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           "Well, I got my boots on, got the right 'mount of leather
            And I'm doin' me up with a black collah linnah...." 


          I was humming as I made my way backstage after the concert. I flashed my all-acess pass at the brute guarding the door and walked into the room.
         Immediately, I was hit by sights, sounds, and sensations. A blond boy sitting on the floor laughed uproriously at something the glitter-faced girl with her head in his lap said. A PR woman was shouting, "Darrrrling!" in a voice so much like Fran Escher in Spinal Tap that I had to grin. The flashing of the lights gave the room a feeling of unreality.
         I saw a giant-sized velvet chair off to one side and headed for it.  As I settled back, I felt like Goldilocks in Papa Bear's bed, The chair -- really a lounge that stretched out  far enough to lie down on, -- made me feel tiny. It seemed to wrap itself around me as I lay back to survey the scene.Or maybe  the odd feeling came from the excellent weed I had smoked during "Music Again." 
          I saw Adam immediately, of course. He was the ccenter of a noisy group of fans, publicists, friends, and record company people. He seemed to glow -- I thought I could see sparks flying off him, he was that charasmatic.  Not like the old days. Tommy was harder to locate, but I finally found him, half-sitting on a stool over by the make-up table. He was fiddling around with a Gibson accoustic, matching chords and notes to the musiic that blared out of the speakers and bounced off the walls.
          As I watched, he leaned over and set the guitar carefully on a stand beside him, stood up, and stretched a little. He still wore his stage clothes, and I could see the glitter sparkle around his eyes everytime the lights flashed.   Then, hands in pockets, he meandered over to an unobtrusive side door I hadn't noticed before and slipped through it. Adam kept talking -- I could  feel the post-show adrenaline from where I lay. But his eyes followed Tommy -- or was I imagining it?
           A few minutes later, he proved me right.
          "Gotta go.....nature calls." He stood up as the flashy boy at his feet groaned at the cliche'. He, too, stretched, and I could see the bulge in his pants from across the room. Then he slipped into the same side door that Tommy had entered.

           I must have dozed a few minutes, as the next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes and rubbing them. Thru' the dark, I could see that I was in a small room bereft of furniture aside from the huge, four-poster bed a few feet  from my corner. On it, Adam and Tommy lay side-by-side, facing each other. As I watched, Adam stroked Tommy's cheek.
            "Ah, GB" he moaned softly. "I want you bad."
             Tommy just smiled.
             Adam propped himself up on one elbow, face above Tommy''s, then loweriing until their lips touched. Tommy groaned, and his arms went around Adam's neck. I could see the stiffening in each of them from my seat in the shadows.
             I'm not sure what happened next. I was watching Adam and Tommy share licks, kisses and touches. Clothes were tossed onto the floor, and then Adam's body was on top.  I watched dreamily as he pumped, carefully, gently at first, then more forcefully, and my ears were filled with their labored breatihng, moans, and sighs. Occasionally,  Adam lowered his head to Tommy's and half-whispered something in his ear. Tommy just smiled that enigmatic smile.
            Someitmes it was like seeing a play, as if they were onstage; sometimes I felt far away, like I was looking through the wrong end of a telescope. Other times, I was floating just above them or kneeling by the bed. Once, I thought I was between them. their sweating skin like soaked velvet.
             Without warning, I was back in my dark corner. Both bodies shuddered, almost simultaneously. There was one soft, low, "Ahhhhhhh," and then one of them said the other's name -- just that -- the name.
             And then I heard another name.
              "Jenny?" It was Adam. He had rolled over on his back, Tommy cuddled under one arm. Adam looked directly into my eyes and then repeated --

                "Jenny? Jenny?"
                I opened my eyes. Adam's face was a few inches from mine; he was laughing softly. Then a bejeweled hand appeared in front of my eyes;, and he snapped his fingers.
               "Adam," I whispered. Was I awake or dreamiing, in the "bedroom" or back in the main room? Then my senses kicked in -- the flashing of the lights and  raucous laughter of the after-party filled my head. Adam was grinning like a stoned angel.
               "Oh, you ARE awake! Wow, I invite you backstage when I hit San Diego, and you crash out on me!"
               He pulled me up. I could feel a silver skull ring on his little finger embed itself in my skin. It felt good. It felt like Adam.
             "Come on -- I want you to meet some people, " he said, pulling me toward a velvet couch. "I;ve been telling them stories about you and me in high school. Re. member the night with the parrot?"
             I didn't know what had just happened. I remembered entering the post-show party I remembered sinking into the "Papa Bear chair." Then, in  a flash, I remembered the rest.
            Had it been a dream, I wondered, as Adam pulled me down on his lap. Or the weed? Maybe I had gone down the rabbit hole.
           Just then I saw Tommy. He was half-sitting on a stool by the make-up table, fingering an old Gibson accoustic. As our eyes met, he smiled gently. Then, putting one finger against his lips and holding  my gaze, he made one sound.
            "Shhhhhhhh."