"What happened?" Denise made me look at her and into her eyes.
"Oh, it's just Lars, he tried to kiss me, when I was getting some stuff." For us.
"He did?" Yes mam, not lying to you, Denise looked at me puzzled.
"Yeah, you know, I'm not like that." Never will be.
"I know." Denise put her arm around my waist.
"I bought Champaine." I got up and put it on the table.
"I shouldn't have any, but one sip won't hurt." Well, you shouldn't be drinking.
"True but think of the baby." I was right, I think, I gave Denise a look, I helped her off the floor and Denise looked at herself in the mirror, and lifted up her shirt, I walked up to her.
"Whatever he or she is, it will be loved, Metallica style!" I rubbed Denise's stomach.
"Oh James, ha-ha." We both laughed in the mirror together.
"I bought some candles, condoms and flowers." Yes or no, I smirked at Denise.
"Forget the condoms, but keep them, get a lighter and I will put the flowers in a vase or something, whatever they have here." Denise put the flowers on the table, and I lit the candles, I put them on a plate on the table, away from the flowers, well obviously ha-ha. Denise and I got undressed, and went under the sheets, nice sheets they were, I wonder if the hotel will notice, if they were missing some shit ha-ha, just kidding, Denise and I made out for a few hours, then I guess at noon time, was the big day, I called a week an advance for this to happen.
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I'm sorry (A James Hetfield story)
Hayran Kurgunew story about a woman who met James at a bar and well... you will have to read the story, it's fake by the way. this is a bit of comical and humor, James is one funny guy. :)
