It was perfect.

I stared out at the view. An unobstructed view of the calm waters of the bay. It was quiet here too, with only a handful of cottages dotting the shoreline.

This was the place I would write my next album in. Recover from the last tour and all the hard partying.

Regroup.

Lord knows I’d deserved it. I’d done everything the label wanted. The band. Our manager. Everyone.

Everyone except me.

I felt like I hardly ever did what I really wanted. Hell, I wasn't even sure I knew what that was. It was all about maintaining the image. Keeping everyone else happy.

As much as I loved the music, I had come to hate the other side of it.

Even the groupies were overly demanding. I’d done the whole Rock Star thing. Doling out one night stands like they were going out of style. Kept condoms in business for years. Even enjoyed it. A lot.

But now I just wanted some peace and quiet.

I wanted something real.

I wanted to be away from those people, if nothing else. The grabbers. The hanger ons. Everyone had a hand out. Everyone wanted something.

Even if it was just a ride on my cock, I was tired of it.

Too bad I’d had about three real friends in my life. And all of them from the South End of Boston where I’d grown up.

But they weren’t exactly available for buddy time. They all had families of their own now.

Not like me, who still hadn’t grown up.

Maybe I could tempt them down east with a little beach time at some point. All kids loved the beach, right? And I knew my buddies loved beer. I made sure to send them each a case from every country I toured in.

I’d found some delicious ginger beer in Japan with an owl on the top. A fucking owl. I tried to find the most outrageous names and flavors I could, plus some of the best. But mostly, the over the top ones.

That always gave them a laugh.

I’d already worked out at the gym today. I belonged to a very private facility in South Hampton, near where I was staying while they finished up the house.

That's about all I did really. Worked out, slept, watched TV. Had a few drinks.

It was heavenly.

Lonely as hell, but heavenly.

But soon. Very soon, I would be moving in. Next week actually. Then I could start over. Get settled. Create a home base.

Maybe even meet someone worth introducing the the southie crew.

I stared out the windows over the beach. I’d just met with the designer to approve the last of the plans. Everything was permitted, it was more about finishes now. Now I could just relax, check out the progress.

Take in the scenery.

Speaking of which… hello.

My eyes got wide as a gorgeous girl jogged by.

A really, really gorgeous girl with curves that wouldn’t quit, a golden retriever and what looked like- yes- it was an ancient looking Ramones t-shirt.

And Chuck Taylor's.

Who the hell ran in Chucks?

Not to mention, the girl was bouncing out right out of her sports bra. I whistled to myself in appreciation. The girl was jiggling in all the right places.

Not just a little bit either.

I grinned. I just had to meet this girl. She had already run past the house. She had to come back this way didn't she?

I grabbed a bottle of water and strolled outside to casually 'bump into' her.

I watched her juicy bottom bounce out of view.

It was fine.

I could wait.