"Rekker likes touching my soft skin everywhere. Arms, hair and loves biting me. He can be a rough bastard in bed and I love it. Some of the other band members have said he's my socker pappa---my sugar daddy. Rich famous guitarist who lives in LA in the Hills, has a sports car and fancy mansion. He also has a fucking awesome music studio filled with loads of guitars which he makes."

Bjorn could gush about his ginger bastard all day to whomever because he was in love. Truly. What started as an argument then turned into a breakdown in the elevator morphed into a sex frenzy which turned into love. Something along those lines anyway. A fucking crazy ride!

"Oh, so you are both? An inter kön? Intersex? Both cock and cunt? Mick is a very lucky boy to have you, Ziggy. Does he prefer cunt or cock? I love to ask these sorts of things."

Pulling out a block of coke from his jacket pocket, which Hans had hidden the day before, Bjorn placed it onto the table so Ziggy could cut a few lines if he wanted. Coke before nails sounded a good plan.

"Fancy some lines before we start, honey?"