

"Count me in," said Chris. "Graham already told me a little about it and
I'm pumped."

"How about you, Flaco? Are you into it?"

"Maybe for a few gigs but you know, I hate touring and anyway, I'm getting
too old for this shit and I haven't been feeling all that well lately."

Before we knew it, it was time to head to Studio City. It was not too far
north and Mark drove so it took no time. We were ushered in and parked
right next to the studio. There were fans out there waiting for us and we
signed a bunch of autographs. Amy recognized one of the fans as a friend
from Aspen and they hugged. I commented that everywhere we go, she seems to
bump into someone she knows. Not me. That rarely happens to me. Oh, I might
get recognized now and then but those people are fans, not old friends.
Maybe that's the wrong way to phrase that but I think you know what I mean.

Once inside the studio, it took no time to set up and take levels. We
played a couple of songs before a small audience and got the okay from the
director. We were escorted to the green room and told we'd go on after
Maggie and then I'd be escorted to the couch for the interview.

"Amy, how are you feeling? Comfortable?"

"I'm okay but just a little nervous. Linda told me to look at you and not
the cameras or the audience. I'm good. Don't worry, baby." and she kissed
me.

Maggie Gyllinhaal stopped by our dressing room and we exchanged warm
greetings. Naturally, Amy and Deb were all over her and her baby. Craig
came in a few minutes later and had us laughing. On the serious side, we
spoke about the L.A. Food Bank and about his work with the organization.

"The benefit was great but they wouldn't let me on stage. I'm not big
enough yet! I tried to get over to see you at the party but you were mobbed
and...I'm not big enough! Ha! Well, fuck you...for a good cause, I mean.
And I meant that in the best sense."

"Aw, come on, Craig."

"But hey, this show is for Friday, so when we talk, just make believe it's
Friday, okay. And don't worry about your language, we'll just bleep you
anyway."

The Floor Manager came by and said that it was show time. As Craig left we
wished him a great show. We dressed in our show clothes which were exactly
what we wore for the benefit...better to match to the YouTube videos. After
about an hour, we were called. Our stage was set during the break and we
took our places.

Craig got his cue and introduced us. "We have a treat for you tonight. You
know how I like to say that it's a great day for America? Well, last
weekend was truly a great day for America and for Los Angeles. There was a
benefit for the L.A. Food Bank, which we'll talk about later, but right
now, I want to introduce one of the highlights that night. Folks, this is a
super group - Mark O'Flannery, Flaco Jimenez, Chris Hillman, Amy Bieler and
Steve Gadd backing up a true legend. Ladies and Gentlemen, Davy Harper."
(applause)

"Every evening around six o'clock, we gather 'round the table,
Mom and Dad and Grampa, me and my sister, Mabel,
We fold our hands and thank the Lord,
For the meal we're about to share,
And vow to do what's right and do all that we are able."

>From the downbeat, we were in the pocket. Mark and Flaco danced the solo
and it sounded like pearls. Amy's high harmony couldn't be sweeter.

"It's up to us, the those-who-have
To fill the pantry shelves
With cans of food and healthy stuff,
It's how we help ourselves.

So pass the beans, pass them collared greens,
Pass the chicken and dumplings,
And please, please, please, before I blow a gasket,
Pass the juice, pass the butter,
And pass me that old bread basket."

Applause. "Davy Harper and Friends. We'll be right back...right after
this." and out.

The stage hands struck the set and it was about fifteen minutes before we
began to tape again. I was seated on the couch next to Craig's desk. I
asked him if Mark could join us and he agreed but Mark wouldn't do it
saying, "It's your moment, man. Enjoy it."

Cue Craig. "Welcome back. Did you remember to flush? Good. I'm here with
Davy Harper, a rare treat - someone who rarely appears on television. Davy,
let me say that you were great on Saturday night and that song is terrific.
I've heard it may become the theme song for the L.A. Food Bank."

"If that song can fill the shelves, I'm happy, Craig. All thanks to my
buddies, Mark O'Flannery, Steve Gadd, Chris Hillman, Flaco Jimenez, Ry
Cooder, Van Dyke Parks, Linda Ronstadt, Steve Martin, Ed Begley, Snoop
Dogg, Mr. Dylan and all the folks who made that show happen. Uh, Craig, can
I just add that the folks at home can help out by going to
lafightshunger.org or by going to their local food banks and pantries and
making donations. Bring sealed canned food. A little or a lot, it doesn't
matter, it all helps."

"Let me put that up on the screen. You naked people laying in bed at home,
move your feet apart and write it down! There's a food bank in your
neighborhood, check it out and do something.

"Yes, folks, to paraphrase John Lennon, 'Give Peas a chance'." The audience
groaned.

"Hey! What is this (oohlala)? I'm the funny guy here! It's a joke, it's a
joke. Davy, I want to talk about that web site with You and the Tube, if
you know what I mean...wink, wink...they don't advertise on this show so
why should I plug them."

"Well, Craig, I did a little show in Aspen about a little while back. Just
some friends and my partner, Amy, at the Woody Creek Tavern outside of
Aspen Colorado. Anyway, the next day, it was on the web, on YouTube and
it's really taken off. There are also clips of the benefit concert you can
check out on there, too."

"Aren't you angry that someone stole your show and put it on the web?"

"Why should I be mad? I'm tickled that people like the song. I get a kick
out of watching it, too. I'm not some music business weasel, you know, let
the music out, let it breathe."

"Do you have any plans to take to the road? I'm sure a lot of people around
the country...hell, around the world...would love to see you perform and
hear your music again."

"Welllll...I'm not at liberty to discuss this yet but I'll tease you
little..."

"I love being teased...go ahead, tease me, big boy!" he said mincingly.

"Right now, a traveling show is being planned to tour this summer. Some
very big names..like the biggest names in the biz...are planning to raise
awareness and maybe even some money for food banks around the country. See
the idea is - we hit your town and you bring cans of food and there are big
collection bins and then we leave and we hit the next town...something like
that..."

"But you won't give us any names..."

"It's not formalized yet but you'll know soon enough and I promise all of
you, this is the one show you'll want to see...we're bringing back the
Summer Of Love!"

"That's sounds great, Davy. You know, I missed the Summer Of Love the first
time it came around. I was just a wee laddie back in Scotland, wearing
short pants and too young to get really...well, you know what I mean...but
hey, I have something here for you. Let me explain to the viewers: when I
asked Davy to appear on the show, he made a totally outrageous demand. He
said he wanted to play with a puppet. Can you imagine that!...so here's a
puppet for you...his name is Stoner and he's a real cool cat...I think he's
actually supposed to be an alley cat...here's my puppet...he's a dog and
his name is Boner...Stoner and Boner, ya like that?...let's do a scene,
okay?"...(This is my dog accent) 'Hey dude...excuse my large privates,
would you...I really dig your music and always have. I got all your CDs."

"Far out, man...thanks...I wish I got some royalties from the sales...want
to get high?"

"Sure! Whatcha got? Heh Heh."

"Well, come on down when the Food Pantry Cavalcade of Stars comes to your
town and the music will make you high, high, high. Here, try some of
this..."

Applause and laughter. "Thank you, Day Harper, ladies and gentlemen...be on
the lookout this summer and..."

"Bring cans of food to the show. Do the right thing. Let's help out all our
brothers and sisters."

Applause. "Thank you, Davy. Good night everyone, see you next week."

Applause. Theme music. Credits. And out. Lights down.

"That was great, Davy. That worked out great."

"Thanks, Craig. I think it turned out real good. Thanks for giving me the
opportunity to pitch. I think I got everything in."

We walked backstage and got a nice round of applause from the gang. I
thanked them all for helping me and they all said they would see me at the
studio. I also went to pay them for their work but they sussed me and
offered to donate it to the Food Bank. And, oh yeah, Amy gave me a big hug.

"I can't wait to see this on TV. Tomorrow, we have to call everybody."

We headed back to their house and I was starting to deflate. Mark stopped
to pick up some Chinese food. As soon as we returned, We munched on some
egg rolls and dim sum. I stripped down and hit the hot tub. Mark joined me
with his bong.

"You did well, tonight, man. And we rocked."

"You da man, Mark. I can't thank you enough for getting the band together."

"Fuck that. They wanted to do it. You did a world of good tonight. I thank
you."

Amy and Deb joined us in the tub and we sat around reveling. I stood up to
get a wine refill and Deb screamed, "You're shaved! You shaved your nuts!"

We laughed and Amy said, "Yes, we did each other this morning. I love the
way it feels and there's no picking hair from my teeth!"

"I have to feel that. Come here and let me feel you, Davy." Her small hands
cupped my balls in her palm. She stroked her hands all around my crotch and
touched everywhere I'd shaved. "Oh, this is nice, They feel so nice and
soft."

"Deb, they're even better in your mouth," said Amy as she watched closely.
She lifted my dick so Deb could have access as my balls got a nice tongue
bath. I smiled and thanked her and then sat back down in the tub.

"Mark, will you let me shave your balls?"

"I don't know about this, Deb. I like my balls the way they are...and you
never complained before."

"Stand up and let me see them. Show them to Amy." The girls felt and
bobbled his balls in their hands. "These are nice balls but they just don't
feel as soft and as fun as Davy's. Come over here, Davy. Feel his balls,
Mark, and tell me that isn't so cool."

Mark felt my sac and ran both his hands around. "Yes, I admit that they
feel nice. I'll think about it, all right?"

I sat back down. "I'll tell you what I like the most about being shaved. I
like the feeling of rubbing against Amy's vagina. Maybe it's psychological
or maybe it's the lack of hair but I feel closer and tighter, especially at
the base of my dick. It feels nice."

"Let's see how you feel about that when they itch, buddy."

"Chauvinist!," cried Amy. "It's okay for us but not for you, huh? When it
itches, I'll rub lotion all over it and it will feel fine...just like we
do."

I enjoyed all the give and take but I was in my post-performance crash and
I was sinking lower in the tub as my eyes slowly closed.

"Uh-oh. My honey is about to drown. Come on, Davy, let me tuck you in. Come
on, big guy, come on. I'll be right back, don't go anywhere."

I grabbed one more toke as she led me toward the guest quarters. Santo
followed us. She tucked me into the king-sized bed and kissed me gently. "I
love you, Davy Harper." Santo jumped onto the bed and curled up at my feet.
Within minutes, I was out cold and in sweet dreamland.

The next morning, I bounced out of bed. Standing by the picture windows, I
took in the radiant sunshine and the amazing view. Mark was swimming laps
and I walked out onto the deck and dove in.

"You missed the fun last night. We sat around stoned and told stories and
laughed a lot. Those two are intent on shaving me...or at least trimming
me. I think I'll let them play with me tonight."

"Somehow, I knew you'd give in. Believe me, Mark, it feels great from this
side, too. And don't worry, it won't hurt and they won't slip."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"Davy," Amy called from the kitchen, "coffee's ready." I pulled myself out
of the pool, toweled off and went inside as Mark continued to swim.

"Girls, I think you've convinced him. I think he's going to let you trim
his shrubbery tonight."

"Yippee," said Deb. "I think that tonight, Amy and I are going to show you
guys the other stuff we bought." She brought her hand to my balls and
gently fondled them. "And you are going to love it. I promise."

I smiled at her. I liked her exuberance. I wrapped the towel around myself
and sat down for my coffee and toasted rye bagel with cream cheese.

"Davy, Danny called late last night. He said his flight was delayed and was
worried that he missed Craig's show. I filed him in and he said he'd call
us when he and Kathy woke up. I'm guessing that his wife doesn't know a
thing about Kathy, right?"

"Maybe, maybe not. She probably doesn't care. Danny's wife, Irene, is a
real drip, and a gold digger - a piece of shit. They had kids and moved
apart soon after. She lives in Florida now and won't divorce him. He
doesn't care. He says, "Either way, I have to pay her. At least she's a tax
deduction this way." Whatever works, I guess. Even their kids don't like
her. He and Kathy have had a thing for years ever since her husband died in
a car accident. They are very close in his business, as well. Like I said -
whatever works. Any plans for today?"

"Deb and I were thinking of playing some tennis this afternoon. Other than
checking out what Elon is up to and meeting with Danny, nothing else.
...Oh, yeah...and we also have to email the world about the show tomorrow
night."

"Maybe we'll visit my friend Elaine. She has a tennis court. You'll like
her."

Santo was soaking up the sun. Marion and Orson slept by his side and they
all looked happy. I sipped my coffee and listened to the girls jabber away.
I headed back to our room to hit the bathroom. I also wanted to check my
email.

I got a nice note from Craig saying how well the show went. Another email
from Flaco thanking me for a good time. One from my daughter. One from my
sister. a few "grow-your-penis" junk. Danny called me and asked where I was
and did I want to met them for breakfast. I told him that I'd already had
breakfast and that they should have breakfast in bed and then call me back
so I could give him directions to Mark's house. I proceeded to email all my
friends and family about Craig's show. I called my daughter, my sister,
even the nurse at my mother's Alzheimer's home in Florida. About an hour
later, Danny called and said they'd be over in a few minutes. I walked out
to tell Mark as he was walking out to see me.

"I have a studio for you at four this afternoon. Steve, Chris and Flaco
will be there. Flaco asked if he could call Van Dyke and I said yes. We're
good to go."

"That's great, Mark.  You know I haven't been in a studio in a long time
but I like to record live with a minimum of dubs. I'd like to do three
demos: "Breadbasket," "...Key of Me" and Amy's song. I can make some dupes
and give them to Danny to copyright. I don't want to put these out, except
maybe to give "Breadbasket" to the Food Bank with a provision to allow
other food banks to use it. I'll give them the royalties, too. But I want
to pay all the musicians, including you. Give me a number and I'll pay them
all cash."

"I appreciate the offer but I won't take your money and neither will the
other guys." He put his arm over my shoulder. "Listen Davy, I've spoken to
them and what you don't seem to understand is that your success means a lot
to us. We all know what the business did to you and we know how hard you
fought back but we also realize that it wasn't enough and they buried you.
You inspired us then and now that you've returned from the dead to inspire
us again. We all have a vested interest in you because you are us. Don't
you see that? So thanks but no thanks."

Tears welled up in my eyes. I was quite shaken by what he said and I began
to cry. I really had no idea that I'd ever made any impact on anybody, let
alone my peers or my idols. Mark and I hugged. I felt more resolved than
ever before to destroy the music companies that had stolen my youth and my
altruism, who left me to wallow in purgatory while they laughed at me and
profited off me. I felt the anger at my ex and her family and how they
debased me constantly over my career. At that moment, I understood that my
career and my art wasn't just some youthful spree. I always thought I was
alone and I never saw the crowd around me. I felt ashamed but I also felt
redeemed.

I heard sounds in the house. Danny and Kathy had arrived and Amy and Deb
were introducing themselves. I collected myself and wiped off my eyes.

"Thank you, Mark. You can never ever understand how much that meant to me.
I will never forget it. I love you, my friend."

"I know. I know. Now let's meet Danny and hear the game plan. Tomorrow is
Armageddon."

They came out onto the deck and one look from Amy told me that she knew
something very heavy had just gone down between Mark and myself. I smiled
at her and greeted Danny.

"Davy, my friend. You look better than I've seen you look in years. I guess
I should thank Amy for that." I hugged Danny and turned to hug Kathy.

"Kathy, how long has it been? The two of you look wonderful."

"Quiet, Davy. Irene will hear you!" I introduced him to Mark and he began
to compliment him. Same old Danny, effusive and warm. He and Kathy were
still two little pudgeballs, like two peas in a pod. And he was still the
same hamish New Yorker.

"Mark, this is some nice spread. What a beautiful view. And nobody deserves
it more than you. Good for you."

"Why don't all of you come into the living room. I'll make some more
coffee." Deb pointed the way as we sat down around the room. Danny fixed
himself a half a bagel.

"First thing, Davy, I brought you some presents. Manny's closed their doors
but I bought you a box of your favorite picks. Here." I smiled and laughed
inside. "And this is from Emma who told me to tell you how proud she is of
her dad." He handed me a bakery box tied with string. I opened it up to
reveal a half dozen Yonah Schimmel Potato Knishes from Delancey Street.

"My favorite." I showed them off and Amy put them in the fridge for later.

"Amy, Mark got us studio time at four with the A-Team."

"Maybe tennis is for tomorrow, then. Is that okay, Deb?" Deb shrugged as if
to say 'who cares'.

"Davy, you have no idea how glad I am that you're writing and singing
again. I always knew this day would come and I am so proud and happy for
you. Everything that went before is leading up to now, you know. I mean,
look what happens - you sing in Aspen, someone videos it and next thing you
know, the whole world wants it. I bumped into Chuck D the other day on 8th
Avenue and he just looked at me and said, "What goes around comes around.
You tell my pal Davy Harper we're all rooting for him."

"Chuck is a good man. Oh, and by the way, Bob Dylan gave you props a couple
of nights ago."

"Did he? He still remembers? How nice of him. But enough of that, we have
business to attend to. First off, I have to have you two sign some
partnership papers. Davy, your signature is in the blue flags and Amy, you
sign where the green flags are, ok. This one first...good...now this one..."

"Shouldn't we be reading these first?" asked Amy.

"Sure if you want to but I have copies of everything for you. I put these
together with your guys in Aspen. If there's anything you don't like, we'll
rip these up and amend them."

"Amy," I said, "I trust Danny implicitly. He's the very best at what he
does and I know that he'd never do anything to harm me. You can trust him,
too."

"Ok, if you say he's good, he's good. But I still want to go over them
later with you. I actually like to read the details. Now, where do I sign."

"Over here...over here on this one and over here. That's the last one,
right Kathy?" Kathy nodded and collected the paperwork. She put them in
separate envelopes and handed one set to Amy.

Danny continued, "That's all done. Good. Das es alles. Now here's my
analysis of tomorrow's meeting and forgive me but this has been rolling
through my mind for a few weeks now." Kathy handed him a folder and,
putting on his bifocals, he glanced through it. "Uh, huh. Uh, huh. Okay.
Now look, Warner's is going to try to play fast and loose because they
don't know any other way. It's their culture. They're going to talk about
how great it is to have you back in the family and all the rest of that
bullshit. When they discover that you don't want to be back in their house,
they're going to make offers and sweet talk you. At that point, we lay it
down on the table - but not all our cards. We tell them that we want all
the masters, all the cover art, all the publishing rights - you know, the
whole nine yards, if I might use a garment district saying..."

"Wait a second, Danny, I thought that was a football saying," interrupted
Amy.

"No. It actually goes back to the garment district in New York. I come from
a family of tailors. Nine yards is a bolt of fabric and the dealers would
use one yard as a sample to go around to the clothing houses to sell..."

"Danny, explain later. Sorry, Amy, he gets distracted," interrupted Kathy.

"So as I was saying, we tell them what we want from them and we want it
immediately. No negotiations. Period. End of Story. They'll fight and
threaten. We tell them that we still have all the old contracts and we want
a full accounting by Lewis and Spergal as well as a BMI and ASCAP report.
The contracts went void in 1990 and you've never received a penny on
anything, let alone royalties. I have here two letters, one from Charley
Rangel and one from Chuck Schumer, both suggesting that they want to open
hearings on corporate mismanagement in the music industry. They'll
pooh-pooh that and suggest how much help they can offer you in the future.
We tell them that, as a sign of good faith, they hand over $12,000,000
dollars in past earnings and maybe, just maybe, we'll consider
negotiations. They'll laugh at us and tell us that we still owe them money
that they expended forty years ago. At this point, we get up to leave and
drop the dime. We tell them that their boy, Tom Avinet, is spilling his
guts to the D.A. and we know for a fact their record of extortion as well
as the mob connections. Not only with you but with other artists. We've
already turned the info over to the FBI who now has Avinet singing like a
bird. We tell them that when we leave their office, we're giving the story
to the press. They will threaten us and, at that point I will make a phone
call to Robert Mueller in Washington who is expecting my call. I'll put him
on speaker and let him read them the riot act. I guarantee that we will
never make it to the elevator before they hand us a check and an agreement.
That's how I read this."

"Whew!" I shook my head. "Do you really think it will go down like this?"

"Have I ever been wrong about shit like this? Remember what went down with
Paul Simon and Columbia or Billy Joel and Columbia. Those shmucks ended up
selling everything to Sony just to stay out of jail. This is dime-story
novel crap. They don't know any other way. They wrote the script and
they're going to get hung by it."

"Danny, I think you're right. You have them by the balls. Avinet was the
smoking gun."

"They've been too cocky for too long. They'll make the deal and then tell
you that you'll never work in this town again. They just don't realize that
their reign is over. You're going to open up the floodgates, Davy. And,
really, what have we got to lose? Your career is exploding in front of
them, without their support and without their control. They want in and
they're desperate. But it doesn't matter, they'll all be on line at the
Food Banks soon enough. Let's give them the push. I say, fuck 'em. Welcome
to the twenty-first century, cocksuckers. Pardon my french, ladies."

"Let's do it. I'm ready. I know the script - I've been reading it for years
waiting for the curtain to go up. I used to go to sleep dreaming it. I'm
ready."

"Good. And when it's over, just for good measure, we'll leak the story
anyway. Fuck 'em."

Amy raised her coffee cup, "Let's get 'em. The champagne is on ice!"

I sat back and caught my breath. I looked at Mark and nodded. He
understood. Just then, my phone rang. It was Elon asking if we could come
over in about an hour. I suggested that Danny and Kathy might want to come
with us and they eagerly agreed. Outside, I appeared very calm and steady
but I wasn't fooling anyone.

An hour later, Elon was taking us through the bus which was mostly ripped
apart. He explained the alterations in the newer, updated mechanics and
then discussed the interior design elements with Amy, who selected fabrics
and leathers. Danny, Kathy and I looked at the components sitting next to
the bus: the new shower, the new TVs, the Mark Levinson speakers, the new
washer and dryer. Several very large pieces were under wraps and Elon would
not tell me what they were saying that it was a surprise. Ed drove up in
his electric car. He had a sheaf of paper in his hand and he handed Elon
several boxes of Begley's Best Environmental Cleaner. Ed and Elon huddled
in a corner and Elon was nodding his head in agreement.

"Davy, you're going to revolutionize the RV business. You going to breath
new life into them!" I hugged Ed and introduced him to Danny and Kathy. "If
I may be so bold..." He leaned over and gave Amy a kiss.

"Davy, hooking me up with Ed is one of the best moves I've ever made. This
guy sees further into the future than I do!" Elon slapped Ed on the back.
"You folks are done here. Amy has made some choices. I'll see you again
tomorrow, okay? And by the way, although you can't tell by the way it
looks, we're ahead of schedule."

On the way back to Mark's, I stopped at Nate 'n Al's for some deli.
Stuffing boxes into the trunk, he drove away drooling. Once in the house,
Deb heated up the knishes in the oven.

"Where's Mark, Deb?"

"Oh, he ran out to take care of a few things and said he's be back in a
few. He left these for you," she pointed to a bunch of rolled fatties on
the table. "What did you get, Davy?"

I began to pull out pastrami sandwiches, corned beef sandwiches, brisket
sandwiches, half-sour pickles, potato salad, stuffed cabbage, kasha
varnishkas, kishka, and for Danny, a corned beef and tongue sandwich.
"Okay, so it ain't Katz's but it's maybe the best L.A. has to offer."

Kathy was already toking up while Danny's eyes were bugging out at the
array of food. Mark came bounding in, "What's that I smell? Is that corned
beef? Wow. Stuffed cabbage?"

"Jesus, Mark, you are so Irish! They're called Glumpkies...with raisins.
Damn!" We had a great lunch, full of laughter, camaraderie and belching.
The knishes were as delicious as I remembered them and I described the
dumbwaiter at Yonah Schimmel's that brings them up from the basement knish
factory kitchen. After a while, Mark said it was time to go to the studio.
We packed our axes and everyone climbed in cars. We followed Mark to
Shangrila in Malibu, in a secret location, where Steve, Chris and Van Dyke
were already set up and waiting.

"Davy, I brought you a surprise." He motioned me into the studio control
room where John Sebastian was sitting with Linda Ronstadt, Karla Bonoff,
Jimmy Buffett and David Hidalgo. "I wouldn't miss this for the world, my
old friend," said John with his beatific smile. Mark said that Flaco called
and apologized for not making the session but he wasn't feeling well so I
called David who jumped at it."

Surrounded by these wonderful people, I laid out what I wanted to do.
"Listen, my friends, I want to make this short and painless for everyone.
I've always liked to record live with a minimum of dubs. If it's right the
first time, why bother putzing around with it. We can add the vocals after
if you like. If you think we can do better, we can do it again. I'm loose
and I like everyone else to be loose, too. I want to do three songs like
we're on stage doing a gig. First one is a song Amy wrote yesterday called
"Talk Dirty to Me." Next one is "In the Key of Me" (The Aspen Song), and
then "Breadbasket." Here are the lead sheets and I'll run you through them,
okay. Danny and Kathy, you sit in the control room but we may need you
later in the chorus. Oh, and there's one more thing. I want to pay you all
for helping me to this."

They all started to say no and shush me but I continued. "No, I insist. I
owe all of you. If you won't take cash then I will find a way to repay you
all, I swear it. Whatever you ask, I'll do."

They all shushed me but I pulled Amy up to the mic and ran down her song.
Everyone loved it immediately and an arrangement was quickly developed. Van
Dyke played a Jelly Roll Morton type of barrelhouse. Mark and David worked
out a break with a opening for John to take it out. We recorded it in three
takes. Linda and Karla raced into the studio to hug Amy and insist that
they needed to do their backup vocals immediately. As I listened to it in
the control room, I was beaming. It was letter perfect. Amy even added a
sultry giggle at the very end.

We then developed "In the Key of Me" and this arrangement was set up by
Mark. He had Steve lay down a beat not unlike the one we played at the Spa
concert, minimal but with a kick. John immediately knew where to go and
David played a somber countermelody under Mark's violin. Van Dyke felt that
he should not play on it because he heard the song as something fragile,
woody and airy. Chris played string bass and gave the song it's earthiness.
Jimmy and I worked out a simple, laid back harmony with Amy on the high
part. I let Jimmy take the second verse solo. We did the song in one take
and I said, "That's it!" Nobody agreed, everyone had an opinion but on
playback, we all smiled and nodded. I was right. One take.

"Breadbasket" took on another life. Van Dyke created a rolling arrangement
that was at once dense and intricate but also full of space. It was as if
you could walk between the instruments. We expanded the song so that
everyone had a solo part a la "We Are The World." It took us five takes and
several solo overdubs before we got to the vocals. They took another three
takes before we listened back. Van Dyke heard a coda with Linda, Amy, Karla
and Kathy singing one part as Jimmy, John, David, and Danny sang another. I
riffed my part over both parts and it fit like a kid glove. It was clearly
a moment of magic as Van Dyke conducted us. We added one more part as Steve
Gadd laid down a funky percussion bottom. On playback, we applauded. I was
very, very happy with the results.

"Okay, let's pack it up and get out of here. Is anyone hungry? Straight?
Anyone want to rip the roof off some dump?"

"No," said Deb, "Let's go back to our place. I have a ton of great
leftovers. Come on, let's have a party."

Everyone piled into cars and headed off to Mark's. I called Elon to see if
he wanted to come over and he said that he and Ed were still at the shop
but would take a break and stop by. Ed said he's pick up his wife and meet
us. I stuck around to get the masters and the dupes. I paid the engineer
two thousand dollars in cash and I thought I should pay him more but Danny
wouldn't allow it.

"But Danny, this is Bob Dylan's studio. Robbie Robertson's studio. The Band
recorded here. Clapton. The Wilburys..."

"And now, Davy Harper. Good company, my friend."

We got to Mark's place and he immediately put the dupes on his deck and
started to burn some CDs. Listening to it in his music room made it sound
even better, if that was possible. Mark made 5 copies, numbered them and
gave them to me. He packed up the masters and the dupes and gave them to
Danny. I gave CDs to Mark, to Danny, to Jimmy and to Van Dyke, keeping one
for myself. Mark said that I had to have more than one and burned a couple
more, adding one extra for the Food Bank. He promised Danny he would wait
until the copyright was complete.

The party was in full swing as wives, girlfriends, husbands, boyfriends and
significant others arrived. Deb was right as there was plenty of food
(leftover ribs, chinese and deli), drink and smoke to satisfy everyone.
Elon talked cars and Ed talked green. Everyone else talked music. A
wonderful time was had by all and as they all filtered out, they wished us
well on our trip and the Ferguson show. I had a notebook full of dates to
meet up with most of them at different venues and I relished the thought of
playing gigs with Los Lobos in Denver, with John Sebastian in Berkeley and
with Jimmy back in Amagansett for the Wounded War Veterans Brigade at the
end of the summer. These were dates I would keep.

Finally, the four of us were alone, all crashed out in their bedroom, still
high from the session. There were so many ideas thrown around that Amy had
written many of them down on a legal pad; ideas about marketing, ideas
about sales, ideas about performing, you name it. I was thinking about
making a videos for Amy's song and the other two. These were all ideas we
would have to sleep on. Deb, on the other hand, had other ideas.

"I wanna play with Davy's balls!" she declared out of the blue.

"I hope not soccer or kickball!" cried Amy.

"How about ping pong?" asked Mark.

I snorted. "I'll tell you what you can do, Deb, you can apply some lotion
to them, okay?"

She reached into her night table and pulled out some Johnson's Baby Oil.
Amy was next to her and, looking into the drawer, she said, "Well, what
have we here?" She took out several vibrators, a pair of nipple clamps and
a medium-sized strap on. Holding the strap-on, she looked at Mark and
smiled.

"Mark, I didn't know. May I fuck your man pussy? Or Deb, would you fuck me?
Oooh, now there's an idea."

"First things first and let's see where it leads," said Deb. She slid my
shorts down and began to softly rub lotion onto my balls. Her small hands
caressed and fondled them as the other's watched. She applied some lotion
to my pubes and then around the stem, under the balls and around my
asshole, lightly pushing her finger around the sphincter. "Maybe I want to
fuck Davy."

Amy pulled off her t-shirt and attached the nipple clamps. They had a small
interior layer of padding but still she winced once they were attached. She
reached into the night table and pulled out a bag. "Here's some of the
other things we bought on our shopping spree. Wanna see?" She took out a
small vibrating egg, a butterfly vibrator and a tube of heat-sensitive
raspberry flavored lotion. She turned to Mark and slid his shorts down.
"Heh, heh, heh," she said wickedly. "Look at these hairy balls! I think we
should mow this mat. What do you say, Mark?"

"Okay. But, please be gentle with me."

"Oh, but of course, my dear." She sat up and began to kiss him. Deb went
into the bathroom and returned with shaving cream, a razor, a scissors and
some towels. Mark laid his ass on the towels and spread his legs, knees up,
as Amy began to clip the hair on his testicles. I moved closer and reached
over to hold his dick back as Deb applied the shaving cream. Together, the
girls began to remove the hair. "That tickles," said Mark as I felt his
cock grow under my palm. Mark reached over to feel my hairless balls. In a
few minutes, they were done and Deb took a warm, damp wash cloth to clean
him.

"I love it, " she declared. "They are so nice." The three of us felt and
caressed his sac and he sighed in pleasure. While I stroked his dick, the
girls licked and kissed his sac, sometimes rolling his balls in their
mouth. He was hard in my hand.

Amy and Deb moved to the side to watch me jerk him. Knowing I had an
audience, I leaned over and licked his shaft making sure to lave his nuts.
I took the fat head and sucked it in causing him to groan. I heard Amy sigh
and the sound of buzzing. I looked over to see Amy rubbing the egg over and
into Deb's puss as Deb tugged on the nipple clamps. Mark leaned to his side
and took me into his mouth. We began to sixty-nine but very slowly and
gently.

"Let's watch them, Amy," whispered Deb. "Put on a show for us, boys. I want
to see you both swallow cum." The girls sat around us, encouraging us and
complimenting our oral techniques. They played with our balls, sometimes
licking them and sometimes buzzing vibrators over them. This induced some
heavy cock sucking from us and we got into a rhythm. Some noise distracted
me for a moment until I saw that Deb was now wearing the strap-on.
Positioning herself behind Mark, I watched as she slid the thin rubber cock
into Mark's ass and began to fuck him in our rhythm. Amy was licking my
nuts and sharing my cock with Mark, her finger was deep inside my hole
tickling my prostate. Mark rolled over atop of me to give Deb deeper
access. His position allowed me to deep throat his cock and Deb's rhythmic
fucking forced him to slide in and out. His cock was thick and it filled my
lips. I felt him jerk and was rewarded with a few drops of pre-cum which I
rolled around his helmet. My cock responded similarly. Mark was an
excellent cocksucker. We were all very much into it and the only sounds
were those of pleasure.

"Mark, I'm going to cum," I said, "I can't hold on much longer." This only
increased everyone's motion. "Me, too," he mumbled, mouth full of my dick.
His sliding on me increased as on an upstroke, he peaked and began shooting
globs of semen down my throat. It filled me as I tried to swallow it all
but I could not and cum flooded out along my face. Deb slowly withdrew the
dildo and leaned over to lick my face and his balls. Amy's finger pressed
down on my gland and I began to shoot my spunk. Mark increased his suction
on the head and sucked as much out of me as he could until Amy joined him
for the remaining drops. She squeezed my dick to get it all and we lay
there exhausted and spent.

"That was beautiful," sighed Deb. "...so funckin' hot. I am so wet!"

"Yeah, thanks, Davy. That was great," sighed Mark.

"It was nice," I said, "...and very, very sensual. I feel great right now."

I rolled away and sat up next to him, the two of us bolstered by pillows.
Mark lit a bowl and passed it to me. Deb took the damp washcloth and
cleaned of the dildo. She took it out of the strap-on and replaced it with
a longer, fatter cock. Mark and I sat quietly and smoked as we watched the
girls begin to make out. Their relative sizes - Amy taller than Deb - fit
into each other as their tongues played and their hands ran along their
tits, gently tugging the clamps and pulling at nipples. Deb slowly slid
down and began to lick Amy's pussy, lubricating her with lots of dripping
saliva. She moved between her legs and holding Amy's lips apart, she slid
the strap-on into her. They began a slow fuck dance as Amy sucked in the
cock and Deb plunged it in and out to the hilt. Their mouths kissed
feverishly. Amy's hands pulled at Deb's butt and they fucked slowly and
deliberately. The strap-on brace held clit nubs which forced Deb to plunge
into Amy and roll her hips into the nubs. Mark and I watched their show
intently as we continued to pass the pipe back and forth getting a wicked
high.

Amy started to hump and arch into Deb and they picked up the pace. "Oh,
yes. Oh, yes. Right there, Deb...oooh, right there." They were both fucking
furiously now and moaning, squealing, grunting and loving it. Amy's knees
were spread wide as she took all of it in. One hand was on Deb's butt and
the other was between their pussies, pushing the nubs against Deb. "You're
making me...cummmmm...ah, ah....yesssssssss." Deb pulled at the clamps
which served to drive Amy wild, thrashing against each other. "Oh
God...yesssssssss/ ...uh...uh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Oh, Amy, Amy, Amy...my cunt... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk." Deb collapsed upon Amy
and, bathed in sweat, they lay together, dildo still deep inside.

Mark and I began to lick and massage our women. We held each other tightly
and fell asleep that way. Sometime later, deep in the night, I felt my nuts
being licked. I awoke slowly as I felt myself stiffen. When I was
sufficiently hard, I opened my eyes to see who it was and watched as Deb,
with her nipples clamped, mounted me.

"Shh. Don't move. I want to fuck you...quietly," she whispered. I placed my
hands on her small hips and let her ride me with a long slide up and a fast
push down. She did this for about ten minutes until I felt her thick syrup
flush out of her and onto me. I didn't cum but I stayed hard as she
dismounted and sucked on my cock. I softened and fell back to sleep with
her nestled under my arm and against my chest.

I awaked in the morning light feeling the bed shaking. I looked over to see
Mark and Amy in the couple's position. Amy was feeding her tits to Mark and
they slowly fucked. Mark was cumming in her as Amy pulled them closer. When
he was done, she pushed him onto his back and positioned her snatch over
his mouth. I watched as his milky seed dripped out of her into his mouth
and then as she lowered herself on to his tongue. He brought her off
quickly and she lay down over him cleaning his cock. They both looked over
to me and smiled and I smiled back. We lay quietly for a while. This was
indeed a night of gourmet fucking, very warm, very loving, exotic and
sensual...not to mention satisfying.

The girls showered off first. Davy asked me if I was prepared to do battle
today and I told him that I was as ready as ever.

"I know you are, man, and my spirit is with you today. I love our
friendship." He kissed me on my temple and I felt centered and at peace.

I stepped into the shower next as the ladies put up coffee. It was nine
o'clock when Danny called to say we were due at the meeting at eleven. He
said he would pick me up. An hour and a half later, he and Kathy pulled up
and honked. I got into the back seat.

"I like the way you dressed today. It shows them no respect." While Danny
was dressed in a tailored business suit, I was in my jeans, t-shirt and
faded work shirt. I was glad that Danny noticed my deliberate fashion
sense. We pulled off the Ventura Freeway into the Warners/Reprise lot
suitably situated near Forest Lawn Cemetery. We punched fists as we got out
of the car.

We signed in and were escorted to the meeting room where a team of six
suits awaited us. The table had a layout of coffee and croissants which we
ignored. Danny and I sat at the head of the table with Kathy at his side.
She opened her case and set out an array of folders.

"Danny, it's good to see you again. How's Irene?" asked the head suit. I
could feel Danny's eyes roll upside his head. He didn't answer and the
silence was deadly. Already, I liked the way this meeting was starting.

"Davy, welcome back to the lot. We've missed you. Hey, those YouTube videos
are superb, it's really growing your audience. Our people here did a whole
lot of twittering and email blasts to get it to viral. (I like how this
prick was taking credit for something of which he had no control. Typical
bullshit. Asshole!) We have some big plans and I'd like to outline them for
you." Thus began the dog and pony show. As each new plan was offered, a
Powerpoint presentation filled the screen behind the Head Suit and a
different flunky made the presentation for each bullet point. Personally, I
hate PowerPoint. They bore the shit out of me. Needless to say, my mind
frequently wandered.

Danny and I said nothing as they continued. Forty-five minutes later, it
was over and the Head Suit asked our feelings about the presentation.

Danny took his time considering the question and answered quietly, forcing
the suits to lean in to hear his response. "You ask what our feelings are
and I can safely say that we have none.  To begin with, we do not
appreciate you taking any credit for the success of the YouTube videos. My
instincts tell me that you probably didn't know about the YouTube videos
until they had gone viral. Historically, you guys are the last to know
anything." Head Suit started to say something but Danny waved him off. "Our
turn, now. You bored the shit out of us for forty-five minutes and now it's
our turn to speak. You want to know how we feel about your dog-and-pony
show? Frankly, I think this presentation should have been made about forty
years ago. But enough of this chazerai, let's talk about the last forty
years before we look toward the future. Davy lost his stable and lucrative
career because you would not renew his contract but you held him bound to
material stipulations that were tantamount to slavery. You've never paid
him any of the money you've earned from his assets, even though you
released his music in repackages and licensed his music to film and
commercials without his approval...and you prevented him from utilizing his
earning power. How do you address that?"

Head Suit opened a folder and began to read the terms of the old contract.
"We followed the stipulations here and agreed to and signed by Davy and
former officers of the corporation. We just followed the contract. We are
willing to amend and reward Davy in our new agreement but you must remember
that he is still bound by some of the old terms which still exist past the
termination of the last contract in 1990. Also, our accounting clearly
shows that moneys expended by us were never recouped. We consider that debt
still unpaid. But we are willing to overlook these stipulations so as to
move forward to develop a new and more lucrative partnership for all
parties. Still, you must understand that we are taking a very large risk."

"Lucrative for whom? For which party? Be specific!" asked Danny in a
slightly higher volume with a distinct sarcastic overtone. "Your old
contract was, in some ways, duplicitous and disingenuous. For example, here
on page fourteen, item four, it states that your annual accounting is to be
paid for by Davy and added to his debt. Your accounting was, and has never
been, accurate or reliable. Playing with creatively invented numbers does
not make for credibility. Our accounting, based upon ASCAP and RIAA numbers
reveals an entirely different set of facts. Don't play these games with us.
Let's get real, if you don't mind."

"Danny, we will be glad to look into these numbers again but you understand
that many years have passed and our records do not go that far back any
more. How do you suggest we approach this problem?"

"My suggestion is obviously that you toss them out. They were fabricated
numbers to begin with. They are worthless, meaningless and fraudulent and
you know it. But let's stop with these red herrings and get down to meat
and potatoes. We're here to hear your offer so come on, what do you have?"

"Look, while we appreciate Davy's work as well as his back catalog, in all
honesty, he is not a commodity in this current culture. How can we value
his worth and current potential? I think that our presentation shows that
we are willing to take a chance on whatever future he may have. But again,
I remind you that we are the ones taking a risk."

Danny thought for a few moments before he began to address them. Now his
voice was a little stronger and firmer and the suits seemed to back off
into their seats. "So if I understand what you are saying, you're kind of
lukewarm about Davy regardless of his recent and I might add, successful
productivity and increasing marketability. In that case, it makes this
meeting very easy." His volume rose. "I'll make it simple for you. We don't
want you to risk anything. We want all of Davy's catalog - the masters, the
art, the whole package - and we want it turned over immediately. We want
all contracts declared null and all succeeding material stipulations
voided. Since we were never part of "the family", we would like to
disassociate ourselves from your company and regain all rights and
properties for our own discretionary use. That's what we want. Is that
clear and simple enough for you to understand?"

"Never going to happen. Get serious," Head Suit snidely deferred.

"Never going to happen, huh? That's your position? Then this meeting is
over and we have nothing more to discuss. You will be receiving a letter
from our attorney, David Boies, as well as a demand from our accountants,
Lewis and Spergal, for a full and complete accounting and disclosure from
the day of the signing of the original contract to the present, as well as
all of your ASCAP spreadsheets for every year going back to the original
date of signing. We'd rather have a court decide our future. Let them
decide if your contract caused detriment and damage to Davy. We've heard
quite enough. Thank you, gentlemen and good day?"

"Wait a minute, Danny. Can't we discuss this? What kind of money are we
talking about here? What kind of money do you believe will make you whole
again, Davy? And, if I may be so bold to ask, how can you afford a long
drawn out legal battle?" Head Suit was now pushing the envelope and
attempting to draw a violent response from me.

Danny jotted down a number and passed it to me. I took a deep breath. I
spoke calmly but with an indignant air. "First of all, don't you talk to me
in that tone of voice. Who the fuck do you think you are? Don't tell me
what I can and cannot afford to do. I was making hits for this company when
you were still in diapers. You think I give a shit about your team of
salaried in-house hacks, like the ones sitting on your side of the table?
Considering all the different ways you have used my catalog over the years
without paying me and taking into consideration the damage and pain you
brought to me and my career, I'd be happy to settle for $125,000,000.00.
Maybe more. I'll have to see what my lawyer, Mr. Boies, has to say on the
matter."

Head Suit broke into laughter and his underlings snidely smirked. "That's
fucking absurd. We can't even pretend to take that figure seriously. You'll
never receive that number, from us or from a court and you know it. Stop
dreaming."

"Stop dreaming?" exploded Danny suddenly seeming enraged, "Who the fuck do
you think you are, you pedant? Here, read these letters and then we'll tell
you who the fuck we think we are!"

Kathy handed the letters to Danny who shoved them over to Head Suit. They
were the letters from Rangel and Schumer. Head Suit read them and smirked
and passed them to the suit on his right, who read and dismissed them,
pushing them away.

"Meaningless," uttered Head Suit, "Boilerplate bullshit."

Danny pulled out his cellphone and dialed Senator Rangel. "Yes, hello, is
the Senator in? He's expecting my call."

"Danny, how are you? What's up? How's everything going? How's my friend,
Davy?" Danny had him on speakerphone so the suits could listen in. He
informed the Senator that he was on speakerphone and filled the Senator in
on the lack of realistic negotiations. The Senator listened and said, "All
right then, let me go forward with scheduling a public hearing on the
matter. I'll see if I can get it for, say six weeks from now. Let me call
Charley Schumer to fill him in. Have David call me and ask him to please
send over all pertinent documents. Don't worry, Danny, it's about time we
stepped in and put an end to this type of artistic contractual servitude.
They appear to be blatantly thumbing their nose at the First Amendment.
Give me a call later, will you, and say hello to Kathy for me." His last
comment seemed to make Head Suit cringe.

Danny looked hard at Head Suit and angrily but in a quiet, sizzling tone
said "Now I'll tell you who the fuck we think we are! Don't take us for
assholes. It's forty years later and we're not some star-struck kid
believing your lies and bullshit. We are an injured party demanding
restoration, that's who the fuck we are. So shove your crap where the sun
don't shine and start reconsidering your position, which at the moment is
tenuous at best."

The suits huddled up and discussed this development. Notes passed back and
forth. Finally, Head Suit, looked narrowly at Danny and said, "We
appreciate the force of your demands and we are not unwilling to seek a
negotiated compromise. Perhaps as a sign of good faith, we might be willing
to offer Davy a check to cover any past compensation. Not that we admit any
wrongdoing, but merely as a way to be civil about this." The suits huddled
again.

Danny scribbled a note to me. It read "Watch this. $2 mil offer. Now it's
your turn to give it to them, Hamlet."

The Head Suit looked at us and with an evil smile, said, "As an offer of
good faith and as away to continue negotiations without getting into all
the extra nonsense, we are willing to write you a check, call it a
no-strings signing bonus if you will, of $2,000,000.00."

I jumped up from my seat and yelled loud enough for the residents of Forest
Lawn to hear, "$2,000,000! You miserable prick! You're fucking kidding me!
You sit there and insult me like that? Take your check and shove it up your
ass. I'd rather see you in court as well as in the headlines. And speaking
of the court of public opinion,  how do you think you're going to fare when
your boy Avinet is all over the headlines. Right now, he's singing like an
angelic choir to the FBI. You fuckers think you could pay some bum to spy
on me and then try to extort me! Fuck you! Avinet is naming names both past
and present about who you fucked, how he was paid and who paid him. You
think I want to negotiate with you scumbags? I'll see you in jail first.
Fuck that, I'll see you in Hell!" I pushed my chair away and started to
leave when Danny grabbed my arm.

The suit looked shocked as the color drained from his face. "I...uh...I
haven't heard about this. What are you talking about? Who is this Avinet?"

Danny stood up. Now he was in the driver's seat and he spoke with an air of
condescension. "Relax, Davy, Relax. Settle down. Down get excited. You
shouldn't have told them that but as long as you did, the cat's out of the
bag and so we're not dancing anymore. You know very well who Tom Avinet is
so don't bullshit a bullshitter. Shall I call FBI Director Mueller to fill
you in? Perhaps it will jog your memory." He pulled out his cellphone
again. "I have him on speed dial."

"No, no. Not necessary." Head Suit was now deflating rapidly. The Flunky
Suits were hastily scribbling notes and passing them to him.

"Good. I don't think we can make our position clearer than that. Good day.
We'll see you in court." Kathy collected the files as we walked out of the
conference room and headed toward the elevator. Heads were staring at us.
As we strolled down the hall, Danny whispered, "Say nothing in the
elevator. Don't say a word until we leave the lot." He hit the call button
and began to count. "1...2...3...4...5..." At 30, the elevator doors opened
and we stepped inside. A hand reached in and held the door.

"Wait a minute." It was Head Suit. "We have decided to agree to release you
from any contractual obligations or debts we claim again you, Davy. We will
return to you all masters and all that goes with them including artwork,
publishing rights, etc. We will negotiate a financial settlement to settle
your displeasure. If you do not want to be on the label, we will not force
the issue. We deny any culpability or responsibility to any acts by any
former employees or any outside or third parties. Likewise, we deny any
purposeful mismanagement or falsification of records. We offer you this
check as a token against any settlement of claims and as a sign of good
faith on our part to relieve ourselves of any obligations, past or future,
in lieu of an agreement not to litigate."

Danny took the check and studied it. He handed it back and said, "We want
that statement in writing and we want the check certified before we accept
it."

Head Suit looked scornfully. It looked as though he wanted to say something
but then stopped and asked us to follow him. We reentered the now deserted
conference room as Head Suit gave his secretary instructions. Danny turned
to us and sotto voce said that the check was for $12,500,000.00 and, as he
estimated and as they most probably knew, was approximately one-eighth of
what they owed me. He said that the final settlement would probably be
about $65,000,000.00 give or take a few.

Head Suit returned with the statement. Danny busted his balls by having
some of the framing language changed and retyped. Head Suit returned again
a few minutes later. Danny read the statement and angrily crossed out
several words and wrote some comments in the margin. Chagrined, Head Suit
returned with the amended statement. When Danny was suitably satisfied, we
all signed it. Only then did Danny accept the check. Head Suit looked at us
and said, "I trust we can keep this private and out of the news until the
negotiations are complete. It is not necessary that allegations be aired in
public. Let's be big about this and act like adults, shall we?" We nodded
to him. Danny added, "Oh, by the way, watch Davy on Ferguson's show
tonight." Dig, dig.

We walked back to the elevator. Danny reminded us of his order of silence
by placing his finger against his lips. I felt light headed and thought I
was hyperventilating. We left the building and walked to the car. Danny
opened the trunk and, from his valise, he took out a portable surveillance
sensor. He walked around the car and got no readings. He then unlocked the
car and waved the sensor around. It beeped near a point in the middle of
the dashboard. He reached up and took out a small magnetic-backed
microphone. He wrapped it in his handkerchief and satisfied that there were
no others waved us into the car. He turned on the radio and held the mic up
to the speakers. He told Kathy to snap a picture of it and to be ready to
snap pictures of the guard. He asked her for a piece of stationary and an
envelope. He wrote, "I believe this belongs to you. I found it under the
dashboard in my car. It was not here before we drove onto the Warner's lot.
We have photographed it's discovery. Furthermore, I have a logged and dated
security surveillance video of the persons who installed it. You never
learn and this will cost you dearly." He signed the letter, folded it and
inserted it into the envelope. He dropped the mic in and sealed the
envelope. He wrote Head Suit's name on the front. We drove up to the gate
and Danny hailed the guard from his booth.

"How can I help you, Sir?"

"Here. I believe this is the property of Warner's. Please forward it to the
addressed party." He handed the envelope to the guard as Kathy snapped
away. We drove off and Danny pulled the car over about a block away. He
turned and looked at us. He face broadened into a huge smile.

"Did I write the fucking script or what! OR WHAT!" We began to roar and
scream. Quiet little Kathy had tears rolling down her cheeks from laughter
and relief. "What a bunch of assholes! That last bit just covered my fee!
Hahahahahaha!" He drove up onto the Freeway and other drivers must have
thought we were nuts the way we were carrying on.

"I trust you'll keep this out of the news!...act like adults!...FUCK YOU,
ASSHOLE!...fucking surveillance mics! You think they would learn! Wait a
minute..." He dialed a number on his phone. "Hello, Charley?
Yeah...yeah...run with it...yeah...from unnamed sources within the Warner's
Building. Yeah...don't mention it. More to come, I promise. You're the
first guy. Yeah, I promise." He hung up. "It's done. That was TMZ. Fuck
them! FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!" He waved his middle finger at the Warner's lot.

It was all sinking in. "Danny, I'm free. I'm really free. You did it!"

"You deserve it. After all the shit they put you through, after all the
years we fought with them...they fucked up big time and now they're gonna
pay...And this is just the beginning of the end for them...fucking
bastards. Oh, they're gonna pay...and pay...and pay!"

"I just can't say...I'm dumbfounded..I..." I rode the rest of the way in
silence. Shock had set in. I'm Free! I'm Free. And freedom tastes of
reality. Truer words were never written.

As we drove up, Amy, Mark and Deb ran out of the house. "Well? What
happened?" Danny and Kathy jumped out of the car and started to Lindy. They
were so giddy they had trouble getting any words out. I got out and just
nodded yes and they all began to scream. Mark ran back in and came out with
champagne and glasses. He popped the cork and sent the champagne shooting
into the air.

"It was just like Danny said. It was line for line. It was fucking
amazing." I started to giggle. "They never knew what hit them! They
probably still don't know!"

"Tell us everything! We've been dying to know for hours!"

We walked back in and the three us filled them in, ending each other's
sentences and adding elements to the narrative. "It's over. We won. It's
all new again. I feel like a little kid." Mark was laughing through the
entire narrative. He fully understood the ramifications.

"We have to celebrate!"

"Celebrate? When have we not celebrated? That's all we seem to do!"

Amy jumped my bones on the couch and gave me ten thousand kisses. She
whispered into my ear, "How much?" I whispered back, "We have a check for
twelve point five and Danny says we'll probably end up with about $65 mil
plus all the masters. Plus everything!" She screamed and nearly broke my
eardrum. She grabbed the bottle and started chugging the bubbly as it
foamed out of her mouth. "Damn! What balls you have! I love your balls!
Whoopee!"

Mark asked what she was going crazy about and she screamed, "Twelve point
five fucking million dollars in his pocket and more to come...Sixty-five
million dollars plus everything...and complete freedom!"

"Tax-free and it's all yours. My fee is covered by the surveillance
mic...and we're going to make a bundle!" laughed Danny as he kissed Kathy.
"This goes in the anti-Irene fund!...Oh, Jesus, I better call the office
and Charlie Rangel! We're going to have to pay him off, too, but his debt
with me is now settled." Danny and Kathy went off to make the calls but
before he reached for the phone, he ran out onto the deck, threw off his
jacket and jumped into the pool screaming like a banshee. Kathy was
standing at the side laughing at him and he jumped out, chased her down,
threw her into the pool and jumped in again. We all stood around laughing.
Even Santo, Marion and Orson sensed our elation and they jumped around and
barked, too. Not long after, after much celebration, Danny and Kathy headed
back to their hotel.

"I am suddenly so exhausted. It's like a huge weight is lifted. I'm so
blown away. After all these years, I BEAT THOSE FUCKERS! Revenge is sooo
sweet!"

"And, you will be very happy to know that we went down to check the bus and
everything is on schedule and perfect. Wait until you see what Elon has
done! It will blow your mind. He's going to call us tomorrow to drop it off
and then, guess what, baby...it's you me and Santo...on the road again!"

"She's not kidding," added Mark. "You think that bus was cool before? What
until you check out the guitar and mic inputs...and mixer!...plugged into
the outside storage bin."

"Don't tell him anymore, Mark," Amy admonished, "you'll ruin the surprises!"

I could hardly respond. I was crumpling into the couch. Shock and
comprehension had exhausted me. Forty years worth. Within minutes I was
asleep and, as I found out later, snoring. They woke me a couple of hours
later and it took a lot of shaking. I was really out cold.

"Come on, sleepyhead. We're going out to eat. Your choice."

"My choice, huh? Okay, pizza or In 'N Out or Chinese."

"Boo. No way, Jose."

"Hmm. All right then, what's close, nearby and easy?"

"How about Louise's Trattoria on Pico, that's real good Italian," suggested
Deb.

"Okay by me."

Her question was a ruse as Mark had already made reservations and set the
DVR to record Craig's show. He was on the phone for a while. While we were
getting dressed, Danny and Kathy pulled up. They were still bonkers. We all
met in the kitchen and the atmosphere was electric. We lit a couple of
joints (Mark's Special Blend) and were soon bopping around. I tossed Mark
the keys to the Bentley and we took off for West Hollywood.

As we entered Louise's, we were greeted by applause and cheers. I was set
up! the Begleys were there, as were the Hillmans, the Gadds, The Parks,
Linda and Lloyd, the Buffetts and Sebastian, who brought along his friend,
Bob Dylan, who immediately ran to Danny and hugged him. They were already
drinking wine and a round of "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow" went up. I
shook my head in amazement. Mark apologized for not having enough notice to
fill the place and was certain he'd take some heat tomorrow but he
mentioned me that Flaco was still ill, Cooder was out of town and Porter
had flown back to New Orleans. Still, we filled up at least half the room.
Mark had told them to just serve us and so plates began to arrive from the
kitchen. It was an eclectic mix of people and food: pastas and meats and
salads and fish and even some cajun dishes. And what food! It was about as
delicious as it gets. Halfway through the meal The Fergusons showed up,
too, and joined in the festivities. Elon arrived a few minutes later. Steve
Martin called to congratulate me. Everybody wanted to hear the story of the
meeting at Warner's over and over again. The musicians were particularly
thrilled and Dylan commented on how when he had his battle with Columbia,
it went exactly as Danny said it would. Someone, I can't remember who,
passed their iPhone around with the TMZ story. It was truly dizzying. The
question I was asked the most was "What are you going to do now?" and my
response was that I wasn't sure except that Amy and I were going to travel
around the country, write more tunes and just be happy.

Jimmy and Bob huddled with Danny for a few minutes until Danny waved me
over. "These jamokes say you should get your web site started immediately.
I have a few names of the best web designers and I can get that going.
Maybe you should write a blog or start tweeting, too."

"Seriously, Davy, you've got to recut your old stuff and put it all out
again...like Prine and Newman did," Jimmy suggested. "It asserts your
rights again for another seventy years."

"I know. I've been thinking about that for a few months now and I really
didn't know how to approach it. But now, I have an idea working. What if I
recut my old tunes with my friends. For example, I'm thinking "Sally Take A
Ride" with a choice band, you see what I'm saying? I can cut tracks as we
move around the country. I mean, shit, I already have three in the can."

Dylan said that Van Dyke had played the cuts for him and they sounded
great. He called them 'very authentic.'

"I love it."

"Yeah, great idea. You sell it through the web site and through
iTunes...and fucking keep all the do-re-mi, you dig?"

Just then a patron interrupted us and asked if we would sign her menu. Her
tits were popping out of her dress and far be it from us to refuse. She
then moved around the table collecting autographs. The other patrons picked
up the idea, as did all our friends and soon we were all signing menus. The
hostess even tacked one to the wall. I whispered to the hostess that I
would pick up the tab for everyone in the place. She informed me that it
was already covered, even including all the other diners. Soon strangers
were friends and it was a big, loud, wild blast.

It was getting on and deep into the evening when the bartender turned on
Craig's show. "Hey, I look pretty damn good, you know. Nice fucking suit!"
yelled Craig.

I sat down between Amy and Deb to drink some more wine and munch on some
Fusilli and Sweet Sausage. While attention was turned toward the TV, they
took my hands and surreptitiously ran them up their skirts. They were
wearing their crotchless panties. I made a big show of licking my fingers.

Everything got real quiet when the band came on. We sounded excellent and a
big roar went up when it ended. Mark gave me the high-sign. I stood with
the rest of the guys as pictures were snapped. Then we watched the
interview part and that too was fine although the John Lennon pun got booed
again. I just shrugged and said, "You throw it up against the wall and..."
Craig is a very witty and smart guy and the segment was funny, especially
when he pulled out the puppets.

My phone vibrated. It was George congratulating me on the show. He was
effusive in his praise for both the music and the sit-down. He also heard
about the TMZ report and congratulated me on that. I invited him to come by
Mark's place tomorrow when the bus was delivered around noon as I
remembered that he wanted a tour. He said that he would be there.

The party ran for another hour when people began to leave. To each friend,
I made sure I had their contact info and assured them that not only would
we be in touch but that we'd be recording again real soon.

Ed pulled me aside and asked if I would join him at a green symposium in
Berkeley next week. "I'd love to show off the bus."

"Email me the details, Ed, and we will be there."

As Zimmy was leaving, he pulled me aside and slipped me his contacts.
"Y'know, I heard what you recorded yesterday and it knocked me out. How's
about you and me hook up and write some stuff together...waddya say?"

"Gee, I don't know, Bob. You good with lyrics?"

"Some people think so, you shmuck. Call me. Maybe we can hook up in Aspen.
I got a place not too far from there."

"You know, Bob. I know a secret spot where we can be alone. I'll email you
my progress on the road. We should be there in a few weeks."

"Good. Me, too. We'll talk. We can do anything we want to now, can't we?
It's a liberating feeling, isn't it? You drive carefully now and have a
good trip." He slipped into the night and was gone like a cool breeze.

We left a little while later and I kissed and hugged so many people, my
face was sore. Amy and Deb held their autographed menus. On the ride back,
I asked Danny when he was heading back to New York.

"We have a flight back on Sunday. But don't worry, I made a copy of the
check and already deposited it." He jabbed me in the ribs. "I also called
Charlie and that was easy. It won't even cost much - just a few month's nut
on his place in the Dominican Republic. We got off cheap."

"Cool. What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, I'm playing golf at The Riviera Club with some old friends."

"Uh-oh, it could be an expensive round!"

"For them, maybe. Not for me. I'm playing great these days. And tomorrow
night, I'm having dinner with Geffen and Simel. That could be very
interesting."

"Oh, to be a fly on the wall. Give David my regards."

I told everyone about my conversation with His Bobness and that news
brought gasps. Mark suggested that this was bigger than the big time. Danny
thought it would make my career explode. Amy was just silent and I asked
her why. She said she was simply in awe and I understood because that is
just how I felt. I also suggested to her that we create a calendar to keep
track of appearances and all the rest of our obligations as things seemed
to be getting out of hand. We pulled up in front of the house and Mark
tossed the keys back to me. I kissed and hugged Danny like it was the last
time I would see him and they drove off back to their hotel. "Keep in
touch!"

In the house, Mark checked the DVR and the show had recorded fine. He said
he'd burn a DVD for me in the morning. We were all very exhausted and went
off to bed. Amy and I snuggled and talked about the details of the day.
Neither of us knew how we would ever fall asleep that night since there
were so many bees flying inside our heads.

"Davy, will you promise me something?"

"Amy, I will promise you anything...and I will deliver. What is it?"

"Promise me that you won't leave me in the dust? Promise me that we will
see this through together. Can you do that?"

"Amy, my darling...lover...partner...do not fear. Don't you realize that
all the success of the past few days, hell, of the past month, is all
because you are in my life? If the creator had a master plan, it is that
you and I should be together. I've waited all my life to be in this bed
with you right now. I will never, ever be anywhere else. I need you Amy. I
need you to breathe. I am just a shadow without you and I love you more
than my music, my success, my life. I can never leave you in the dust until
I am dust myself. Tomorrow, we begin a new chapter and as new chapters go,
I have never welcomed them as much as I welcome this. Everyday I am with
you is the best day of my life. So, I say to you, Amy Bieler, you better
not go running off with George Clooney!"

"I love you, you silly man. You make me whole. Hold me tighter." We did
fall asleep but it was not an easy sleep. Throughout the night, one of us
would awaken for one reason or another - a dream, a trip to the bathroom, a
jerky movement, whatever. Each time, we would return to each other's arms
and fall back to sleep, secure and restful, at least until the next
awakening. When the morning came, we did not rise with the sun but lay
sleeping entwined. It was Mark and Deb who finally woke us. They crept into
our room with a tray of coffee and croissants. Crawling into bed with us,
they snuggled up with us and held us, gently caressing us. We both awoke
feeling their bodies against us.

"We know that you have to leave today but we will miss you and we both wish
you could stay," Deb's soft voice murmured. "We both want you to know how
much you mean to us and how much we love you."

Mark continued, "I haven't spoken about this before but it's something you
should know, Davy. In the past year, I started to become bored with my
music and with the music business. For a while there I had run out of ideas
and I just going through the motions, something I had never done in my
career. I've been thinking about retiring. We considered taking a trip
around the world just to renew our lives and our spirits. That's one of the
reasons we often go to the spa. But then, at the spa, when we played
together, something unexpected happened to me. Maybe it was the ease with
which we blended, I don't know but I felt the joy of the music again. You
made me remember all that I loved about this gift and you inspired me to
hear the beauty again. This was the second time that this happened to me.
Way back when, when you had your first go 'round, I used to play my violin
along to your records, it was part of my practice regimen - I'd riff all
over your songs. I realized at the spa that night that it was happening to
me all over again and that you were my catalyst. What do you say to a
'Harper-O'Flannery' band?"

"I'm in. Where do I sign. Mark?"

We all made mad love that morning. Amy asked that we be gentle with her
breasts because they hurt from using the nipple clamps and although they
were stimulating at the time, she doubted whether she would ever use nipple
clamps again. So our lovemaking was extra gentle, slow and sensuous, deeply
erotic and deeply meaningful as well. As I came in Deb's juicy warmth, I
held Amy's hand. We were like a collective, melding our spirits into one
goal, a goal of shared love. We felt each other's essence flow through each
other and any fears or apprehensions we might have felt through the night
dissipated in a flood of mutual bliss. This is sort of how Mark and I
played music together, if that can be equated. As we lay reveling, a
thought ran through me.

"Lillian should see us now. She would be so proud." The thought was met by
approval.

"Next week in San Francisco, I want to do this again," said Amy. "I love my
Davy like I've never loved anyone before. This is different. But I love you
two guys. It's different and it's mind-blowing. It's comforting. It all
works - like when we play music. I'm so glad you are all in my life." She
seems to read my thoughts.

We made love again and this time it was just as sweet. We had tumbled into
a mass of arms, legs, tongues and minds. Feeling hands caress my body
transcended any sort of group experience I'd ever known. It mattered not
which orifice accepted my orgasm, it was all good and it was right. We were
a force of love - a band, if you will.

Amy and I never really unpacked so it was easy to set up our stuff outside.
Elon and Ed arrived at noon and they couldn't wait to take us on a tour of
our refurbished traveling home. George pulled up right behind them saying
that he saw Big Chocolate and merely followed behind.

First, we walked around the outside. "We've increased your range by nearly
two hundred miles. You can now travel about four hundred miles, maybe four
hundred and fifty miles before you refuel - maybe even more. Also, your
efficient cruising speed is now about sixty-five miles an hour. We improved
the solar units as well as the size of your converter. The tanks are
larger, too. I added a sundeck on the roof that won't hinder the work of
the solar panels. You know the solar panels will also heat the floor of the
interior if the outside temperature drops before 40 degrees. I also
replaced the generator with a new, more efficient and greener unit. If you
are on generator power, you're good for about twelve hours before you need
to refuel it with tri-fuel. Anyway, the upper deck is large enough four two
people to stretch out or to even set up a telescope, which is stored below,
or even dine out. All the amenities are in the storage bins. There is also
an automated bimini as well as several outlets on the roof. There is even a
pass through if you want to get stuff there from the inside. I added a
Fender amp that stores sideways and drops down. There is a four input mixer
above it and a pair of Shure mics and mic stands stowed alongside - that's
if you want to do any entertaining. The whole package is stored in this bin
by the new longer awning, which now includes a drop down screened tent.
There is also an inflatable hot tub stored in an aft bin. Also, and you'll
like this, we added extra length to the flat-floor slide outs so the
interior is much roomier and the outside footprint is now five feet wider.
We've tweaked up all the digital modules and upgraded the displays so you
have even more information at hand from the cockpit. Ed has altered the
compactor and the composter, too. The composter now recycles in half the
time and it can be emptied alongside the road to improve the soil
nutrients. Let's go inside now."

"Wait a minute, Elon," said Ed, "We added an area to one lower bin and gave
you a trap door by the appliance room. The bin is filled with all sorts of
green cleaning products including a big supply of 'Ed's Best!'"

"Yes, Ed, and thank you for getting in that plug. This commercial has been
brought to you by Ed Begley, Jr." He ushered us in and the first thing I
noticed was that the steps dropped down lower than before. Inside, the bus
looked much different. The colors were more subdued and earthy with woody
tones and deep green carpeting. It looked almost as though we were outside
and it was beautiful and lush. The couches were softer and more plush.
Built into the walls were collapsible screens which could be used to
separate areas for privacy or to hide the galley. With the slideouts, it
made the bus seem more expansive. Elon pressed a button and one couch
folded out into a queen-sized bed. He pressed another button and a 60"
screen slid up opposite the bed. Under it was a digital entertainment
center. He pressed another button and the slide-outs made the area
dramatically more expansive.

"There's another system like this in the Master suite, but we'll get to
that. Check this out." He pressed another button and a screen slid out and
closed off the cockpit area making this a separate room. "Neat, huh?" He
pressed a button and the couch folded back up. Turning to the entertainment
center, he pressed another button and a desktop slid out. "There are lots
of inputs. You can easily plug your computer into the HD screen from any
connection. Oh and this is neat!" He sat down on the recliner and flipped a
panel up along the arm to create a tiltable desktop. "Outlets are all in
the arm which pops open. See?" I let out an amazed snicker. "Ok, now to the
galley. We've improved the appliances with the latest models which offer
more cooking and refrigerating power with less wasted energy...all Ed's
good ideas. We've also added eight inches of counter space. Under the sink
are water taps and a central vac outlet. Let's keep going." He closed the
curved sliding door around the galley and opened the doors opposite the
head exposing the new washer and dryer. "I added more storage space here
for your cleaning supplies and over here is the lower bin pass-through.
The washing machine can be used for steam-cleaning as well as water." He
closed it and turned around to open the head. Wow! It appeared much more
spacious. "We've added full length mirrors as per Amy's instructions. And
here is the new enviro-bath/shower. You can set it to different types of
sensations from a steam room to a sauna to a warm rain, It's big enough for
two and it has a fold-up bench. There are six shower heads and it uses the
same amount of water as the old one that was in here. If you seal the
bottom of the door with this latch, it becomes a jacuzzi bath. The toilet
is a modification of the latest marine heads with a powerful auto-flush
that uses less water through dual pumps, a macerator and a grinding
scavenger pump that, like the kitchen drain, feeds the composter. Because
this toilet has a smaller stem footprint, we were able to expand the
storage areas by six inches. Nice, right?" He steered us to the bedroom.
Pressing buttons, the slideouts opened the room into a large living suite.
There was even a walk in closet. "This is a new bed. Like the other, it
tilts but it has a modified Dux mattress and it is a foot wider and a foot
longer. There is more bedside lighting as well as LED mood lighting. There
are more outlets including a central vac outlet in front and on the forward
side of the bed. We also added this slide out storage bin under the bed.
There is also a lower bin pass-through located near the bathroom door." He
slid the wall back to reveal a new entrance into the bathroom making the
bedroom seem even larger and more like a true suite.

"I haven't forgotten Santo. Over here, by the rear side of the appliance
area, you press this button and a self-contained feeder and water bowl
slides out at floor level. You'll notice that none of this area is carpeted
but slightly sunken and tiled. Instead, we installed a self-cleaning
mechanism that sprays the area and drains into the bathroom's forward well.
It's a nice touch I think and an idea I came up with when I considered how
I would travel with my own dog." He steered us toward the cockpit and
opened the forward wall. "I couldn't do much to improve the seats as they
were state-of-the-art to begin with but we did improve the control layout,
the side and rear cameras and the displays which are controlled by the GPS
domes on the roof. Like a nautical system, it progresses along the screen
as you progress along the road giving you a 3D terrain layout with complete
road information, times, speed and fuel consumption. At night, it projects
this information onto the base of the windshield. We also added a
night-vision cameras on each side, front and back - you can flip from one
to the other on the fly or you can blend them together but it will cut
visibility at night. And, as per Amy's instructions, more cup and food
holders. Also, and this was a great idea, Amy, there is an automatic
slideout that covers the steps so it's more comfortable to sit, stretch and
move about. All of the outlets are now both PC and Mac compatible. And
finally, the entertainment system slides forward for less range of movement
while you're behind the wheel. Have I forgotten anything, Ed?"

"Yes, Elon, show Davy the wheel."

"Oh, right. We replaced your steering wheel to be more comfortable and
ergonomic. There are controls built into the sides of the hub for cruse
control, music control, air controls and camera controls. And I think
that's it. These modifications add nearly $850,000.00 to the base price.
Now I know we spoke about a trade-off with the Vanity Fair piece and I'm
still willing to do that but I must request that I be there to show Vanity
Fair around the bus. Also, I had some out-of-pocket expenses that Danny
already took care of. You have a full tank of fuel and a stocked
refrigerator and freezer so you're all set to go. Ed, have I forgotten
anything?"

"The security system..."

"Oh, that's right...another good Begley suggestion. In order to avoid what
went down at the RV park in Malibu, we installed a new surveillance system.
You have new external sensors that detect the presence of someone coming
close to the bus. An alert will sound in the cockpit and the cameras will
go on showing you the intruder. At night, external lights will go in, too.
Instead of the doorbell, there's now a two-way speaker and camera so you
can see and speak to whoever is knocking on the door without opening it.
Also, if anyone attaches any signal emitting equipment, an alert will sound
in the cockpit and a light will flash showing you the location of the
emitter. We changed the front and rear headlights to more powerful LEDs and
added mood LEDs under the awning and under the bimini. I think that's all
of it."

"That's quite a lot! Elon, it's better than I ever thought. You've done a
fantastic job. You, too, Ed. I love it. I feel like I'm on a spectacular
luxury yacht." Amy was effusive and literally bubbling over.

"Thank you, Amy. Can you do me a favor? Actually two things. First, please
maintain a log so we can monitor your real-life experiences with the bus,
it will help us to tweak the bus further. And second, when you're up in the
San Francisco area, call me and let's meet at our Menlo Park facility. I
want to download the module readings. Oh and by the way, by connecting your
computer or iPhone into this jack, you can transmit all module readings
directly to Menlo Park."

"Golly gosh and gee...I'm astounded. I can't wait to drive it," I said.

"Oh, you've love it, Davy. We've tightened the turning ratio and increased
the power-assist to the wheel. It's a breeze to drive. Now, if you'll give
Ed the keys to your rental, we'll return it for you and be on our way. Ed
and I are busy making plans to adapt these concepts to other vehicles and
even for marine use. This guy has a new and better idea by the minute."

"Elon, would you do me a favor? Will you call Danny and ask him how we can
become larger investors in Tesla? I'm already a stockholder but I'd like to
be a bigger prescence. It's something I want to do. You too, Ed. If I can
help you guys make the future better, I will."

"It is an honor working with you. We'll see you next week. This bus will be
the centerpiece of the symposium." We shook hands. I checked the Bentley to
make sure that we'd left nothing inside and sent them on their way babbling
profuse thanks.

George was simply flabbergasted. "That is the coolest shit I've ever seen.
What a gas...er, make that diesel! You guys are going to have some kind of
fun on the road. I envy you, honestly. Maybe some time you'll lend it out
to me...this is like a dream I've always had." He wished us bon voyage. I
told him to make some time in about two weeks so he could meet us and join
us for a few days in the parks. He quickly agreed and said he would be in
touch. We waved as he pulled away.

As we walked around the bus, the four of us seemed overwhelmed and excited.
"Hey, I just had a great idea," said Amy, "How about this? After your gig
next week, why don't you guys join us on the road to Napa, Yosemite and
Yellowstone, or even to Aspen...as far as you want to go, you're welcome to
join us."

"Where will George sleep?" I asked. Amy and Deb gave each other snarky
looks. "Hmm, I guess we'll have to figure that out."

"That's a great idea, Amy," said Mark, "it opens all sorts of
possibilities. I have a gig in New Orleans with an orchestra but that's not
until the end of the month. I can fly down. What do you say, Deb?"

"What do I say? Are you kidding? I'm already calling the kennel!"

"Good," I said, "that's settled!" Amy and I began to pack up the bus while
Deb prepared a little lunch for us. Mark handed me several large manila
envelopes with my studio masters, a few more dupes (and he made some nice
labels for the cds, too) and a DVD of Craig's show. I put the masters into
the small safe located in the bedroom closet.

We sat around the table and tossed ideas and plans. Deb took her phone and
made a call. "Let me put you on speaker...hold on" She'd called Callie.
Fortunately Lillian was right there next to her. We all talked over each
other and laughed a lot. Amy told them how happy we all were and how much
we loved them. I told them how much we progressed since our visit to the
spa and that we would make it an annual visit. Mark thanked them for their
cosmic intercession in our lives and Lillian told us that she knew how we
were faring because our vibrations and energy were with her all the time.

I pulled out my phone to make one last call and Amy noted that I could use
a new phone - an iPhone - and that seemed like a very, very good idea.
I dialed the number. "Hello, Shadow? Shadow, this is Davy Harper. Yes, the
same Davy Harper. Listen, Shadow, you live near Santa Barbara, right? My
partner, Amy, and I will be up that way in a couple of hours in our Magic
Bus. Do you have some time to meet? Excellent. I will call you when we get
close. See you then."

"Is that the same Shadow I think it is?" asked Mark.

"Yup, my old buddy, Shadow Morton. I have an idea in my head."

"I hear it and I like it a lot."

We hugged, kissed, squeezed each other. There was much crying between the
women. Santo hopped right into the bus informing us that it was time to go
and we were on the road again. As we rolled down I-Ten heading toward the
Pacific Coast Highway, I began to sing an Arlo Guthrie tune.

"Running down the road, Make my get away,
Everything I told you was just yesterday
Yes, You know I'm off again, Oh, and I've been told
You were there beside me, Running down the road"

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