Consequences Unforeseen

Copenhagen - 1969

 

Copenhagen - August 1969

The girl lay sleeping on her back, naked and beautiful. She had a smile lingering on her mouth, just confirmation that although she was sleeping, she was content and satisfied. The ten in the morning golden sun streaming in through the half curtained window of the hotel lit up her face and cut a diagonal shadow down between her breasts to her pubic bone.

The fine lines around her eyes confirmed that this girl was now showing that the twenty seven years she carried so well on stage and under the colored lights were less able to hide in the Copenhagen morning sun. On stage she passed as a teenager and the boys (and some of the girls) in the crowd would be hitting on her constantly.

The fact was that the last 10 of her years had been spent on the road, singing, fucking and drinking long into the many nights that the life of a popular music group entailed. They were not main stream but they were good nonetheless. Her name was Jenifer Douglas Doyle. 

Bill Douglas called her with fondness and a play on the Douglas name – ‘Jeni Double D’. She accepted the nick name with good humor because her breasts were anything but large. In fact pert would be the adjective of choice, but what the hell she thought, the name’s catchy and gets a laugh whenever he used it.

 He loved her the only way an 18 year old could love a woman almost 10 years his senior. He loved her with his cock and his heart and his soul.

They had played last night at TivoliGardens on the same bill as the now famous Bee Gees, and were entitled to the standing ovation of the crowd and the Bee Gees themselves. Their rendition of Donovan's “Universal Soldier” had the audience singing loudly along, and at one point Barry Gibb had strolled out onto centre stage and joined the chorus with his usual style and tremendous voice. The crowd went ballistic!

He lay at her side, head held on one hand supported by his elbow. He too was smiling because she was indeed soooo beautiful. Behind the smile though he had his concerns.

He was introduced to her by his musician friend John Douglas Doyle (how's that for co-incidence, he always thought). The three of them shared a common name - Douglas - and the latter two a common last name and yet they could trace no direct bloodline at that time.

She seduced him, enthralled him and used his body to satisfy herself endlessly. Nonetheless, he sometimes felt that he was making love to a relative. It was hard to shake the feeling that he had known this girl for a long long time. Occasionally when she was astride him he could feel her looking in his eyes, but seeing into his mind.

It was well into August, and he needed to get back to bonnie Scotland by the end of the month finalize arrangements to take up the university place hard won with those damned school ‘higher’ exams.

He also needed to honor the contract he'd signed with the RAF to train with them during his time at University in return for six thousand pounds a year – a fucking fortune at that time and way more than Jeni and John could promise him on the road with the band. She had used her body to keep him enthralled so far, but he felt conflicted and abused at the same time. There was love there, he thought, but the pure sexual fulfillment was above all else.

It was time, just time to move back home.

He tugged gently at first on the short hair of her pubis and then more harshly as he said “Wake the fuck up Jeni, we need to talk."

To be continued…