Chapter 13

Laughing with Dorothea, Mel reached into the brown bag and took out the two items she brought. Placing the plastic sniffer on the coffee table, she showed the large cobalt blue glass bottle to Jon and Dorothea.

“This is the oil blend that I made for you. Its base oil is Grape Seed, so it won’t be too greasy and it will not stain your clothes. The active ingredients are the Essential Oils of Helichrysum, Ginger, Clove, Nutmeg, Roman Chamomile and Lavender. According to my literature search, they should promote and expedite muscle healing. Ginger also has warming properties, so you might feel some tingling and warmth. And Lavender should also help in decreasing the swelling.”

Jon and Dorothea were listening intently. Seeing their nods of understanding, Melody went on with her explanation.

“Ok, then. What you will do is gently shake the oil by inverting the closed bottle few times, then pour a small amount of oil into a palm of your hand and gently massage it into the injured area of your calf until all of the oil is absorbed. Then just re wrap your leg and you’re good to go!”

“How often do we need to do this?” asked Dorothea.

“I think twice a day should be enough. Once in the morning and once before you go to sleep.”

“Wanna do the honors and put it on to start me off?” Jon smirked at Mel.

“Sure! Just roll up your pants for me!” Mel accepted the challenge.

She gently agitated the bottle to blend the oils while Dorothea helped Jon roll up the left leg of his sweat pants. Pouring a small amount of oil into her cupped hand, she bend down and gently massaged it into the back of Jon’s lower leg.

Jon closed his eyes and let out a loud moan.

Mel jerked her hands away and looked at her patient’s face in alarm. Seeing his closed eyes and a smirk, she glanced at Dorothea with confusion. Dorothea shrugged in response.

Jon opened one eye, cocked an eyebrow and deepened his smirk.

“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” He grinned at Melody.

Melody’s jaw dropped to the floor as she looked from Jon to Dorothea helplessly.

Dorothea quickly reacted by cuffing her husband lightly on the back of his head.

“Cut it out Jon! She is here to help you! But she is a fan, so please be considerate of her feelings.” Then she turned to Melody.

“I’m sorry Mel! Here you are on your own time, trying to help and he is playing games with you!”

Melody regained her composure and gave Jon and evil smile.

“Maybe now is a good time to mention one of the major side effects of this oil combination.” she said and gave Dorothea a conspiratory wink.

“These particular oils, when absorbed through skin, tend to significantly lower libido and potency in males.”

The look on Jon’s face was priceless.

Melody quickly glanced at Dorothea and was relieved to see her wink back at her and grin at her husband.

“Well thank God! Now I can rest easy and sleep though the night without worrying about him getting into all sorts of troubles with those groupies! Mel, you‘ll have to make me enough of this stuff to last through the rest of the tour!”

Jon wisely chose to remain silent.

Melody gently cleared her throat and slipped back into her “nurse mode”. “Jon, how bad is the pain?”

“Same as last night, after you gave me that “industrial strength Advil”. Not too bad…manageable!” he grinned at Mel.

“So the pain medications are working for you then?”

“Yeah, that once-a-day pill is good.”

“Were you able to sleep?”

“Sure!” he nodded.

“Liar!” snorted Dorothea.

Melody raised an eyebrow at Jon “Didn’t you take the Vicodin?”

“No” he smiled sheepishly.

“And why not?”

“Didn’t want to cloud up my brain I guess.”

“Says the man who admits on film to washing down his sleeping pill with a bottle of wine! And besides, one or even two Vicodins will do less damage to your brain then all those chemicals you’ve consumed in the 80’s! And, come to think of it, why do you need a clear brain in the middle of the night?”

Dorothea dissolved in a fit of laughter and sat on the sofa next to Jon. She elbowed her husband “Do tell dear! I would love to hear answer to that one!”

Jon huffed “Well, I write some of my best stuff during the night!’’

“Really!” snorted Dorothea, “I thought you wrote your “best stuff” in Richie’s bathroom!”

“Ha ha!” came her husband’s response.
“And about the 80’s…” he smirked “You must be confusing me with Sambora or Bryan!”

Melody grinned and shook her head. “Nope, pretty sure I remember seeing a video clip on You Tube where you confirmed to a reporter that you’ve tried EVERYTHING!”

“Alright! Alright! I confess! Damm fans…” Jon rolled his eyes and wiggled the toes of his injured leg “You know, this actually feels better now! Thanks Mel!”

“Well, I’m glad I could help! You need to re wrap your leg now Jon.”

“Awww, can’t you do it for me?” he pouted “I am the injured patient after all!”

“Nope, a return demonstration is actually in order. I need to make sure you understood my discharge teaching!”

“Darling, you need to re read her T shirt!” chimed in Dorothea.

Jon sighed in defeat, sat up and wrapped his leg.

“There!” he gestured to his handy work “Satisfied?”

Both women grinned and nodded.

“Very nicely done!” complimented Melody “You just earned yourself a reward!”

“Oh yeah?” Jon smirked “And what will that be?”

Melody smiled and picked up the white plastic tube from the coffee table and handed it to Jon.

“What’s that?” Jon eyed the offered item suspiciously but took it from Mel.

“Its Lavender oil inhaler. Just sniff it few times when you need some help to relax. Make sure you keep it tightly closed and it will be good for a couple of months.”

“Aha, and what side effects should I expect from this treatment?”

Melody giggled “Jon, I was only kidding about the side effects. I would never use anything on you that might cause ANY side effects without your permission. I take the “do no harm” oath seriously! And then of course there is that issue of informed consent!”

Jon exhaled dramatically and made a show of wiping his brow.

Dorothea shook her head and faced Melody. “Seriously speaking, is there anything that could be used to “damper” someone’s sex drive? Without any side effects of course.”

“Why do you ask dear?” Jon sat up and looked concerned.

“Relax honey! I’m thinking of our two lovely teenagers!”

Melody laughed and shook her head “No, unfortunately, I am not familiar with any safe way of doing that! Though lately I wish there was something I could use!”

Seeing both Jon’s and Dorothea’s intrigued looks, she explained “I have a teen aged daughter myself, and believe me if something like that existed, I would’ve either added it to our high school’s water supply or sprayed it in the halls by now!”

Dorothea nodded and smiled “How old is your daughter Mel?”

“She is 15, going on 30!” grinned Mel “And she will be the death of me, but I love her dearly!”

“Why doesn’t her father lock her up in a high tower or at least threaten away the potential suitors like Jon does!”

Mel bit her lower lip and sighed “Her father is not involved, as a matter of fact, he is not even aware of Nicole’s existence.” she answered quietly.

The look that came over her face tugged at Dorothea’s heart. She got up from her seat and hugged the younger woman.

“Aw man! Am I missing some girl on girl action?” came from the doorway.

Both women turned to see grinning Richie.

Dorothea gave Mel a parting squeeze and sighed “Here comes the Big Bad Sambora to spoil our fun!”

Chapter 12

Back in his room, Richie stared at his reflection in the mirror.

Not too bad for an old man. Shit! When did I get this old? I’m gonna be fifty fucking one tomorrow!!!


Sighing, he headed for the shower, stripping his shirt and scratching his chest. Inside the majestic in suite bathroom, done in grey marble and gold accents, he started the shower and undid his shorts. Removing his garments, climbing into the shower he let multiple massaging jets do their magic. His mind went back to the events of the last night.

The show was great. As great as only the show in your own back yard could get! Up until that damn encore. Jonny just had to show off his non existent dancing skills! Stupid man should just stick to what he does best- shake his ass and flirt with the girls. Speaking of the girls… Jonny’s leg injury did have the unexpected benefit: Melody! What was it about that girl that got to me? Cute little spitfire! Wouldn’t take any crap from us! Didn’t act like a typical fan, even though she did admit that she was a fan! I wonder how old she is… Shit! I hope she is not married or otherwise taken! Wait, I don’t remember seeing an engagement ring or a wedding ring on her finger. Come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing any rings on her fingers… Maybe it’s a ‘nurse’ thing. Maybe they are not allowed to wear any jewelry on their hands. And speaking of those hands… Maaaaann, they were so soft when she touched my wrist and wiped my face when I nearly passed out after seeing Jonny getting stuck with a needle. And what those hands were doing to me in the dream….


Thinking of the dream brought a certain part of his anatomy to a very awake state. With a sigh, he reached for the shower gel and the washcloth. Working up the lather, he soaped up his body paying the extra attention to his aching member. Dropping the wash cloth, he grabbed his cock and slid his soapy hand from root to tip. Moaning, he closed his eyes as his hand glided along his massive member. All he could think of was Melody, her smile, and her sparkling green eyes. Shaking his head, he concentrated on imaging Melody’s small hand wrapped around his rock hard cock, slowly sliding along its length, gently squeezing its generous girth. Keeping his eyes closed he lost himself in memories of his dream. His hands became her hands, slippery from the soap, only sped up his movements, as the waves of pleasure raced through his body culminating in his groin. As the building pressure surged, he threw his head back and grunted as his body released his seed and tension. Totally spent from his erotic daydream he leaned his head on the wall of the shower, reaching to turn the cold water tap on fuller he took several deep breaths as the now cold water cooled his overly warm body

Shit! I am way too old to be jerking off in the shower like a horny teenager…. I NEED to find me a woman!


Richie quickly finished his shower and wrapped a soft towel around his waist. Walking over to the vanity, he reached for his travel case and his shaving essentials.


Melody pulled her CRV to the ornate metal gate guarding the estate. She found the buzzer and pressed it. A small security camera came to life and zoomed in on Melody. Smiling she waved at the camera. The gate slowly opened, allowing Melody to follow the long driveway towards a majestic looking French Colonial estate. She parked her car on the side, grabbed her purse and a brown bag with the bottle of oil for Jon, and took a deep breath and headed towards the door. The door opened before she even reached it and smiling Dorothea stood in the doorway.

“Hi Melody, come on in!” she said, then took one look at Mel’s shirt and broke down in a fit of laughter. “Nice shirt! Lets hope it works!” she grinned at her.

Melody smiled and nodded “Every little bit should help.”

“You’ re right, especially with a stubborn ass like Jon!” the older woman nodded. “Would you like some coffee?” she asked “I just made a fresh pot for Jonny”

“Sure, thank you.”

Dorothea motioned for her to follow, and led her into a large sunny kitchen done up in soft honey maple, granite and stainless steel. She waved for Melody to sit down and sat a mug in front of her.
“How do you take your poison Mel?”

“Oh, just with sugar and milk.”

Dorothea grinned and fixed her coffee.

“Honey!” came a bellow from a distance “Where is my coffee? And who was it at the door?”

Dorothea shook her head and smiled at Melody “Your patient is awake and needy!”

“How is he? Is he in a lot of pain?” she asked slipping effortlessly into a professional mode.

“He claims he is fine. But he is driving us all up the wall, and off the deep end! I just might have to slip that Vicodan into his dinner tonight.”

“He hasn’t taken his meds?”

“He took the other one, but refuses to take the narcotic pain killer….”

Melody shook her head and sipped her coffee.

“Baaaaabbbyyyyyy!!!!! Coffeeeeeeeeee!!!! I’m dying here!” came from the distance.

“See what I’ve been dealing with all day?” sighed Dorothea getting up and grabbing a coffee mug.

Mel also got up “Maybe I should’ve brought a syringe loaded with some tranquilizer!” she grinned at Dorothea.

“That would be great! How strong do they make it? And how many can you get?”

“I don’t know” laughed Melody “We can check on line. I bet they have something in the wild game supplies! Something for the African Safari Hunt!”

“Yeah, I’ll take three rounds of elephant strength tranquilizer and one rifle please!” laughed Dorothea.

“You think one shot won’t be enough?” grinned Mel.

“You’re forgetting about the other two Stooges!” said Dorothea leading Mel into a large family room.

Melody stepped in and looked around. The room was warm and airy, done in soft beige and moss green tones and furnished with what looked to be soft and comfy brown leather sofas and arm chairs. Jon was sitting on one of those sofas. His left leg was elevated onto a coffee table, supported with a pillow, with a pair of crutches was laying on the floor next to him. Melody took a deep breath and approached him.

“Hello Jon! Remember me?”

He nodded in greeting, then took one look at Mel’s shirt, smirked and using his hands, moved his injured leg and lied down on his sofa.

Melody stopped and glanced at Dorothea, puzzled.

Dorothea grinned and pointed to the front of Mel’s shirt. There in large blue font over pink was written: “The person wearing this shirt is a Registered Nurse. Now lie down and do everything the nice nurse tells you to do!”

“Where did you get that shirt? And most importantly, do they make it with ‘wife’ instead of ‘nurse’?”

“I got it from a shop on Boardwalk in Atlantic City. And I’m sure they can make it with anything you want!”

“Good. I need two! One with ‘wife’ and the other one with ‘mom’!”