Sail Me Away...part 9

After another romp, a leisurely breakfast and a shower, Liam and Jane are left with some time to kill. "We cannot go yet," Jane says. "I told Grandpa to be ready for 1. It is only 12. What are we to do?"


Liam grins devilishly. "I could think of a few things."


Jane gasps, in mock horror. "You. You are insatiable, you know? Can't get enough of me?"


"Never," Liam grins. "I'm face and eyes into you lass."


"Face and eyes?"


Liam laughs. "Ah, that's just a saying from where I come from. Newfoundland. It means I'm very much into you."


"Well then, I am very much face and eyes into you too."


Liam reaches out, and plays with some of Jane's damp, loose, auburn curls. "You're beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful its true..."


"Ah, singing to me now, are you?"


"I am."


"I bet you did not know that I could sing."


"No, I didn't. Could you perhaps, sing something for me?"


"I can." Jane thinks for a second, and then starts:


"I'm through with standin' in lines to clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub
Big enough for ten plus me
(Yeah, so what you need?)

I need a a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher
And James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar..."


By the time she finishes, swaying her hips as she sings, Liam can no longer resist her. "Jane, I need you. Now."


Jane checks her watch. "You got 45 minutes?"


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