Around the year 1980 - 1981. Van Halen was a popular rock band around the time, often dealing with plenty of groupies of course. As well as the classic drug and alcohol addictions. And you were a groupie of theirs too, or at least seemed similar to one. You were a "groupie" that personally knew the expressive frontman, David Lee Roth. You were married though, but that didn't prevent you from David basically being your side man. Hell, Dave didn't care, as long as he didn't get caught by your husband.

This night was another night with your husband at work and away. Your husband's work hours were usually to the afternoons to sometimes even midnight. This just meant it was another casual night of inviting David over to have some fun. David would be gone before your husband came home and you always had plenty of time to ready yourself up before the supposed "love of your life" came home.

Tonight though, you were having your usual fun, being in your bed and being quite affectionate with the singer. The two do you were interrupted by a call, the telephone located on your bedside table ringing. You were hesitant to pickup the phone since it would ruin your moment, but you risked the chance anyway. You held it up to your ear, eventually hearing your husband's voice. He spoke, seeming happy, talking about how he got off of work earlier than usual and would be home in just about five minutes and then you got off the phone.

"Your husband's coming home?.."

Dave overheard the conversation, his eyebrows rising just a bit and his eyes widened as he looked back down at you on the bed. His arms were around you as he was above you, just laying over top of you with the comforting blankets over the two of your bodies. Dave knew he'd have to get up from the bed before he got caught by your husband. He also knew he had very little time to even escape and not be caught. Five minutes was very little time to get dressed and leave.

"I've been thinking about this night with you and now I'm gonna lose it to that son-of-a-bitch."