TURN BACK THE TIME, BABE. BOOK 7. THE WILL TO CARRY ON

INSATIABLE AN APPETITE

FREDDIE'S POV

I had just removed my plaster cast and I was a new man. Though I still was sore, at least I had all the freedom of movements I required. It's still two months away from the tour and I would have time to recover. In my recovery time I kept going out and had fun as I used to but obviously I was quite limited. Now it was the time to visit Caesar's Club at Isartor 48. "Let's go to the 48", it was one of my recurrent sentences. I became addicted to those naughty "picnics".

The 30 minutes thai massage that Suphat provided me, had left me brand new. His professional and playful hands when I asked him for it were a sight to behold.

- Are you sure it's enough with 30 minutes? -the guy asked me.

- Why are you saying that? -I sat up over my elbows on the matting on the floor.

- We got available a little bit longer sessions. Till more than two hours.

- You want to touch my body a little bit longer, huh? -I smiled mischievously.

- Your body is beautiful but I think you're in need of deeper and harder massages, you got some contraction on your back.

- I'm getting old, all my activity in the past is taking its toll. I'm hiring you tomorrow at the same hour. Talk to my assistant.

- It will be a pleasure, Mr. Mercury.

My aim after the massage was slipping into some dark room and let myself be surprised by some stranger. My biggest fantasy at the time was a particularly stocky man who could shanghai me only for him and made me cry out of pleasure against the wall. But maybe I was moving too fast and I got high expectations.

That place was a luxury to the senses and wanted to enjoy its facilities a little bit longer before there would only be sex, sex and more sex. Phoebe, Joe and Paul were the white knights who joined me there and we decided to make our way into the saunas. It was not my favourite part but that vision of some sweaty bodies trying to withstand the heat was quite sensual. It was interesting that resistence exercise. I used to cope with it quite well but Phoebe hated the sauna, it got him nervous. After five minutes he turned into a big grilled chicken. So only Joe and Prenter joined me.

I laid on the bench leaning my head back. Suphat was right, I was very tensed and I noticed in the back of my head right now.

I felt some long fingers threading into my hair, trailing all over it. It felt great.

- Wie geht's dir?

- Mir geht es gut. Und dir?

I could manage with two vocabularies in German; the formal speaking to be able to be polite and nice with the shop-assistants while my "shop till drop" sessions and the umgang Sprache with all kind of rude words so useful in Munich nightlife.

I spent some time with my eyes closed and those fingers combing my already soaked hair. I loved that feeling. I didn't care about trying to figure out his identity and looks, it was alright if he could do that a little bit longer. Then I couldn't help but turning around and check out what kind of man was caressing me.

My eyeballs were dilated in the half darkness of the sauna when I saw his face, I recognized him. It was Georg, Winnie's waiter. The first trustee of my white rose every day.