The MakeUp Artist Internship

Traveling With My Man: Amy

    I was officially engaged. I kept looking at the ring on my hand over and over and over. Johnny told me a lot, "I am NOT losing you this time." I would kiss him and tell him "Same". We told Jade goodbye and got on the bus. He tells me about the day when he was so happy as he bounded up to the house where I was staying  and he wanted to be with me, to give me the small promise ring and Blanche slammed the door in my face. "I wanted to die, baby." He took my hand. "And I was on my plane crying with my Grandma trying to console me. She told be about a man she was separated from during the war. However, after my grandpa died, they found each other again. They had five years, as he had cancer, and she believed she would find him." He told me, "I always adored Normie."

    We dozed on each other all the way to Cincinnati. We got to the hotel and we gently made love. He went down on me and he was so, so slow and I was grabbing his hair screaming. "Babe, I could do this all day," he moaned. I went down on him and he said, "I love watching you do this. I don't want to lose you. I want to keep you for life." He went inside of me and was so, so gentle, not like the hotel in Columbus Indiana where I had rug burn, where I was pounded and basically devoured. Johnny wasn't rough. He never was or would be I think he had come off a good show. He was excited about that. I really did enjoy the sex the night before with him, but on the bus was so hot. We were so lost for years and we are discovering each other again.

At the concert venue, he talked to me, whispered sweet something's in my ear and held my hand. It made me feel good. I NEVER had that with Rob or any other lover. I text Jade that we are just sitting around enjoying each other's company. She said she is back with Rosie and Venus. She said she saw Scott and he was alone. I told her, "You need to cut that shit, be honest with him, and if it doesn't work, then you have tried. If it does, cos idea yourself fortunate."

"What's wrong, babe?"
"She is so in love with Scott. I just want f her to not live almost thirty years of regrets."
"You are a good mom."

He kissed me. We talked until it was time for the show to begin and I was backstage with him. He told me, "I want you with me next summer when we tour Europe for at least two weeks. I know your customers need you, but I need you." She said, "I could maybe spend more. They really understand." He told me, "I would love it." I asked him a lot of questions today.

"If Blanche gave you my number, do you think we's still be together?"
"Yes. I believe so."
"Do you think you'd be as famous?"
"Probably not, but you'd be busy having beautiful babies."
"I feel bad I got my uterus burned and my tubes tied."
"I can understand. We have a great kid."
"I wished you could have seen her as a little girl. She was so sweet, cute, and shy. She was a depressed teen but not having a lot of money, a dad in jail, and having to babysit your sister took a toll on her. I owe her so much."
"I know, sweetheart. It's okay."

I watch him onstage, and AGAIN, he eyes me through "Let it be Me". I can see me naked, under him, as he makes love to me. Sometimes it's just hours of this and I can barely hang on. He loves it. I loves it when I fall apart during sex. For sixty, he does well. The night before was rare. It was like we were in our twenties and he in his thriftiest again. There were many times I thought of us up in that bedroom in Hollywood. I was taking him from behind and I came so hard, I squirted. He was helping me along though. He never lost a beat. "I remember you told me you thought you has a peeing problem," Johnny Joked.

After the concert, the fans were aggressive, and I know a lot of women think I am too fat and not good enough to be with them. One of them even said, "Johnny, lose the fatass and get with me." It really hurt my feelings, and one Barbie looking girl shoved me, and if it wasn't for Sean, I would have fallen. He pulled me on the bus and then Johnny. I just cried silently all the way to the hotel. "Don't cry babe," he told me.

"Please don't cry," he told me.
"It's just that I have to deal with those women all of the time."
"Maybe you shOuld quit what you do."
"But I love making a woman like me feel her best. I want to make her feel beautiful."
"Then specialize in it. You still don't service that lawyer."
"No. He has moved to Arizona."
"Good."

He orders from room service and then he began kissing me. He ran his hands under my shirt, I take off this necklaces and lay them on the stand by the bed. I took his shirt off and the tee shirt under it, He was playing with the back of my bra. "I love this one," he says. "It's my favorite. It makes me feel pretty." He told me a bra shouldn't do that as he took one of my breasts and played with it. He was really concentrating on my nipples. He kissed down my belly and imitated oral sex in my navel. I said, "Lower, Johnny." He made a maniacal laugh and teased me some more. He did for about five minutes, then he said, "You've been a good girl." He went down on me. "For waxing people, you keep a nice bush," he moaned. "I like it." I waxed so many people there just not time.  My girls made waxing appointments. Not because of me, but because pubic hair was taboo for the under 30 set. It's the social norm of sorts. He began licking me softly but then fingers got involved and I screamed his name so loud he joked that everyone would know we were staying here. He then said, "You'll blow my cover!" I laughed. He then asked me sweetly to repay the favor. He leaned back and said, "Now this is nice,". He stopped me before he came and put me on top of him. I movedup and down kissing his neck, lips, ears, top of his chest. Pretty soon I began to come. Johnny helped me along and pretty soon between the kisses I was moaning his name deliriously. After he comes he said, "I just love when I get you to that point." I kissed him. I eased myself off of him and gush all over him, the bed. "This was so close to the first time we did it,". I told him. "I never want to lose this," he said grabbing my wrists. I told him "Same." He kissed the top of my head and said, "Now, we sleep."

I fell asleep on his arms. I always felt safe there.