POV Roger

After the long holiday Valentine's Day began to prepare for the return of the tour with the band.

On February 20, Bri, Freddie, Deacy, Vick, our manager, our personal assistants, as Crystal and I embarked for Germany. I'll be one month doing shows. I feel greatly missed Yasmine. She said that one day when you can follow a tour with the band, but at the moment there is her work, the French course.

The band toured in several German cities. Then embarked for Portugal and then Spain. As always there was the famous parties after the shows with lots of food, drink and tasty strippers. Despite the temptation to be strong, I resisted. I confess that I almost betrayal Yasmine with a hot blonde stripper. This happened in Madrid, the night of the last show. The next afternoon we would go back to London. There were many strippers and Freddie got several. This hot blonde stripper was completely naked and sat on my lap. I was drinking beer and smoking at the bar. Brian was not at the party. After the show he went to a motel with Vick.

The blonde teased me in every way. He ran his hand on my crotch, rubbing his hot ass toward my penis that was already bursting with boner. I looked at the full mouth of hot and dirty blond. Almost kissed her and thought up to go to the motel with her, but if I did and my betrayal was discovered never Yasmine would look in my face. Remembering my fiancee quickly took the top stripper me and I went toward the exit.

I saw Freddie grabbing a hot brunette. They were almost finally do you understand me. I decided not to call my friend. After Freddie finds a way and back to the hotel. Crystal my personal assistant was grabbing a redhead when I signal to him saying that he would be going to the hotel. I looked for Deacy. I saw him until just now and suddenly disappeared. I hope he has gone and is not doing stupid things.

I left the party and took a taxi. It was two in the morning. I was only two hours here. If I stayed more shit I do not want to imagine the great consequences. Imagine if I betray Yasmine and she would never forgive me? We were separated by almost a year thinking she had betrayed me and the pain was immense without her having betrayed me, imagine the betrayal of me. She never look at me.

Upon arriving at the hotel I go to the bathroom and take a picture of Yasmine only with that sexy bikini when she did advertising for bikini brand. I masturbate looking at her picture. Holy shit princess. A month without you and I'm already crazy. What a crazy desire to make love / have sex with you right now. Little miss. Tomorrow I'll be back in London and I will have my princess you.

After masturbated, I smoked another cigarette. On tour I enjoy and smoke too much, after all Yasmine is not around. When I'm with her always smoke less. I decided to take a bath. I was a little drunk too.

I took a shower and then I opened my bag and took out the personalized pillow Yasmine gave of Valentine's Day gift. I smiled to see our photo. My hair was longer. She loves my long hair. I decided to let it grow again, just because of her. But after I cut off again. I will not be with long hair for the rest of my life. Bri already said never cut the mane he calls hair. Secure the pillow smiling and kissing our photo. The pillow with me on trips, but do not sleep with him. It is a pillow for garnish, I also let him in my bed.

- I love you too, princess and I'll do anything, no matter what the temptation is great, I will do everything to never betray you. You are the woman of my life, the most beautiful and delicious.

Kiss again the pillow. Then I went to bed and took a picture of my hot bridal bikini and put down the hotel pillow.

- So I'll dream bikini my love. - Smile falling asleep quickly.

The next morning got up at nine in the morning with a headache. Damn it. I drank too much. These parties are sensational, but then gets a hangover. I advantage and already took a shower and made my oral hygiene. Our flight back to London will leave at five o'clock.

After I finished showering someone knocks on my door.

- Who is it? - I ask.

- Roger, is the Crystal, let's have coffee. It's almost ten o'clock. We have half an hour just for coffee.

- I'm already leaving. - said.

Then I opened the door and went with Crystal towards the hotel restaurant. Had a table reserved for the band. Everyone was already there.

I sat wishing good morning everyone.

They all said good day, but each was in a deplorable state. Brian and Vick were sleepy. Looks like their night was intense. Freddie yawned, complained of headache, even after taking a medicine and was a little scout.

- When you get to London I sleep twelve hours straight. - he said. - I do not want interviews, photo shoot or anything. I'm tired.

Our entrepreneur second Crystal had already made coffee and was book a restaurant for lunch before going to the airport.

I took a cup of coffee with milk, ate bread and cheese, cake, among other things. I looked at Deacy and realized that it was what was more physically finished. He napped the table, had sunken eyes and red as if he were crying.

- Deacy? Wake up. - I say smiling at him.

He opens his eyes frightened. Then collects himself and takes his breakfast.

- Looks like you're more sleep than me. I returned at two in the morning to the hotel. You came what time? - I ask him.

- I arrived at half past four in the morning. - He said thoughtfully and say how sad. - I do not feel well.

- Of course not. I imagine the hangover you're feeling. - I said.

Freddie drank coffee in silence and realized Games glances between Deacy and him, but I kept quiet. Something happened and I will find out. I know Freddie, Bri and Deacy with the palm of my hand. Despite our stupid fights that often have, they are as if they were my brothers.

- Glad I'm not hungover like you. I spent the night with my beautiful girlfriend and I do not regret. My night was amazing next to my beautiful love. - Brian said smiling.

- Bri, this is so to speak in front of the boys? - Said Vick embarrassed. - There is no problem, my love. - Brian said smiling malicious.

- But I bet the two are very sleepy. - I smiled at them. - I miss Yasmine. I'm already about to go insane without having it with me. I dreamed of her that night. - Made silly smile.

- And can you tell us how was this dream, my friend? - He asked Vick smiling raising her eyebrows.

- I'm sorry, but this dream can not count. - Cheeky smile. - I can only say that anxiety increases. Just thinking about that night I will have in my arms after a month is wonderful.

Freddie always likes to talk was quiet, thoughtful. Deacy then looked like he was on another planet. He was totally oblivious to all the talk of the table.

- Freddie and Deacy, what do you have? They are quiet, quiet. What happened? - I ask.

- It's all normal, Rog. - She said Freddie having a cup of coffee and lighting a cigarette.

- I'm tired, Rog. - Deacy said.

I looked at my friend and I realized that he was hiding something else. I took a pocket cigarette and also lit. Then Crystal and Deacy started smoking too.

- I do not know how you smoke this crap. - Brian said. - Smoking is very bad health. Roger you graduated in Biology and know how much nicotine is bad for the body.

- I know every detail the effects that nicotine causes the body. - I said taking a drag on his cigarette. - I swear I've tried to quit smoking but can not.

- Make an effort all of you and stop smoking that crap. - Said Brian angry. - I do not want to see my sick friends.

We were silent for a while. Bri is right. Cigarette smoking harms to sexual performance. I think broxando at the last minute with Yasmine and her dismissing me, looking for another guy? I was afraid to think about it.

After a time Vick said:

- Boys I'll finish to pack my suitcase and get some rest. We see you in the lobby at one o'clock.

Brian kisses Vick's lips and it leaves our presence going to your room.

After Vick totally disappeared from our sight Deacy said:

- Bri, Rog, I need to talk to you. Crystal and Freddie already know what it is. I need to vent with you.

'I knew something was wrong. - I said. - Freddie and you are very mysterious. What happened, Deacy?

At that moment Deacy looks at all of us and starts to cry like a child. He even sobbed.

- What was my brother? - I touched his arm concerned.

- Rog, this morning I was late at the party and Crystal was the redhead and Freddie with the brunette. I betray Veronica.

- Oh my God! - Exclaimed Brian. - Have you done that?

- I did, Bri. - Deacy back crying.

- This is unbelievable, coming from you that has always been true to Veronica. - I say amazed. - So I did not see you. You went to a motel with a stripper?

- I was not the motel one, Rog. I slept with a black hair stripper in the bathroom. Now remorse consumes me. Veronica did not deserve it. - Deacy cry like a child. - I could not stand the temptation. After Veronica had Michael not done more sex, because she was recovering from the delivery, it had been a long time not transávamos, due to the advanced pregnancy. I could not resist.

- And you protected? Use a condom? - I asked alarmed.

- Yes, I used a condom. - He cried. - If Veronica know she will never forgive me. I hope you have not had paparazzi this party and has seen me in the men's room with the stripper.

- This is very serious, Deacy. - I talked. - If you hid believe some paparazzi saw you with the stripper.

- Let's hope that this has not occurred even some paparazzi have seen Deacy and stripper. - Said Freddie.

- I do not want to end my marriage because of my fault. Veronica is the woman of my life. Robert and Michael are my life. I wanna die. - Deacy was desperate.

- Deacy listen well: Freddie, Bri, Crystal and I will not comment this with anyone, okay? It will be our secret, a pact, okay? You agree?

The others agreed.

- I hope you do not judge me. - Deacy said worried.

- I will not judge you, brother. Yesterday we had stayed a little longer in the party have betrayed Yasmine too, and this time there would be lost. Now is keep calm and you pretend to Veronica that nothing happened, that everything is normal. I know it's difficult, but will have to do this.

Deacy cried a lot and we consoled.

Around eleven thirty in the morning our manager came and said that we have a reservation at a restaurant near the hotel one thirty in the afternoon for lunch.

Around one o'clock we were in the lobby and had made the check-out. There were two limousines waiting for us in front of the hotel. We entered the vehicle and went to the restaurant.

We stayed at the restaurant until three fifteen in the afternoon and from there we went to the airport. We got three and a half at the airport, checked in and then dispatched our bags. Fans watched us, but we did not messed up. Soon we will have two jets planes for the band, so we travel on tour. Two jets because Freddie, Bri, Deacy and I agreed that no more will travel the four together, but the two because if there is a crash and die two members will be left the other two to continue the QUEEN. It is macabre, bizarre to say this, but since we agreed to do this.

Five o'clock our flight took off toward London.

At seven-thirty we got to London. Layla was in the car and gave Brian ride him, Vick, Freddie and Deacy. The wife of my manager was waiting and also gave him a ride.

Yasmine expected me happy and kissed me passionately with many memories. We held each other tightly. She greeted everyone strongly.

- How many miss you, my princess! My life! - I said petting my bride.

- Many miss you too my life. My love. - She smiled petting my hair. - Your hair is bigger, the way I like.

- I promised I would let my hair grow. - I smile in love.

- Good night Crystal, how are you? - I smiled my bride greeting my personal assistant.

- Good night Yasmin. - He smiled. - I'm fine and you?

- Very well. Let's go. I'm your Ferrari my love. Crystal I leave you home. - Yasmine said.

- Do not want to disturb them, I take a taxi. - he said.

- None of you will with us. I'll give you a ride. - My fiancee smiled.

We went to the parking lot. My fiancee drove my Ferrari again. She flew. That's the truth. Crystal was impressed with the way Yasmine drive and praised. She said she drives better than me. Can it?

She left Crystal in your home and then went to the mansion with me. She will spend the night with me. She came out a little early from work to pick me up at the airport.

We arrived at the mansion and she was making a tasty dinner for us. I change clothes, relax a little. Then we went to dinner. That tasty food. I miss the food to my fiancee. After dinner we stayed in my room dating, smiling, told how was the tour and needless to say we had sex with love three times followed. I greatly missed the love of my life.

Three days after we got Vick scored a photo shoot for the release of the remainder of the tour News of the World. The photographic session lasted all day.

There was a photo in particular that Vick said he was spectacular and will be used as the main picture to the rest of the tour: Freddie is with a colorful striped blouse and a white scarf with black stripes, Deacy is blouse and black jacket, Bri with a blouse and black jacket over it and I with a dark brown shirt collar V with a dark brown leather jacket on top and a gray scarf around his neck. My blonde hair is shoulder length, Peaked and I make a face of evil. I know my face bad not convincing, but I try.

In the evening I go to my house. Yasmine there this time left the French class. I wanted to see her today. Thankfully, tomorrow is Friday. I turn on the television in the main British channel and there are pictures of blonde stripper sexy sitting naked on my lap at the party in Madrid. Legend says Roger Taylor with hot stripper who tried to seduce him, but failed.

Then he showed other pictures I dispensing the hot blonde and leaving the party.

Reporters said that I'm holding up well, that I remain faithful to Yasmine despite the temptations.

Heaven. If the damn paparazzi took pictures of me with the stripper, will they discovered the betrayal of Deacy? Holy shit.

The phone rings my home. I was in my room and answered.

- Roger Taylor, is it?

- WHAT DOES THIS STRIPPER BLONDE NAKED ON YOUR LAP Roger Taylor?

Holy shit. Fucked. Yasmine is screaming on the phone.

P.I.S: who would say that the quietest of the band betrayed wife.

The photo above was imagine that Vick took. And that Roger bad guy, is to laugh kkkk