Regency Romance: The Rake's Fake Marriage (Historical Arranged Marriage Romance) (19th Century Victorian Romance) by Sarah Thorn Page B
Authors: Sarah Thorn
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loved or hated. He was known in every household young or old.
It wasn't his music that had made him known to the older generation; it was Josh's ongoing feud with the Prime Minister. Josh wasn't a supporter of any party; he was on the side of fairness and honesty. One day the Prime Minister had said that the popular entertainment business was corrupting young kids into using drugs and alcohol. A journalist had asked Josh for his view on the Prime Minister's statement, and Josh had gone to town. He'd told the journalist that the Prime Minister was using words from the nineteen sixties and that he was a prude, and had done nothing for young people who happened to have the highest rate of unemployment in any category. He'd also cited the Prime Minister's reputation as a womanizer as not being a good example for young men. Once Josh had made it personal, the Prime Minister was out to get him and ruin him. But it was impossible. The kids loved him, and so did a lot of older people.
Josh threw his microphone stand in the air and caught it again. ''Hello Birmingham. How are you doing?'' The crowd erupted. ''What do with think of that asshole in number ten?'' he shouted. The stadium booed. 'What?'' the booing became louder.
When the first song started the crowd sang along, it was word perfect. It had been a number one hit in the UK charts for weeks.
Trish and Poppy were bouncing up and down at the front singing as loudly as they were able. They'd queued for hours to make sure they got a place at the front. From where they were, they could see him very well. As he sung and danced, the two shouted his name. ''Josh we're here. Come and get us.'' Poppy's breasts bounced up and down in her vest as she jumped in time to the beat. ''Oh my God, he's so good looking. Look, Trish, look how well hung he is.''
''Oh my God yes. Jesus,'' Trish said. ''I bet he's got a whopper.''
The last song Josh sang was a rock ballad about a young man's first love and how she jilted him. Trish and Poppy cried at the lyrics and the sound of Josh's voice as it hit the top note. ''Oh God,'' Trish shouted unable to contain herself. ''Josh come here and kiss me, ''
Poppy screamed. ''Josh we love you. We'll always love you.''
Josh came and went and sang an encore. When he left the stage altogether, people began to file out of the stadium. But Trish and Poppy were determined. They were both eighteen and blonde, with large breasts and great bodies. ''If we hang around maybe he'll notice us,'' Poppy said.
''I just wanna shag him. He makes me so.......'' She didn't finish her sentence. A huge black man leaned over the barrier and waved to them.
''Josh wants you to come backstage.''
The girls screamed. Trish began to cry. ''No way?''
''Yes. He wants to talk to you two. Jump over the barrier.'' He caught them when they reached the other side. Trish was wearing jeans, but Poppy had more trouble in a skimpy skirt.
''Oh my God, that's him,'' Trish cried when they got to a large room behind the stage.
Josh saw them in the distance and walked over to them. ''Alright ladies? You two are gorgeous. I heard you shouting at me. So you love me do you?''
The two were now a little shy. Here was a man who had taken the world by storm, a man who flew all over the world and who was unimaginably handsome and rich . ''Yes we love you, Josh. You're great . Your music is so cool,'' Trish said.
''Yes Josh, we do love you. You're great for young people in our country.''
''So why don't you two come and have a drink with me and the boys. Would you like that?'' The girls looked at each other unable to hide their excitement.
''Oh my God,'' Trish whispered to Holly. ''Do you think he wants to .......you know?''
''I dunno. He can't come with both of us. Can he?'' Poppy said.
''I suppose he could if wanted to. But that would make us a bit lesbian as well,'' Trish observed.
''I don't give a dam. If he wants me, I don't care if I've got to see you naked as well.''
''Jesus Poppy, you
It wasn't his music that had made him known to the older generation; it was Josh's ongoing feud with the Prime Minister. Josh wasn't a supporter of any party; he was on the side of fairness and honesty. One day the Prime Minister had said that the popular entertainment business was corrupting young kids into using drugs and alcohol. A journalist had asked Josh for his view on the Prime Minister's statement, and Josh had gone to town. He'd told the journalist that the Prime Minister was using words from the nineteen sixties and that he was a prude, and had done nothing for young people who happened to have the highest rate of unemployment in any category. He'd also cited the Prime Minister's reputation as a womanizer as not being a good example for young men. Once Josh had made it personal, the Prime Minister was out to get him and ruin him. But it was impossible. The kids loved him, and so did a lot of older people.
Josh threw his microphone stand in the air and caught it again. ''Hello Birmingham. How are you doing?'' The crowd erupted. ''What do with think of that asshole in number ten?'' he shouted. The stadium booed. 'What?'' the booing became louder.
When the first song started the crowd sang along, it was word perfect. It had been a number one hit in the UK charts for weeks.
Trish and Poppy were bouncing up and down at the front singing as loudly as they were able. They'd queued for hours to make sure they got a place at the front. From where they were, they could see him very well. As he sung and danced, the two shouted his name. ''Josh we're here. Come and get us.'' Poppy's breasts bounced up and down in her vest as she jumped in time to the beat. ''Oh my God, he's so good looking. Look, Trish, look how well hung he is.''
''Oh my God yes. Jesus,'' Trish said. ''I bet he's got a whopper.''
The last song Josh sang was a rock ballad about a young man's first love and how she jilted him. Trish and Poppy cried at the lyrics and the sound of Josh's voice as it hit the top note. ''Oh God,'' Trish shouted unable to contain herself. ''Josh come here and kiss me, ''
Poppy screamed. ''Josh we love you. We'll always love you.''
Josh came and went and sang an encore. When he left the stage altogether, people began to file out of the stadium. But Trish and Poppy were determined. They were both eighteen and blonde, with large breasts and great bodies. ''If we hang around maybe he'll notice us,'' Poppy said.
''I just wanna shag him. He makes me so.......'' She didn't finish her sentence. A huge black man leaned over the barrier and waved to them.
''Josh wants you to come backstage.''
The girls screamed. Trish began to cry. ''No way?''
''Yes. He wants to talk to you two. Jump over the barrier.'' He caught them when they reached the other side. Trish was wearing jeans, but Poppy had more trouble in a skimpy skirt.
''Oh my God, that's him,'' Trish cried when they got to a large room behind the stage.
Josh saw them in the distance and walked over to them. ''Alright ladies? You two are gorgeous. I heard you shouting at me. So you love me do you?''
The two were now a little shy. Here was a man who had taken the world by storm, a man who flew all over the world and who was unimaginably handsome and rich . ''Yes we love you, Josh. You're great . Your music is so cool,'' Trish said.
''Yes Josh, we do love you. You're great for young people in our country.''
''So why don't you two come and have a drink with me and the boys. Would you like that?'' The girls looked at each other unable to hide their excitement.
''Oh my God,'' Trish whispered to Holly. ''Do you think he wants to .......you know?''
''I dunno. He can't come with both of us. Can he?'' Poppy said.
''I suppose he could if wanted to. But that would make us a bit lesbian as well,'' Trish observed.
''I don't give a dam. If he wants me, I don't care if I've got to see you naked as well.''
''Jesus Poppy, you
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