ASHLEE-ELIDETH MISSION IS TAKING ITS COURSE BUT NOBODY SAID SAVING FREDDIE MERCURY WAS GOING TO BE AN EASY TASK. WOULD YOU LIKE READ ON HER ADVENTURES?
I felt an evident moisture in my panties. As though I got my period. The sharp pain in my sides had became in a big stain in my underwear. I changed them in a rush not wanting to think this could trigger the end of it all. I touched myself persistently but I was not bleeding anymore. Damn you, can't you just keep still like an ordinary baby?, I scolded my belly, teeth clenched.
I surely tightened the rope going on tour, but I couldn't allow myself letting Freddie in Elideth's hands to devour him. At first I behaved pretty well. I didn't taste any alcohol and although I let myself swept by Freddie's relentless rhythm, in general terms I had been a reasonably good girl. Except some coke lines three days. But they were just three days and we've touring 15 shows. I had been only 20% of the time a bad girl and the rest a wise pregnant woman. A miserable 20%.
Her kickings had nothing to do with it but I had to say something. If Freddie had found out I had spottings I couldn't imagine his reaction.
The pain gave me a respite and started to pick up a sample of clothes in perfect condition to wear Freddie instead the torn harlequin catsuit.
I stopped some seconds almost buried by the bundle of clothes, watching them at some distance. When they were together it seemed like a halo of intimacy wrapped around them and the rest of the human beings disappeared like useless accesories in their perfect world of chemistry. Freddie and Elideth shot out the same passionate chemistry like Bogart and Bacall. Their body language was alike, it had its own harmonious rhythm.
Watching them unseen would be beautiful, objectively. But my eyes couldn't be objective. My eyes shot out a sharp hate about that blonde who seized hold of everything that was mine.
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When Freddie, far from pretending, started to flirt with her in front of me, asking her to choose one of MY suits to him open the show, my body started to rise up in revolt. I felt again the moisture in my panties. Second time.
I shed the bundle of clothes in rage. I didn't run out not only because the envy inflamed my heart as many times before, but also because it was demanding take a shelter.
Then when I stormed into one of the bathrooms in the dressing room, I bumped into Dominique putting her makeup in front of the mirror. She turned to me with a smile that froze in her face when she watched me sliding down the floor, grabbing my sex.
- Nina, tell me what's wrong -she sat on her heels by my side.
I couldn't utter any word with the tears that choked my throat. But there are things among women there's no need to speak with words. I guided her hand between my legs and Dom threw me anguished glances.
- You are bleeding. Fuck, Nina. I'm calling an ambulance.
- No, no, no. I'm begging you please, no. If I'm getting into a hospital I'm surely having a miscarriage.
- Darling, if you don't get into a hospital you will have a miscarriage. Think wisely.
- No, I just need lying in bed a few hours and everything will be alright again. I don't want to lose her.
