It looked like they were getting ready to leave. I started to rock back and forth on my ass as I watched them. Glancing around, I noticed no one was r...eally looking at me. They were all in their own worlds, enjoying the heat and the sun and the sound of the waves. Maybe they wouldn't even notice if I was just in my bikini. Maybe it would be like I was invisible or something. "Ugh," I groaned. Closing my eyes and gathering myself, I thought about things. Why did I ever tell him know about all. Mother Munroe said, "Those chairs are a little old for two, dear." Yes, Mom. It's just that he deserves it." She kissed me hard and returned to her chair."It's fun to see my 'daughter' enjoy her upcoming marriage and its surprises so much." She grinned. "I'll even help you maintain the fiction of separate bedrooms over that weekend."My eyes widened. Mother Munroe continued, "I believe my daughter when she said it's been innocent but the world would look at you two and never buy it."I was. His body suddenly jerked in a pleasure spasm as his new long fingernails brushed his super sensitive labia by mistake. "Whew!' Jon thought. "Same thrill, but different equipment!"Suspicions were starting to come to realization. It was a nagging thought that maybe he had been set up for this all along? The endless line of easy women, weird corporate management and super secret biometric experiments all concluded that there was a hidden agenda going on.His thoughts were brought back to earth with. Followed by the constant flood of tours, press dates, functions, and awards shows, Jake’s popularity skyrocketed, and with it went all of Jake’s privacy. After a few successful albums, Jake started to regret his façade. This tour had been different for that reason – Jake started to break out of his shell. He stopped dating the phony A-list girls, stopped wearing the fancy clothes, and his hair became shaggy and tousled. Fortunately for his music, and unfortunately for his personal life, his.