"I look serious don't I? I'm not gonna rush you though. It's not a right now kinda thing. Just getting it off my chest." He had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her even though that the conversation was serious. "You look even better with clothes off you know." He smiled at her but stayed put. Though somebody was going to move eventually. "Funny how quick this has moved you know. Most of the time I went with my gut though things worked out alright."

"You can have your own room I guess. That may not last too long I hope. I have room enough for another in mine though. Just sayin'." He couldn't help but stroke her hair a little when she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Works for me. Hopefully you're dad isn't gonna ask too many questions. For my sake...." He laughed. Then leaned on her a bit. "Guess you're just gonna stay then. Well you do got to move your stuff in and all that. Hopefully you're not one of those women that will require lots of unloading of trunks and suitcases and all that crazyness. You women with your love of shoes and such." He splashed her playfully.

"Computers don't bother me. Only when they stop working. I prefer the console personally. So you're good. Just don't glue yourself to the damn thing." He put his hand in the water and rubbed her tummy a little. "There's other fun stuff to do besides the computer. Also, gonna need a pretty face around once I get my joint opened. Open Mics and all that shit." He continued stroking her hair.

"Sooner than later I'd hope. Got a lot of people working on it to get it up and running. Hopefully another week or so." He shrugged then kissed her cheek giving her a little grope in the process. "Think I'm gonna get out and head down stairs to mess around in the studio. Don't wanna shrivel up and have my skin fall off or anything." Winks at her.

"Well hell. If you want too. Just press the right buttons..... can't afford buying new shit. Crazy woman......" He stood and changed in front of her. Not the modest type. Hell we were born naked so it made no difference to him. Then he meandered downstairs to check out everything. Making sure it was all in order. He spotted his Uncle Clyde in the corner smoking. "You better have an ash tray." He took a playful swing at him. Which was returned but still left a bruise. Tough love.

Johnny looked at her in her towel and then at him. "No fuckin funny ideas man."

Clyde just grinned. "I wouldn't do that to my own flesh and blood nephew! Not going on Springer.... again." He chuckled and nodded at Roxy. "Hello darlin'. Go easy on the buttons. Seeing as everybody's going to warn you at least once. Just press the one's your sposed to." He smiled and patted her on the shoulder. Pretty easy going for a Nam' vet and a Hell's Angel. You wouldn't know it either way.

"Go upstairs and wait around on Erich. Funky looking James Dean type in a big car. 50s Era more than likely. Do me one better. Go Nam flashback on them and scare the wits out of them. Just for a few seconds. Don't over do it. I like these people. The next obnoxious reporter interviewer or whatever that comes up here though. You got free reign. The hipster lookin' ones." He grinned and walked into the booth and looked around. Watching his uncle disappear upstairs. "If you hear gunshots.... it's ok. It's how we say hello around here."

"You could call it that. I kinda put it together on my own with some help of my more tech savvy friends. A producer friend of mind actually. Who knows the sounds I like and what I like to play with. So it was specifically designed with me in mind. Nice tone, reverb, distortion, overdrive, and stuff. I like a nice mix of clean and jazzy too loud and noisy. It all depends on what I want. But this set up my friend made me I'm in love with. There's a special plug in just for my guitar only. Along with all the other standard band stuff. A labor of love. But I got the other stuff for regular recording and if I want to put my own touch on it I can."

"Well by most standards. You'd be my girlfriend for anybody concerned. Fine by me." He kissed her lips to seal the deal so to speak. "Just don't let it out to anybody. Unless I ok it. I only talk to a few writers and reporters that I'm actually tight with. Guys that won't make me look bad or fuck me over. I'm picky about who I talk to. So be careful out there. Sometimes you just get the vibe that the person is a no go. I know one guy that calls himself GW, Ghost Writer. That does all nearly all our stuff press and interview wise. So he's always good to talk to. Always give him time. Just a heads up." He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her to his side.

"You're not a secret. Just saying I like my privacy. Don't want people following you around pressing you for crazy shit. You know the tabloid journalists and crazy picture photographers. That's all. Everybody's going to know that I've been taken by a damn beautiful woman." Pats her on the butt lightly and kisses her again for reassurance.