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THE CURSE

   By KATZMAREK(C)

   Chapter Thirteen

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   Michelle had once told him Anna was a real good kisser and Mick couldn't
disagree.  If she had any skill at all besides the tease, the promise of
what might be, surely it was the kiss.  Her whole body seemed to involve
itself in the experience, for she squirmed, undulated and rolled against
him.  Her lips were like satin and imitated the act of coupling - slow,
rolling, but with mounting passion.

   She nudged him gently away and Mick backed off a ways.  Anna looked up
at him smiling, perhaps in triumph, and plucked at some errant facial hair
Mick had left on her mouth.

   "Hmm," she smiled, nodding slowly.  "Yah, is good!"

   Mick felt he'd been graded a mark out of ten.  His mind was in a turmoil
as his lust battled with his sense of right and wrong.  And this was wrong,
so wrong, and likely to end in grief.  "Hmm," she repeated, brushing the
back of her hand over her mouth.  "I think Michelle was right.  You're a
passionate man."

   Mick didn't need the endorsement, but, coming from Anna, he felt no
offence.  But, no woman had caused him to practically come in his pants for
a long, long time.  "You're not comfortable?" she smiled, stating the
obvious.

   He felt a kind of anger that this woman had pulled him over the
boundary. He'd little doubt, also, that one more act of encouragement would
draw him way past and into where he knew he shouldn't be.

   He squirmed away, breaking the contact, and giving himself space to
breathe and collect himself.  Anna sat up, her breasts jiggling beneath her
top, and nodded slowly.  Mick knew he had to regain control of the
situation.

   "Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to do that."

   "It's alright," she shrugged, "it was fun."

   "Still..." he started to say, but ran out of words.

   "Perhaps you should sleep on that side?" she suggested.

   "Yeah, ah, sure."

   It was a long time, however, before he could get off to sleep.

   When Mick finally woke the bed was empty beside him - Emily's crib was
gone and all signs of Anna neatly expunged from the bed.  The pillow was
fluffed and the bedcovers smoothed.  Coffee and toast was placed on a tray
on the side table.

   Later, when he emerged, he saw Freddie was already up and sunning
himself on the deck at the back.  Shades protected his eyes from the light
and he was staring out to sea.

   "Whazzup?" Mick said to his old friend.

   "Hey!" Freddie replied.

   "Want some breakfast?"

   "I'll pass, Mick.  Sore guts!"

   "Ah!"

   "Wiz thinkin'," Freddie continued.  His voice was cracked and he seemed
vague.  "Ah, don't think I'll come to the States," he said.  "Th'missus,
y'know?"

   "Yeah, mate," Mick replied.

   "Figure yid need management there.  Praps, da Yankees know someone?"

   "Sure, mate.  We'll find someone."

   "Yeah, well, sorry, mate."

   "You want me to call Terry for you?"

   "Sh, sure, mate, ah, yeah, ta!"

   Terry eventually arrived with Michelle to pick Freddie up.  Mick and
Michelle threw their arms around each other.  She asked where Anna and
Emily were and Mick told her he thought they'd gone to the park.

   "Tea, black, squeeze of lemon?" Terry said pointedly, and Michelle
scooted off to boil the jug.  "Well?" she asked, once Michelle was gone.

   "He's not coming with us to the States."

   "Thank God!" Terry heaved a sigh of relief.  "Any ideas?"

   "Sabra's company, Sossity Talent Agency - STA, for short."

   "Sossity?"

   "From a song by Jethro Tull," Mick said.  "She loved that song.  Played
it all the time."

   "Ah, Mick?  Not getting nostalgic?"

   "Me?  Nah!  But it'll be good to catch up with her after all these
years...  when she's not in such a hurry.  I'd imagine she'd be pretty good
at her job.  She's has just the right balance of push and shove and
empathy. I reckon The Curse will be in good hands."

   "Hope so," she replied.  "A big ask for such a young band?"

   "The girls'll cope.  We did Japan didn't we, and Europe?"

   "Ah, but America?  Big tour?"

   "Across from the West to the East, then South - finishing in Florida. 
17 dates."

   "Hmm, I like that.  Not too demanding.  Headlining?"

   "First ten shows opening for Blue Rembrandt," he explained.

   "Oh, really!" she laughed.  "How's Anna feel about that?"

   "She's going to play them off the stage," he laughed.

   "Oh, I don't doubt," she smiled in agreement.

   "So, what's wrong with Freddie?" Mick asked.

   "I told you..."

   "No, I mean what's really wrong?  You don't go that colour just because
of a hangover."

   "Liver!" she whispered.

   "Ah!"

   "He hasn't told me.  Thinks he can keep a secret from me," she scoffed.
"He's got to stay off the booze, Mick.  It's going to kill him."

   "Tea?" said Michelle, returning with the cups, "coffee, Mick?"

   After Terry took Freddie home, Michelle came and put her arms around
Mick.

   "Michelle, ah?" he said, disengaging from her, "I'm, ah, thinking of
moving out for a while."

   "Why?" she replied, shocked.

   "Need a little space - time to think, that's all."

   "What about, Mick?  You're not..."

   "Hey?  I'm not saying we should split.  Just a little cooling off,
maybe?"

   "Oh!" she looked down.  "Ah, Anna didn't talk to you, did she?"

   "Some.  She didn't tell me to do this," he explained, "if that's what
you're thinking.  In fact, she suggested a romantic dinner."

   "Yeah?  Well, why not?"

   "I'm not against it," he smiled.  "But what happens the day after?  I
need to work things through."

   "Mick, what happened here last night?  What's going on?"

   "Maybe you need to talk to Anna?  You needn't worry, we're still
friends."

   "Oh!  Where will you go?"

   "Maybe stay at Karen and Junior's place for awhile," he told her.

   "Ok, Mick," she said, apparently choking back tears, "give me a call? 
You want to take Emily out sometime?"

   "Course, sure," he nodded.

   As Mick drove over to Karen's, he wondered why Michelle hadn't been more
upset, hadn't got hysterical, like he assumed she would?  Perhaps she knew
of his plans already and thought it a wise decision?  He knew Michelle and
Anna text each other all the time.  He'd little doubt Michelle had received
a full briefing from Anna before he'd even woken up.

   He thought this was the only logical course of action if The Curse was
to stay together for their tour of the USA.  The dynamics between he,
Michelle and Anna was just too complicated and stressful.  Perhaps Michelle
might visit him alone and they could work through the issues?

   The Curse had to come first, of that he was sure.  This was the best,
and possibly the only, chance they had of breaking it in America and such
opportunities were so rare they had to be siezed.

   Karen and Junior's place was strewn with their presence.  Old prints
dotted the wall - prints he'd never concieve of possessing himself.  It was
far too tidy and the Danish style furniture wasn't to his taste.  The beach
was ok, but Mick wasn't a beach person.  In short, this wasn't Mick's place
and he didn't feel at home here.  The TV was in their bedroom, for Christ
sake, and he didn't feel right about watching it in there.

   The first night, Mick was bored rotten.  He'd left all his guitars at
home and he'd nothng to do.  Karen had a practice drum kit, of course, but
he was hopeless at the drums.  Apart from that, Junior had a workshop with
shelves full of electrical equipment that were mostly incomprehensible.

   Mick did the only thing he could think of - go cruisin'.  He missed his
little flat with its disorder and clutter.  There, he could hide away in
peace with no-one to answer to.  If he felt like a smoke, he'd light one
up, and there were no complaints, demands that he go outside, no hissyfits
and no reproach.

   The Curse was the hottest thing in the country at the present time and,
at the back of his mind, he knew he'd be recognised.  Interviews, music
videos and a song or two in the charts had kept The Curse in the news.

   To be recognised by people young enough to be his children seemed a
strange kind of validation.  Mick knew they'd just as quickly forget, but
that was the business.  Right now they were famous and that's all that
mattered to him at the moment.

   He found himself down the square where young people hang out around
ranks of Japanese coupes.  The Camarro was sure to attract attention and
Mick felt like basking in the admiration.  No matter he was in his fifties
- he'd spent the past year and a half reconnecting with these kids and
hipness knew no age barrier.

   He parked behind a group clustered around a purple customised Skyline
GTR.  Two guys were drinking beer sitting on the bonnet chatting to three
or four girls.  He got out of the car and went to a nearby ice cream
vendor. It wasn't long before he was noticed.  He could feel eyes on him as
he pretended nonchalance.

   Mick leaned against the door of his car licking his ice cream. 
Presently, out of the corner of his eye, two girls came over.  One was a
leggy blond and the other a brunette.  Mick noticed they wore the tights,
short slirt, halter combination that Anna had recently popularised.  High
boots clacked on the flagstones - another Anna touch - and the blond wore a
gold heart on a chain around her neck.

   'Blondie' was wide eyed with excitement but her friend was trying to be
cool, feigning indifference.  Girls always come in pairs, Mick thought to
himself.

   "Whatcha doin'?" the blond asked him.  Mick held up his ice cream.  "Are
you in The Curse?"

   "Yeah!" Mick replied, matter of factly.

   "Oh, yeah, I knew it," the girl continued, "you play guitar!"

   "That's right," Mick smiled, "Mick Johnson."

   "Where's Anna?" the brunette spoke up.  "Is she here?"

   "No, just me!" The girl looked crushed and Mick felt a tinge of
irritation.  Maybe his pulling power wasn't as great as he thought?

   "So, what?" the blond said.  "You just hanging out?"

   "Sure," he replied, brightly, "goin' to the States soon.  Just want a
quick look around before I go."

   "Oh, yeah, I *so* know what you mean." She did, Mick thought?  Like
these girls were in a hot band on the point of an important tour of
America? "When are you getting back?"

   "Coupla months," he shrugged.

   "You making another CD?"

   "One more for our current label.  Then we're free to do what we want."

   'Which one?' Mick found himself wondering.  The blond's height was
disguised by her boots and both their prettiness was covered by a too
lavish use of eye shadow.  Such make up worked better on stage, he thought.
Mick couldn't figure their ages and thought somewhere between 15 and 18. 
The brunette was bustier, rounded, and her midriff betrayed some baby fat.
The blond was a stick - flat chested but with a tight arse accentuated by
her heels.

   "Whatcha doin' now?" the blond asked.

   'It's that easy,' Mick thought, 'like shooting pigs in a barrel.'
"Cruisin', want to come?" he suggested.

   "Sure!" the blond grinned in delight.  The brunette was more reluctant,
but squeezed into the back seat.  Once ensconced in the car, the girls
insisted Mick take them once around the square so all their friends could
see.  He obliged and there was a lot of waving and calling out to clusters
of teenagers before Mick took the road off and towards the sea front. 
"Veronica," said the blond, extending her hand.

   "Tanya," said the brunette.

   "What do you do?" he asked them.

   "School, ah, I'm going to music school."

   "Ah!" She was lying, of course, because there were no 'music schools,'
only courses at university or community colleges.

   "Like her," the brunette insisted, "I'm learning guitar."

   "Great!" Mick smiled.  "You going to play professionally?"

   "Yeah.  I want to be in a band."

   They all want to be in bands, Mick thought, until they realise how much
hard work is involved and how little the public cared.

   Mick found himself heading straight back to Karen's with his 'catch.'
The Camarro was on autopilot, but, really, where else was there to go?  He
crunched up the drive and parked.  The girls grinned in admiration at the
house, although, honestly, it wasn't that grand.  But, there was a beach
and a view and some beer in the fridge.

   He watched them sipping beer stetched out on deck chairs and thought,
'both of them, perhaps?' But was he being too ambitious?  It'd been a good
few years since he'd tried to service two at a time and that'd been an
abject failure - he'd been too high at the time.

   What was he doing, he asked himself as he sat down next to Veronica? 
Some playing out of an old man's fantasy?  These girls could possibly be
underaged and, just by giving them beer, could get him arrested.  But, Mick
was being driven, not by his brain, but something a little lower.

   They chatted about the band and Mick told them of some of his
experiences in Japan and elswhere.  The girls were rapt, as he was sure
they would be.  He got them another beer each and watched as they loosened
up.

   "Where's ya girlfriend?" Tanya asked him.

   "Split - a while ago," he lied.

   "That sucks!" the girl replied as if she gave a shit.

   "Was she cute?" Veronica asked.  Yes she was and Mick told them he
didn't feel like talking about her.  He'd won their sympathy votes, he
could tell.

   "So how come your boyfriends let you out today?" he asked.

   "Oh!" the blond grinned, embarrassed, "we don't have anyone regular."

   "Really?  Use them up and spit them out?"

   "Oh, I never spit them out, honey," Tanya laughed and the girls giggled
together at her obvious double entendre.

   "We'll see," he told them.

   "You think?" Tanya looked from Mick to Veronica in silent communication.

   "You two need to be somewhere?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

   "No, why?"

   "Feel like some fun?"

   'Casual sex was undignified for a 53 year old,' he'd told Anna.  Mick
told himself that dignity was what you made of it.  For the famous, the
greatest fear was that no-one will notice - undignified or not.

   In Mick's hillside villa, Michelle's head rested in Anna's lap.  The
women were watching TV in Anna's room while Emily had her afternoon nap.

   "What do you think Mick's doing?" Michelle asked her friend.

   "He's missing you," Anna told her, "of course!"

   "Think I should ring?"

   "Let him miss you a little more," Anna replied.

   "Why do you think he left?"

   "For The Curse.  It is noble - you should be proud!"

   "I don't feel proud," Michelle replied.

   "Maybe, but the band is staying together and we will conquer America."

   "Is that all that's important?"

   "Michelle?" she said, stroking her hair, "once we get home, all these
things can be solved."

   "Is it that simple?"

   "Yes, it is that simple!"

   Meanwhile, Mick and the two girls sat on Karen and Junior's bed.  It was
a boxy, modernistic thing made from polished recycled timber - possibly
Totara wood, and he hated it.  The spare bed Mick was sleeping on was a
single and too small for what he had in mind, however.

   He rolled them all a joint from the baggee he kept for special
occasions. Soon they were giggling and clearly had a good buzz on.

   But which one, Mick wondered?  The two of them together seemed a mite
impractical but neither appeared inclined to leave the other alone with
him. He lay down in the centre of the bed and the girls arranged themselves
on either side.

   The brunette, Tanya, the one that 'didn't spit it out,' took his
interest first and he leaned over and kissed her.  She responded with a
fair amount of concentration while her friend, Veronica, giggled vacantly
on the other side.

   After some passion from her friend, Mick took a little time out to pace
himself and looked across at the blond.  She was glassy-eyed stoned and
dumb as a chicken and he wanted her either to go, or do something useful
besides stare and giggle to herself.

   But, Veronica had a beautiful, pert little arse and he couldn't resist
copping a feel.

   "You wearing panties?" he asked her, because he couldn't detect any.

   "No, hehe..."

   Her giggling was reaching the irritating stage so he suggested she prove
the absence of knickers.  Still giggling, Veronica hitched down her tights
to her butt crack and Mick pushed his hand inside.  "I still think you're
lying?" he smiled.  Mick was rewarded when she pulled them down a little
further and, sure enough, she wasn't wearing any.

   Amid much laughter from his two teenage groupies, Mick managed to
relieve Veronica of her tights.  Her skin was white, reminding him of
Anna's, and her pussy had a light dusting of blond hair, like Michelle's.
Mick reached in with his tongue and soon the giggling subsided to be
replaced by pants and gasps.

   As he serviced the blond, he felt hands on the zipper of his jeans. 
Fresh air was soon replaced by lips as Tanya began a slow, sexy blowjob. 
Reaching out with his hand he felt bare legs and traced them upwards to an
equally bare pussy.

   'Okay, he thought, the both of them at once!'

   Meanwhile, Michelle luxuriated in the feel of Anna's cool hands as she
gently massaged her back.  Emily had just been fed and Michelle's back was
a little sore.  Anna allowed her fingertips to wander down over her arse
and Michelle shivered at the sensation.

   "D'ya think Mick'll be alright on his own?" she asked.  "Y'know how he
sometimes gets moody and depressed..."

   "Mich, we all go like that sometimes," Anna told her.  "It's how we
create new art."

   "Yeah, I know, but..."

   "Stop worrying about him.  He can look after himself."

   "Sure, I know that.  It's just - the way he was thinking - it kinda
scares me."

   "How so?"

   "Well, look.  First, he's all jealous over you, although I told him not
to be.  Then, with Freddie being sick and having to leave the band..."

   "These things are setbacks, sure, but are you saying Mick hasn't the
life experience to cope?  I think he does very well.  You, know, he told me
about the wild times he had when he was a rock star in the seventies..."

   "He did?"

   "Sure - about the orgies with young girls, the drugs, musicians leaving,
and sometimes they overdose on too many drugs.  Mick told me all about
these things.  See, these things he knows about.  He'll be alright because
he sees the dangers and avoids them."

   "What dangers?  Y'mean drugs, orgies?"

   "Oh, sure.  He wouldn't do any of those things because he has 'values'
and 'ethics'.  Mick said that would be undignified."

   "Mick, doing drugs?" Michelle laughed, "having orgies with young girls?
You kiddin' me?  I know my Mick and I know he wouldn't do any of those
things.  I'm just concerned with his mood, that's all."

   "Ah, his mood?  He will drive around and around in his big car, go home,
and compose a great song for us."

   "That's my Mick," Michelle laughed.  "Another 'Darkside' coming up."

   "Turn over?" Anna said softly.  Michelle turned over onto her back and
Anna stroked her face with the tips of her fingers.  "Your skin feels even
softer tonight," she told her.  "As smooth as fresh cream."

   "Man, you know how to touch, Anna." Anna heaved a leg over till she was
straddling her.  Michelle adjusted her thigh so Anna could grind against
it. "Would you have really screwed Mick, Anna?"

   "No sacrifice too great," she smiled, "nor wound too deep."

   "What's that supposed to mean?"

   "It may not be that great a sacrifice," she explained, "and the wound
would heel.  Mick has a nice body and his penis is a good size for me."

   "Huh?  How would you know?"

   "I peeked," she chuckled, "and I kissed him, of course."

   "Yes, you cheeky bitch.  That wasn't supposed to happen - or was it?"

   "It was harmless," she shrugged.  "I knew he wouldn't go any further."

   "Did you know he would leave, too?" asked Michelle, suddenly suspicious.

   "I didn't know what he would do.  That's the truth.  I suppose I thought
that a possibility because he wouldn't handle the situation.  I think he
will come around, Mich, after he's had a long think."

   "I hope so, Anna, I kinda miss him."

   "Hmm, me, too - uh - touch me, Mich?"

   A week later The Curse assembled for the tour of America.  Beside
Michelle, Anna, Mick and Karen, they were taking only Junior.  All other
crew was being arranged by their new American management, STA, Sabra's
company.

   'The Curse lite,' as Mick dubbed it, flew into LAX to be met by none
other than Sabra herself.  Sabra, dressed casually in sweats and jeans,
hugged her new found daughter - tears welling up in her eyes.  Junior was
next, as her new son in law, and it was only after this extensive
preliminary did she welcome the rest of the band.

   She guided them all to a waiting minibus and they all sped out to the
Valley, where they were to be put up for their stay in Los Angeles.

   The house reminded Mick a little of his villa back home.  It had six
bedrooms, but was a jumble of styles - having been added on over the
succeeding decades since it was built.  Michelle and Anna claimed one room
with Emily, and Karen and Junior another.  Mick said he'd prefer by
himself.

   They were all horribly jetlagged and rested most of the afternoon. 
Sabra got them up about 6 with dinner, then gathered them all in the
lounge.

   "Weird," she said.  "It kind of feels like family, here."

   "We are," Anna told her.

   "More the Blue Ridge Mountains than the Southern Alps?"

   "Huh?" Michelle looked confused.

   "Mick?" Sabra smiled.

   "She means we're more like a Hillbilly band."

   "Oh, like, the whole family plays?"

   "Yeah!"

   "Right," said Sabra.  "Welcome to LA, the USA and STA Management.  I've
seen some videos of you in Japan and I have to say I'm really impressed.  I
think you'll go down well here.  Sony are giving you a healthy promotional
budget so, everything's looking good.  We'll be travelling by bus," she
continued, "across the Midwest so there'll be lots of chances to sightsee.
I have, though, a few rules with our clients.  These are, lay off the
babes, Mick.  Remember the age of consent is generally 18, here, and
forging IDs is an industry."

   "Mick wouldn't..." Michelle started to say.

   "Then Mick has changed a lot over the years."

   "He has!" Michelle told her emphatically.

   "Good.  Next, drugs!  In some of these towns Deputy Barney is just
ichin' to bust a rock and roll band.  We don't need that kind of trouble.
The moral climate here is dangerous, at the moment, so play it safe."

   Following the speech, Sabra announced she'd like to take her daughter
and son in law out to dinner to get acquainted.  Before she left, though,
she took Mick aside.

   "Tell me, Mick, which one are you screwing?"

   "Huh?"

   "Let me guess, Michelle?"

   "You know..."

   "Maybe, but I know your libido, Mick, and you're a hard man to nail to
the porch."

   "Not true."

   "Oh, yes, true!  You think I didn't know about those little adventures
of yours when we were together?"

   "That was then."

   "Yes, and I don't believe a leopard changes his spots, despite the best
of intentions.  Mick, I only want to know to get some idea of the dynamics
in the band.  If tensions develop between the four of you, at least I've
some idea of the cause."

   "Sabra?  I don't do that stuff anymore."

   "I notice you're not sleeping with her, why?"

   "We've had a little, um, trial separation."

   "Oh, sure," she laughed.  "So who was she?"

   "Not me," he declared.

   "Her and Anna?  Oh, fuck, you saying she's Bi?  Mick, y'mean, your
little blond thing cheated on *you*?"

   "Well?"

   "Oh, haha!  Holy, shit, you think you can hold it all together for a
month with that lot going on?  What are you guys, Fleetwood fucking Mac?"

   "Seems like it sometimes," Mick shrugged.

   "Jesus Christ, and you haven't played around?"

   "Not exactly!"

   "I knew you couldn't keep it in your pants," she replied, triumphantly,
"but, I mean what I say.  Just watch Candy in the skin tight pants.  Treat
them all as minors."

   "I don't need the extra trouble, Sabra."

   "Neither do I.  Remember, you get thrown out of the country and they
won't let you back in."

   "I know, I know, don't go on."

   As Sabra, Karen and Junior got up to go, Sabra looked back and smiled at
Mick.

   "Y'know, Mick, age has been generous to you.  You still look just as
good as you did twenty years ago."

   Mick smiled and scratched his jaw.  He had to admit, Sabra looked pretty
good too!

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