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The Guilt Will Kill You

Date: 12/27/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 95.2, Source: sexstories.com

that?” “Like it?” “That's not the point. Why did you write that song about me?” “I wrote it for you.” “Why?” “Because guilt is killing you, Wolfie. Your friends are gone, yes, but you have a life to live, a gift to share.” “My life is over. I told you – yesterday's news. Why don't you get that?” “Because it's not true. You have talent. You should be out performing. You should pursue your dream about those studios.” “The garage band project? I think about that sometimes. You and Granny are the kind of people who would benefit from it.” “Maybe not Granny. She doesn't leave the house much.” “Oh? Who did she kill?” “It's nothing like that. She's afraid. She got attacked. A guy tried to rape her, but she fought him off.” “That's rough,” Wolfie said. “She works from home where she has locks and an alarm system, so she's okay there. That's why I go to see her. She's almost as much of a hermit as you.” “Sounds like she has her reasons.” “I expected that from you, Wolfie.” “You know my story.” “Yeah, and it frustrates the hell out of me. You and Granny both do. You people need to get on with your lives.” “It's not that easy.” “Yes it is. You just get up in the morning and do it. I tell Granny that all the time.” “You know nothing about pain or guilt or fear, Pietra.” “You're wrong. I went through some real shit as a kid. Dad left, Mom drank, I did stuff I shouldn’t have, but I survived. That's one of the reasons I love music. It's my escape. If you let it, music can be very healing, ... you know.” “Music is the reason my best friend and the woman I loved are dead.” “No, drunk driving is the reason. They got on Duke’s bike when they were impaired.” “I bought the damn booze!” “I can't feel what you feel, but I understand your words. You have to stop hiding from the world. Like it says in my song – the guilt will kill you. You need to get out of this wolf den of yours and re-join the living. People will like your music again.” “You expect me to play in front of people?” “You should.” “I can't,” he insisted. “Why not?” “I’m scared, dammit! I don’t want to face people who know what happened, and I sure as hell don’t want to play in front of them.” “You play in front of me.” “That's different.” “How?” “Because you stumbled into my life, uninvited I might add, but your musical ability works for what I'm doing.” “And you like me,” she teased. He paused a little too long. “I didn't say that.” “Whatever. You seemed to like me just fine last weekend,” she giggled. “So, what do you want to do today?” “I was going to try brainstorming something new, but maybe we can work with your song. You have a lot of talent. So does Granny, so let's see if we can do something with it.” “You’re mad at me for writing it, but you want to work on it?” He shrugged. “Don’t know how you do it, but you make it hard to stay mad at you.” They spent the day on Red's song, laying down tracks of instruments and adding Wolfie's vocals to the chorus. “This would sound a lot better if Lisa's part was ...