Chapter 107

"Really? Is that where all those fictions come from?" Richie's palm slid along her silk covered leg as he leaned in to murmur "from simple pictures?"

She shivered as his calluses slid along her skin. "It's not just simple pictures though. It's that dark look you have sometimes," she felt the blush rising higher, "And some from some of the clothes ya wear. Very revealing really."

"Pictures can do that to ya? Which clothes?"

She glanced at Geena with a help me here look and bit her lip. "Can I plead the fifth now?"

'There's some secrets a guttergirl just has to keep to herself, " Geena grinned.

Bri nodded rapidly. "Just like you guys, Secrets to the grave."

Richie snorted, " So you girls ain't gonna tell us. Maybe we need to go trolling on your board then?"

"That won't tell ya much it could be any pic and any piece of clothing from the last ohhh twenty seven years? " Geena winked as she teased the two men who were watching their new wives curiously.

Bri plastered a smile on her face and laughed, "I already told you the little I was gonna tell ya back when we first met. Lets leave it at that, ok Rich?"

Richie looked at Jon and grumbled, " Could use you're help here man. Yea you mentioned something about one little picture, something about my swimming attire a zillion years ago."

Geena giggled, "Swimming attire?"

Her eyes rolled as she reached up to tap Richie's forehead, "Not just a swim suit like you wear now honey. Red speedos.. tight red speedos.."

Richie's eyes nearly bugged out as Geena started laughing " The ones that showed everything. The play of light on speedos... very revealing to gutter girls."

Jon started to laugh, "but he was just a skinny kid then."

"That part aint skinny now, wasn’t skinny then Kidd."

She sighed in relief as the hotel came into view. She had the door open and was out of the car before it came to a full halt. She had to find her laptop and start archiving pictures before Richie got curious enough to really search through her entire stash. There was that one folder.....

Richie chuckled as he shot a look to Geena. " The pictures that bad?"

Geena feigned a straight face and muttered, "A gutter girl never rats out on her sista .” She knew exactly what Bri was up to. She understood Bri like she understood herself. It was time to get rid of all proof. Geena hurried and climbed out hot on the heels of her friend.

Bri didn't wait for Richie, She knew he'd take a few minutes to square travel arrangements with Jon. Heading to the elevator she slipped in and pushed the button, her only aim to remove a few desktops and pictures to a external drive she had. Hell she didnt need the desktops now. She coudl look at him every day live, which was fuckin' better by far.

She slipped into their room, quickly glanced around to make sure everything was already packed, then settled at the little table she'd put her laptop on. Booting up she plugged in the external and started the move of all Jovi related items to the little external safety drive. "Thank god for fast computers, thank god the move will go fast."

She glanced over her shoulder, hoping she got done before he stepped in, her eyes on the steady movement of the progress bar. Grinning, she muttered, "No way is he getting this info. No way."

As he opened the door he saw his wife bent over her laptop clicking away, so entranced in what she was doing that she didn't know he had walked in. He silently padded across the room and gazed over her shoulder and chuckled against her ear. " So THIS is what you didn't want me to see?"

She squeaked as his arms came down around her his hand palming the micro mouse as he started clicking. Glancing up she feigned innocence. "Ummm no?"

"Uh huh what's this? No lying on our wedding day darlin', " Richie teased as he tried to get a better view of what she was trying to hide. He knew if he could just study the images for a few he'd figure it out. Women's minds, although elusive, could be figured out. Sometimes.

She sighed and slid over, her eyes closing as he pulled a chair up beside her. "All I needed was for you to have more ammo."

Richie sat down and started clicking "Wow, you do have a LOT of pictures. You musta liked this guy huh? " Richie glanced at Bri and winked.

"That a bad thing?"

"No not at all." He kept clicking, his eyes widening at the amount of pictures from every single year of his life it seemed. "Baby, you have more pics of me than my ma. Why hide them though? I think we could have fun with your fantasies darlin," He leaned over to nip her ear lobe. "Lots of fun indeed."

She turned to watch him and shook her head. "You are the fantasy Rich. Its just there were always certain looks, or hell, clothes, hair, I dunno, certain things that just made me feel all twitchy. But now? You're better than the 2d pictures, you make all those things I used to think seem so silly."

She sighed slightly as she corralled her thoughts. "I mean, you're just better than anything I ever imagined, but hell I won't promise what will happen to you if you wear that kinda leather, or let your lil goatee grow, and I swear to god you EVER bring THAT one hat home I wont be held responsible."

Richie smirked, "note to self wear leather, grow a goatee and wear that certain hat."

She managed a grin as he said the words, "Mmmm you own so many though."

'I'll figure it out, just give me a few darlin'. I always do."

She leaned back in her chair and watched him scan the pictures. It was all there if he paid enough attention, the dark and dangerous look from bounce crush era with the hair, the tight denims and even tighter leathers, the stetson. Hell that one stetson could fuel enough fantasies to fill a ship. Each of the special pics in that one folder were all things that made her antsy, even the one that show cased that one freckle on his neck. "Well you can try, but even YOU can't figure out the workings of EVERY woman’s brain."

"You sure 'bout that?" He clicked back and forth until a smile spread on his face. I can at least get her with that. He stood up and went to one of his large bags. Leaning over he opened it and slid out the hat before placing it on his head. "Would it be this one darlin'? " Out of all the hats he had, this one was special This one he kept that one close to him. He had worn it for years. It was his lucky stetson, it was his orginal stetson. The others were with his wardrobe for the shows. but this one he always kept close.

She risked a glance upwards and squeaked. Fuck him, he had it with him? She felt her pulse race as she stood and moved towards him, her arm lifting as fingers lightly traced over those tiny silver medallions. "Same one from the 80's." She felt her pulse flutter as he moved to tilt it rakishly over his eyes.

"Yes, ma'am it is."

She trembled as her hands slid down to encircle his waist. "Well that would be the hat."