me finish.”
As he explained to Christina just how important this “spiritual fulfillment” was, Rocky illustrated his speech by waving his hands in the air. On his left wrist was a solidgold Rolex. On his right pinkie finger, a diamond as big as an almond. Around that wrist, he wore four thick gold bangles. There were more diamonds in his ear and a gold hoop through his left eyebrow. Still, he seemed quite sincere as he introduced Christina to his latest project.
“None of the material stuff matters. It’s all about icicle now,” he said.
“Icicle? Rocky”—Christina leaned forward and put her hand on his arm—“are you talking about some kind of drug?”
Rocky let out a laugh.
“God, no. That’s funny. I am completely clean these days. I swear. Almost … Actually, it’s ISACL: the International Society for the Abolition of Child Labor. Stay there. I want to show you something amazing.”
He jumped up.
Christina couldn’t help remembering the first time Rocky had uttered those words: “I want to show you something amazing.” It was the night she discovered he had a gold bar through the tip of his cock. But this time, Rocky slipped into the suite and returned with his trousers still safely done up. He was carrying a black MacBook. He logged into the hotel’s wireless network and opened up a connection to ISACL’s website.
“I’m telling you, this is such bad stuff,” he said, as he clicked on the photo of a small, sad-eyed orphan. “I knew I had to do something after I met these kids in India. They have no choice but to work for a pittance wherever they can. It’s that or begging, prostitution. They have to work or starve. You can’t believe the conditions they live in, Chrissy. It’d break your heart. Look at that. That’s not a pile of rubbish I’m showing you. It’s this poor child’s home.”
Christina felt her eyes begin to tear up.
“This is just awful,” she said, as Rocky flicked through the pictures, each more shocking than the last. “I will write you a check at once.”
“I’d like you to do more than that,” said Rocky, laying his hand over hers. “You and I meeting on the beach this afternoon, that’s destiny. I’ve been thinking about how I can get the message out to a broader audience. You could be the perfect spokesperson for ISACL. Will you help me make an infomercial?”
Christina put her hand to her throat in surprise.
“Me?”
“Yes. Of course. Not only one of the most beautiful women in the world, but an incredibly caring one too.”
“Are you serious?”
Rocky nodded. “It was your caring heart that made me love you.”
“Wow, Rocky, that’s … of course I’ll do it.”
Christina was delighted to be asked. And her delight only grew when Rocky told her about the other celebrities who had already agreed to take part. The list was like a Who’s Who of Hollywood (her husband excluded). Christina would be in incredible company. To be associated with such a cause could only be good for her profile. She couldn’t wait to tell Marisa.
Rocky proposed a toast to their new association. Christina toasted in water. She’d already had that night’s glass of wine. And then he proposed a walk along the shoreline in the moonlight. Christina agreed. It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear. The moon was nearly full and its cool white light made it almost as bright as day. As they walked, Rocky reached for Christina’s hand. She held his happily. It seemed appropriate. As did allowing him to slip his arm around her waist and pull her close. Friendly. It was lovely to be back in Rocky’s company, as his friend, so many years after they dated and broke up. And she felt so very honored that he had asked her to be in his campaign …
After walking for an hour, they were back at the gates of the hotel.
“Nightcap?” Rocky suggested.
“I can’t,” said Christina. “I told you I have to be up at six.”
“Decaf coffee?” he tried
As he explained to Christina just how important this “spiritual fulfillment” was, Rocky illustrated his speech by waving his hands in the air. On his left wrist was a solidgold Rolex. On his right pinkie finger, a diamond as big as an almond. Around that wrist, he wore four thick gold bangles. There were more diamonds in his ear and a gold hoop through his left eyebrow. Still, he seemed quite sincere as he introduced Christina to his latest project.
“None of the material stuff matters. It’s all about icicle now,” he said.
“Icicle? Rocky”—Christina leaned forward and put her hand on his arm—“are you talking about some kind of drug?”
Rocky let out a laugh.
“God, no. That’s funny. I am completely clean these days. I swear. Almost … Actually, it’s ISACL: the International Society for the Abolition of Child Labor. Stay there. I want to show you something amazing.”
He jumped up.
Christina couldn’t help remembering the first time Rocky had uttered those words: “I want to show you something amazing.” It was the night she discovered he had a gold bar through the tip of his cock. But this time, Rocky slipped into the suite and returned with his trousers still safely done up. He was carrying a black MacBook. He logged into the hotel’s wireless network and opened up a connection to ISACL’s website.
“I’m telling you, this is such bad stuff,” he said, as he clicked on the photo of a small, sad-eyed orphan. “I knew I had to do something after I met these kids in India. They have no choice but to work for a pittance wherever they can. It’s that or begging, prostitution. They have to work or starve. You can’t believe the conditions they live in, Chrissy. It’d break your heart. Look at that. That’s not a pile of rubbish I’m showing you. It’s this poor child’s home.”
Christina felt her eyes begin to tear up.
“This is just awful,” she said, as Rocky flicked through the pictures, each more shocking than the last. “I will write you a check at once.”
“I’d like you to do more than that,” said Rocky, laying his hand over hers. “You and I meeting on the beach this afternoon, that’s destiny. I’ve been thinking about how I can get the message out to a broader audience. You could be the perfect spokesperson for ISACL. Will you help me make an infomercial?”
Christina put her hand to her throat in surprise.
“Me?”
“Yes. Of course. Not only one of the most beautiful women in the world, but an incredibly caring one too.”
“Are you serious?”
Rocky nodded. “It was your caring heart that made me love you.”
“Wow, Rocky, that’s … of course I’ll do it.”
Christina was delighted to be asked. And her delight only grew when Rocky told her about the other celebrities who had already agreed to take part. The list was like a Who’s Who of Hollywood (her husband excluded). Christina would be in incredible company. To be associated with such a cause could only be good for her profile. She couldn’t wait to tell Marisa.
Rocky proposed a toast to their new association. Christina toasted in water. She’d already had that night’s glass of wine. And then he proposed a walk along the shoreline in the moonlight. Christina agreed. It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear. The moon was nearly full and its cool white light made it almost as bright as day. As they walked, Rocky reached for Christina’s hand. She held his happily. It seemed appropriate. As did allowing him to slip his arm around her waist and pull her close. Friendly. It was lovely to be back in Rocky’s company, as his friend, so many years after they dated and broke up. And she felt so very honored that he had asked her to be in his campaign …
After walking for an hour, they were back at the gates of the hotel.
“Nightcap?” Rocky suggested.
“I can’t,” said Christina. “I told you I have to be up at six.”
“Decaf coffee?” he tried
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