Chapter 8

The dark, cherry-colored Rolls Royce Silver Cloud glided silently and regally southbound on the San Diego Freeway, headed for a private hangar near Los Angeles International Airport. The traditional aloofness of the prestige automobile was heightened by the fact that its crushed velvet, maroon side curtains were drawn, affording no view of who might be inside. Only the uniformed chauffeur's cap and face could be glimpsed by other drivers as the sleek machine tooled down the crowded freeway.

Sitting behind the wheel was "Long John" Burns, a seemingly spaced-out hippie with long blond hair (tied back in a "ponytail) and a funky blond mustache. "Long John," however, was Chad Winthrop's invaluable "roadie," the man responsible for all the complicated logistics involved when a major rock act takes to the road.

Skillfully maneuvering the large car with one hand, "Long John" removed the car's intercom microphone from its holder and put it to his lips, his eyes never leaving the road. "Long John to Jetstream. ETA at the ship is now fifteen minutes-give or take an accident or two!" he chuckled.

In the spacious rear compartment of the Rolls, Chad and Lisa reclined comfortably in opposite corners. Lisa was wearing a pair of lightweight headphones and was listening to Elton John's latest album, while Chad was working on a complicated crossword puzzle spread out in front of him on a small table built into the car itself. He picked up his intercom phone and listened to Long John's voice coming from the driver's seat. A smoked glass partition separated the back from the front and, although those in the back part of the car could see what was going on in front, those in front could not view the happenings in the back. After hearing his driver's message, Chad gently nudged Lisa who, after a moment, removed the headphones and smiled at Chad. "What's up?" she said.

"We'll be at the hangar in about fifteen or twenty minutes, babe," Chad replied. Lisa nodded and returned to her music.

As the silken rock sounds of Elton filled Lisa's head with the rock genius's lilting, hard-driving music, Lisa allowed herself to think back on the crazy and almost improbable things that had gone down in the six months since Laurie, Glory, and Pepper had hit town with such a rush.

Within a few weeks, Chad had taken the three young girls into a recording studio and cut several

"demo" records, using his own band-The Cosmic Horde-as instrumental backing for the girl trio. Chad himself had produced the sessions and, after a week of grinding work, pronounced himself satisfied with the results.

His next moved had been to play the girls' demos for his clever manager, Spade Gaffer, a business-wise veteran of the music scene who had engineered Chad's own swift rise to the top of the charts. Gaffer had been extremely impressed with the girls' vitality and sensuous three-part rock harmonies. He'd also loved the name "The Wild Cherries" and decided that he could build a great campaign around it and the girls' association with Chad and his band.

Laurie, Glory, and Pepper had been only too happy to sign management contracts with Gaffer, given the incredible finesse with which he'd handled Chad's career. Pepper had also fallen hard for the youthful-looking Gaffer who, in fact, was close to fifty-five years old. The irrepressible little vixen had made several subtle plays for the rock manager, but he had so far been able to sidestep the issue. It was Gaffer's feeling that business and pleasure did not mix, but he was resigned to the fact that Pepper was obviously determined to prove otherwise.

Within weeks of signing the girls, Gaffer and Chad had secured a solid, longterm recording contract for them with a hot young company called "Throb Records" whose rather double-edged slogan was "If our sounds make you throb-then we're doin' the job!"

Two single records by The Wild Cherries were quickly released, but failed to make a major impact on the pop charts. Their third release, a sexy, insinuating tune called "Cherry Red Blues" was one of those record business rarities-a virtually instant smash success. The swift-moving, savvy Spade Gaffer quickly added the girls to Chad's latest sixty-city American tour as the opening act. The Wild Cherries had proven to be a sensation in person and hit record followed hit record with rapid succession.

Lisa grinned to herself as she thought back on how incredibly fast things had happened for her young sisters during the past six months. They were now an established musical entity of their own and it was not uncommon for young fans-mostly male-to hang out near the mansion hoping to catch a glimpse of the three girls whose pictures were now popping up on the cover of many teen magazines and whose records were jumping into the Top Ten with amazing regularity.

The most satisfying aspect of the entire incredible trip, Lisa thought to herself with justifiable pride, was the fact that their quickly-won fame had not gone to her sisters' heads. They were still the same down-to-earth, fun-loving and completely natural girls they'd been when they first arrived unannounced at the mansion. Oh, they'd become a good deal hipper and more worldly, Lisa mused, but that was to be expected. Even though the girls were now financially independent, they had chosen to stay at the mansion. They wanted to remain part of Chad and Lisa's intimate little family and Chad and Lisa had been extremely happy with their decision. Some day they'd get places of their own-Lisa knew that-but, for now, it was a warm, organic little communal environment which everyone grooved on.

Lisa removed the headphones and smiled over at Chad who was still engrossed in his crossword puzzle. The only problem she and Chad had had to deal with, Lisa thought with a wry grin, was the sexual activities of the hot-blooded twins and the supercharged Pepper. Chad and she had had to make the girls understand that now that they were in the public eye, they had to be as discreet as possible in their private lives. The problem had been touched off by Pepper who had been found balling an attractive middle-aged rock promoter in her dressing room after a concert in Phoenix. It wasn't funny at the time, but now Lisa could look back upon the incident with an inward chuckle. She'd never forget the look on the promoter's face when Lisa, Chad, Laurie and Glory had burst into the dressing room unannounced to find Pepper impaled on the man's stiff cock, his back jammed up against a row of large amplifiers. Pepper was stark naked, while the promoter was completely dressed, save for his expensive slacks which lay in a crumpled heap around his ankles.

Lisa grinned to herself, remembering the look of excruciating embarrassment on the older man's face when they had all walked in. Pepper, being Pepper, had merely giggled, her face flushed with desire and excitement, and continued to skewer her tight little pussy up and down the man's come-slickened cock. "Be with ya in a minute, fans!" Pepper had yelled, but the situation was such that the promoter had completely blown his cool-and his erection. With a groan of dismay, Pepper had watched helplessly as the once iron-hard cock quickly went limp, causing it to pop with a tragic little slurping sound from the girl's steaming cunt.

While the promoter quickly struggled back into his pants, trying to make apologies to Lisa, Chad and the twins (who were hard-pressed to keep from laughing outright), Pepper had wheeled around looking for something to complete the job the poor man had been unable to do. With a little yelp of triumph she had picked up a set of smooth, polished drumsticks and proceeded to insert them as far as she could up into her clasping cunt. Within a few moments she'd brought herself to a roaring climax and, once she'd satisfied her rampant lust, the girl had nonchalantly removed the long sticks from her pussy and offered them up to the now fully dressed promoter. With a strange, almost pathetic expression on his handsome face, the middle-aged man had beaten a hasty retreat from the room. Chad quickly followed the man out to explain a few facts of life about Pepper and to cool out the situation as far as the man's "spreading the word" was concerned. As it turned out, Chad had explained later, the man's lips were sealed: he was married with three children and a no-nonsense wife.

In the meantime, Lisa had taken Pepper into the bathroom of the dressingroom and, while the girl got dressed, her older sister had a firm, but loving, rap about her behavior and how it could easily affect the career of all three sisters. Pepper, an intelligent young girl, understood completely and had acted with perfect propriety ever since. Later, Lisa had had the same kind of discussion with Glory and Laurie and it was agreed all around that all sexual fun and games would involve only members of their "family" and their closest, most trusted friends like Cliff Dengrove and Spade Gaffer who, aside from being a hardnosed rock manager, enjoyed the pleasures of sex (in many forms and varieties) as much, if not more, than the next man.

As the sleek Rolls continued on down the freeway, Lisa suddenly realized that the memories of that crazy scene in the Phoenix dressing room with Pepper had stirred her own easily-aroused passion and, giggling to herself, she could feel that wet, warm stickiness in her crotch which manifested itself at such times. She wriggled her ass around on the seat and, after glancing over at Chad with a smoky, lustful look in her dark eyes, calmly picked up the intercom. "Hey, Long John! When do we make the hangar?"

Lisa grinned as she discerned a trace of a chuckle in the roadie/chauffeur's voice as it came to her through the two-way system. "Uh ... lemme see. Just passed National Boulevard and the traffic's backed up quite a ways. Looks like a bug got in a fight with a Buick-and the bug lost. Oh, I'd say we got us a good fifteen more minutes on the road." There was a brief pause and then: "You got yourself time for ... ah ... another crossword puzzle-or whatever."

Lisa thanked Long John and replaced the phone in its receptacle. She knew that there were would be plenty of time for fooling around once they hit the plane, but when she was horny, she was capable of making it just about anywhere she could find a certain degree of privacy. And God knew that the back seat of the Rolls had seen its share of hot and heavy "quickies" ever since Chad had bought it for her sisters a month ago when their latest record went to #1 on the national charts.

Lisa quickly hiked her tiny micro-skirt up over her hips, but left her juice-drenched lace bikini panties on. Then she cupped her hands over her mouth like a megaphone and, giggling, yelled in Chad's direction: "Bitch in heat! Bitch in heat! Hot dog with a big bone and a long tongue needed urgently! Bitch in heat!"

Chad burst out laughing at Lisa's witty ploy. It was when she did spontaneous things like that that Chad began to seriously consider asking the incredible young woman to marry him. God knew he loved her more than he could remember ever loving any other of the many women he'd been involved with over the years. Maybe someday....

The rock star quickly put away the crossword puzzle and folded the little table back into its side panel receptacle. He looked over at Lisa and grinned teasingly: "Did you say something, little girl?"

Lisa stuck her tongue out at him and, without a word, slid her long legs out on the spacious back seat. She let one leg dangle over the edge of the seat which left her moist crotch widely exposed to his view, the bikini panties excitingly plastered to her delta.

Chad licked his lips. Lisa never failed to arouse him to a quick sexual frenzy no matter how tired or preoccupied he might be-or no matter how recently they had balled. The lean young man slipped out of his suede leather jeans, leaving his multicolored, formfitting tee-shirt on. This was gonna be a quickie, he thought, and he got a special added charge of making it with Lisa with both of them only partially clad.

He got down on his knees on the floor and quickly worked his way to a point where he was crouched beside Lisa's crotch area. He lowered his face until his nose touched the girl's wet panties and he inhaled the musky, erotic woman smell emanating from her obviously hot pussy with delight. After a moment he pressed his face directly into the moist panties and began spearing his hard tongue into her cunt-crease right through the thin material of the underwear.

Lisa moaned softly and, reaching down, began running her long fingers through Chad's fashionably shaggy hair. As his tongue continued to probe and insinuate itself into her pussy-crease she arched her hard ass off the seat of the car and forced her crotch tightly against his face. In a muffled voice Chad gasped: "Hey! You're gonna suffocate me doing things like that!"

Lisa laughed huskily. "Then get off your knees and get your ass-I should say, your cock-in gear. We don't have all that much time and I don't know about you, Rin Tin Tin, but this little bitch is about to pop!"

The horny words had a galvanizing effect on Chad. He pulled his face away from Lisa's heated delta and, taking the crotch area of the panties between two strong fingers, he quickly ripped the fabric into shreds. Lisa's pouting pussy-lips leaped free from their minimal confinement and Chad could feel his cock jump as he looked directly into Lisa's gorgeous pink-lipped slit. The ragged tissues of her love-channel were expanding and contracting like the mouth of a tiny fish gasping for air and it literally drove the young rock star wild with desire.

He knew that Lisa wanted him to dispense with any foreplay and simply ram his massive cock up inside her, but Chad couldn't resist the temptation to eat her out just a little before doing her bidding.

So before Lisa could register any halfhearted objections, he quickly lowered his face back down into the girl's steaming grotto and began sending his tongue on a wild, groan-evoking journey up and down the moist, full-lipped slit.

Lisa let out a muted scream as she felt the tip of Chad's educated tongue begin to flick back and forth urgently against her quickly rising clitoris. Then the man took the erect love button in his mouth and began sucking on it, tugging it back and forth and occasionally nipping at the hard, pulpy piece of sex tissue with his teeth. Lisa screamed again and wrapped her thighs tightly around Chad's head. For a moment he envisioned the woman squeezing his brains to a pulp with the tremendous power of her sexually aroused body.

But Chad continued to lash away at Lisa's cunt with his long tongue, every movement bringing forth ever more erotic shrieks of pleasure from the young woman who writhed beneath him. Finally, spreading her cunt-lips apart with his fingers, Chad thrust his long, hard lingual member straight up into Lisa's clasping vaginal passage. The sleek tongue snaked in as far as possible and Chad tingled with the sensations which shot through his crouched body as the interior muscles of Lisa's pussy leeched and grabbed at his invading tongue. He speared in and out for what seemed to the girl like hours before finally drawing his tongue slowly out of her hole. As his tongue withdrew, the walls of her cunt collapsed against the invader and held it in a vise-like grip. The car was filled with the wet, slippery suctioning noises which emanated from Lisa's pussy as Chad's tongue finally slipped out of her entirely.

Lisa, panting wildly, pulled at Chad's hair in a frantic attempt to drag him up on top of her wriggling, quivering body. Chad, understanding the intensity of arousal to which he had driven the woman, quickly slithered up so that his long, thick rock-hard cock was between Lisa's clutching, widespread legs. "Get ready, babe. Here comes the candy man," Chad whispered softly.

Guiding his cock with one hand, Chad brought the head of his pulsating penis up against the soft, pulpy folds of Lisa's labia. As soon as she felt the presence of her lover's cock, Lisa thrust her ass up off the seat and quickly forced the enormous cockhead between her pussy lips and into her gaping hole itself.

Chad squirmed his body higher up onto Lisa and urgently rammed his cock into her red-hot channel until only his semen-laden balls were outside. As his cock touched bottom, Chad's scrotum slapped hard against Lisa's upturned anal crease. "Ahhh! That's where I want it! Deep! Deep! Deep!" Lisa crooned with satisfaction.

As Chad began to stroke slowly in and out of Lisa's hungry pussy, the girl started moving with him, setting up a rhythmic motion which brought their pubic areas slamming against one another's on every one of Chad's long, forceful downstrokes.

As they pumped ferociously on the plushly upholstered seat of the Rolls, Chad reached his hands up underneath Lisa's sweat-drenched tee-shirt and took loving hold of the girl's hard, swaying breasts. Lisa groaned with delight as Chad began tweaking the hard, erect nipples with his fingers, twirling them around until the girl was gasping with pleasure. Pumping his cock furiously in and out of the seething depths of Lisa's heaving snatch, Chad frantically pushed the tee-shirt up over the girl's wildly heaving breasts so that he could get his mouth in contact with the large, silky-smooth, cone-shaped beauties. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, the man took one of Lisa's delectable boobs into his mouth and began sucking like a hungry baby. Lisa squirmed and moaned as additional sensations shot through her lust-wracked body. Chad quickly switched to the other breast and then began moving from one hard tit to the other, never once missing a stroke with his pistoning cock.

Suddenly Lisa's body began to shake spasmodically and her mouth hung open as she tried to catch her breath. Chad knew that her climax was only a few seconds away and, from the ache in his come-filled balls, he knew that his own roaring orgasm was probably going to hit at the same time. It flashed through his mind that, almost since the first time they balled, he and Lisa invariably came together.

But now he was too involved to let his mind wander back to horny memories of the past. He was fucking away gloriously now-and it was the immediate moments in life which mattered most.

As the Rolls swung off the freeway and headed for the private hangar, Long John, grinning to himself, reached between his legs and briefly fondled his own rock-hard erection. He knew what Chad and Lisa were up to in the back compartment and the knowledge turned him on immensely. But the worldly-wise rock veteran knew that once they were on the plane there would be as much pussy as he would ever hope to handle. So he concentrated on carefully driving the luxurious automobile towards its destination, purposely keeping the car moving at a fluid, constant speed in one lane-the better to keep the important passengers in the back totally comfortable.

Chad and Lisa, in the meantime, were pounding out their frenzied orgasms on the now come-moistened plushness of the capacious seat. Chad had released his hands rather reluctantly from Lisa's stiff-nippled boobs and had braced himself so that he could penetrate the girl's heaving pussy as deeply as was humanly possible.

Chad's swollen balls suddenly erupted and a hot, somewhat painful stream of jism began sluicing through his rigid cockstem. Just as Lisa's orgasm began to shake her body with incredibly intense vibrations, Chad's cock began to spurt warm jets of sticky semen into her flowing cunt. His come mingled with her copious love-juices and the mixture trickled out of Lisa's box, into their matted pubic hair and onto the seat of the car.

Lisa groaned with indescribable pleasure as she felt Chad's hot come splash against the wildly contracting walls of her cunt. She applied as much pressure as she could with her vaginal muscles and was rewarded with a shriek of pain and ecstasy from Chad as his spasming cock was gripped tightly and tugged at by Lisa's pussy walls.

Finally, their orgasms spent, Chad lay quiet and prone atop Lisa's beautiful body. His cock was still buried to the hilt in her gently clutching pussy and Lisa, her breath slowly coming back to normal, crooned softly as Chad gently flexed his still-erect penis inside her. She lashed out with her tongue and let it curl inside the man's ear. Chad wriggled with pleasure and, taking her head in his hands, began to kiss her deeply and passionately.

As the couple lay on the seat of the gently swaying car, basking in the warm afterglow of their furious lovemaking, a soft buzzer sounded. It was the intercom. Without moving from his position, Chad reached up and took the phone from its receptacle. "Yeah, Long John? What's happening?"

On his end, the hip chauffeur could hear the strained voice of his cherished employer as he tried to sound cool and normal. "What's happening?" he chuckled into the phone. "I got a feelin' you know better than I just what's going on."

Chad grinned and put his hand over the end of the phone and whispered to Lisa: "Sounds like Long John has picked up the vibe from the back seat again and is loaded and ready for some pussy. He's asking me what's happening!"

Lisa laughed and kissed Chad deeply, letting her long, sleek tongue slither into his mouth. "Well, why don't you tell him what's happening? It'll make his dick even stiffer!"

Chad grinned. "Did anyone ever tell you that you can be a sadistic little bitch when you want to be?"

Lisa stuck out her long red tongue: "All the time. But the people who've said it are usually frustrated dudes who were dying to crawl into my pants-and were denied that singular privilege."

Chad turned his attention back to the intercom phone, winking at Lisa. "Uh, Long John, you still on the horn?"

"Bet your high-priced ass I am, sweet King of the Rockers!" Long John drawled over the intercom.

"Well, you asked what was happening, so I thought I'd tell you," chuckled Chad. "Me and Lisa have just finished ripping off an incredible piece of ass! We've been fucking and sucking ourselves silly back here! Satisfied?"

Lisa and Chad burst out laughing as the sound of Long John's theatrical moans and wails issued from the intercom phone. "Now why did you have to go and tell me that kind of shit?" the roadie groaned in mock-agony. "I'm about hot enough to beat off and blow my load all over this fancy mahogany-paneled dashboard-to say nothing of piling this heap into a pole!" There was a brief pause and then Long John began speaking again, this time in his normally cool, collected, soft-spoken voice. "What is happening here is that we are about a minute or so from the hangar. If you cared to raise your curtains-and risk the chance of getting busted for indecent exposure and lewd and salacious conduct-you could see the plane from here. But since you obviously don't intend to do so, I will kindly inform you that she looks clean and ready to soar."

"Thanks. Over and out," said Chad, hanging up the small intercom phone. He shook his head. "That cat is certifiable! But I love him. He's probably the best fucking road manager in the business. And an intelligent, cool dude to boot." Lisa nodded her agreement of Chad's assessment of their folksy chauffeur and general factotum.

"Well, I guess we'd better get ourselves looking decent," Chad ventured, looking at the wild condition of himself and Lisa and laughing quietly at the incredible state of disarray. "Remind me to tell Long John to have the back of the car shampooed and cleaned. There's come all over the place!"

Lisa chuckled. "There's a little bit of cleaning up you could do for yourself-if you were so inclined," she said slyly.

Chad understood immediately what the gorgeous girl was alluding to. His gaze locked in on Lisa's crotch which was still completely exposed to view. The mingled juices of their orgasms glistened and shone in her matted pubic hair and globules of come clung to her pink pussy lips.

With a grin, Chad crouched down on the floor of the moving car once again and gently buried his face in the girl's inviting pubic area. He nuzzled his nose against her prominent mons and then quickly and efficiently lapped up every last drop of love syrup from the girl's delicious pussy. "Mmmm! Your tongue is better than a Hoover!" Lisa chuckled, as Chad's lingual member raced around in her gorgeous slit.

Finally Chad had licked Lisa squeaky clean and he got up from his crouching position. Drops of come clung to the tip and sides of his semi-erect cock and Lisa quickly homed in on the inviting shaft with her hungry wet mouth. She quickly lashed out with her tongue, greedily gobbling up the wet, sticky semen from her lover's cock and then taking a solid five or six inches of the man-root completely into her ovaled mouth, sucked at it voraciously for several long moments.

Chad finally had to lift Lisa's face gently away from his cock, since her playful "cleaning-up operation" was beginning to turn him on all over again-and he knew there just wasn't time for another round of balling.

Lisa pouted teasingly as Chad took her mouth away from its human candy stick and then she quickly whipped the sweat-drenched tee-shirt up over her tits and over her head. Her breasts stood out proudly from her chest, the nipples as hard as ever. Chad eyed the beautiful cones hungrily as he shucked his way back into his formfitting suede pants.

Lisa opened a small storage cupboard built into the back of the front seat and took out two fresh tee-shirts and a can of herbal deodorant spray. She quickly sprayed the subtle, musky-smelling aerosol under her arms and onto her breasts-shivering as the cool vapor hit her hot body-and then handed the can to Chad who quickly did the same to himself.

Lisa pulled one of the body-hugging tee-shirts over her head and down over her high, thrusting boobs. She reached back into the compartment and was about to take out a spare pair of bikini panties when Chad stopped her. "Don't bother," he said huskily. "You know how much it turns me on knowing that you're walking around with nothing on underneath your clothes."

Lisa grinned. "Yeah. It turns you on all right! It also seems to make you prone to shoving your hand up into my muff at some of the most inappropriate times and during some of the most outrageous situations!" But, with a smile, Lisa put the panties back in the compartment and, lifting her ass off the seat, pulled down her short skirt and smoothed it over her hips. Then she took a comb and ran it briskly through her long, silken blonde hair.

Chad, meanwhile, had donned the other tee-shirt and was running his fingers through his own mussed hair. "There. I guess we look presentable," Lisa said with a knowing wink at Chad.

"Yeah. Presentable," he repeated drolly. "What's the point? Ten minutes after we take off we'll all be bare-ass naked anyway!"

Lisa grinned. "True as that may be, you're forgetting that there's bound to be some members of the press and a bunch of giggling groupies waiting at the plane to watch us take off. Think of what your public would think if they saw the fabulous Jerry Jetstream emerging from his Rolls Royce with his cock hanging out and no shirt on!"

Chad laughed. "Shit! You know what they'd think? They'd think that I fucked around as much as the gossip columns say I do-and as much as they're sure I do anyway!"

Lisa nodded her head and smiled. "That's a good point. But I'm not thinking about your fans, I'm thinking about their nice, conventional middle-class parents who would take a hammer to their kids' Jerry Jetstream records if they ever saw living proof of your rock degeneracy-as the straight press likes to call it. That's the last thing you need at this stage of your career."

Chad grinned. "You're absolutely right-and you know that I know you are. It's just that sometimes I get this incredible desire to do something like walk out on a stage and whip out my dick-the way Morrison did in Miami years ago. Now that was one ballsy cat!"

"Right! A ballsy cat," echoed Lisa. "Why don't you check with Gaffer and find out just what it cost Morrison in high-priced legal fees and the like to get him clear of that particular situation?" Lisa curled up against Chad and kissed him. "Anyway, I don't want everyone in the fucking world seeing what my man's got between his legs. I want to keep it all for myself-and the rest of the immediate family, naturally. Guess I'm just a little bit selfish. So button your fly, superstar, and get ready to wave and grin your little heart out."

Before Chad could reply to Lisa's last remarks the Rolls came to a smooth stop. Even with the windows rolled up, Chad and Lisa could hear the sound of excited screams, whistles and yells from outside the car.

Long John had pulled the Rolls to within ten feet of the gleaming, silver-painted jet which stood waiting on the tarmac outside a private hangar. A number of regular Los Angeles policemen and several members of airport security stood in a row cordoning off about two hundred excited fans and members of the press who tried to surge forward for a good look at Chad as he stepped from the car.

Long John quickly opened the rear door of the sleek car and took Lisa's hand as she stepped out and onto the carpet which had been quickly rolled from the steps of the plane to the car door. She shielded her eyes from the exploding flashbulbs and waited for Chad to emerge.

The moment Chad climbed out of the car, waving casually and grinning to the crowd, the people gathered went wild. The police and security men were hard-pressed to contain the excited fans and Long John quickly hustled Lisa and Chad the short walk to the plane. As they climbed the steps, Lisa walked straight into the plane. Chad stopped when he reached the top step and turned to face his adoring fans. He made the peace sign and then thrust his clenched fist high into the air in the symbolic power salute.

The handsome young rock star grinned and then shouted to make himself heard over the din from below. "Well, all right! I'm really knocked-out and flattered that you guys took the time to drive all the way down here to see us off! I love you all! Peace and Goodness-and no matter what your folks tell ya, GET IT ON! Just GET IT ON and live like there's no tomorrow! 'Cause even if there is, there's always something else that's groovy comin' along and you'll never have to worry about going on a bummer. See ya all the next time I play LA!"

With the sound of the crowd ringing in his ears, Chad reluctantly allowed Long John to usher him by the arm into the plane.

"Man, you're gonna incite a riot some day with that free-living rap!" chuckled the hip road manager.

Chad grinned: "That's cool. If people riot and just make love to each other, that sure does keep 'em off the streets where the trouble is!"

With that, the high-energy rock star disappeared inside the gleaming jet.