She Was the only One

The Breakup-

Manson drove his fist into the wall. He was furious. he hadnt shown to to rehearsal for the new song. Not that he blamed Twiggy much, Tim had all but replaced him. Just last night, Marilyn had had his first taste of Tims sweet body, and it had been a sublime yet terrible feeling. Tims wasnt like Twiggy. His body not the same, his eyes not those huge chocolate orbs shining with love and trust. He remembered every fucking word of it.

"I have to go Brian!" Twiggy had almost begged.

"Why, because that bith of yours hates me?" He seethed.

"I cannot let you go on treating me like this, Im not your whore!," he said, his eyes taking on an edge he knew from looking into Kiras, "At least not anymore."

Manson grabbed him, and shoved him down on the couch, ripping at his jeans. He kissed Twiggys soft mouth, tasting the sweet taste of woman. Furious that he was tasting Kira, he decided what he wanted to do. Turning Twiggy over, he ripped down his jeans, and smacked his ass. Jeordie screamed, and waited for the inevitable penetration. Manson pulled him up by his girlish hips, and lowered himself onto of his bassist. Biting Twiggys neck and making him yelp, he rubbed his cock in between Twiggys ass cheeks.

"Im gonna fuck you so hard, youl be begging to cum."

"Get over it Brian. Tim replaced me in the band, and Dita in your bed. You dont need me for anything but the fact that at one time, we were lovers. But we arent ANYMORE!"

Twiggy bucked Manson off him and crawled across the floor, only to look up at the face of his wife. She was furious. She walked over to Manson, and poked the eye with the contact in it, pulling it out and ripping it in two. She pushed him down on the couch, and stomped on his dick.

"You....dont...EVER...touch..my...husband!!!" She screamed, and MAnson answered with a growl. She backed up as he threw himself at her, crawling on the floor with pain.

"Youre a nothing Brian. Just a contact and angry lyrics. Getover yourself. And leave us alone! Go fuck your stripper, go fuck yourself, I dont care but stay away from whats mine." She told him. She kicked him in the ribs and helped her husband from the room.

Twiggy stopped showing up for rehearsals. The Golden Age came without him. When Trent came to him, Jeordie took out his dreads, put on jeans, and put all of his things in a back closet. That night, while Dita and Manson celebrated thier engagement, he donned his dreads and his babydoll dress, letting his wife ravage his body.

"Its really over.....isnt it."

"Yes Jeordie, it is."