You need to read 'Finding Sarah' before you read about how Jet found his woman then how he lost her.  

Jet was a rock star, the lead singer in The Black Dogs.  His life had been full on hectic for the last ten years, he wanted to stop and find his little piece of paradise.  Sarah had shun herself from that sort of lifestyle many years ago.  She lived in that little piece of paradise that Jet craved, a place he wanted to share with her.  Sarah finds herself falling in love with Jet without knowing about his rocker lifestyle, one he kept a secret.  Jet fell in love with Sarah because she didn't know his rockstar lifestyle.  Then he leaves her unhappily to tour...when he comes back to her she's changed and now has her own secret, now they both are keeping a secret.   This is the continuation of their story, enjoy.

"No use sitting there staring at that screen on your phone Jet, it isn't going to solve anything" Ziggy says to me.  Pretty brave of him I might add knowing what sort of mood I'm in after last nights disaster.  He sits on the coffee table facing me, another brave move on his behalf.  Lucky he's my brother, anyone else would of been knocked out, with the way I'm feeling. 

"I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you last night Jet, it's just, well I love that girl, and I don't want her hurting any more you know."

"I didn't go out of my way to hurt her, how did I know she was coming up here to talk to me, how did I know Deanne would answer the door and treat her like shit."  I watch Ziggy make a stupid face, like I should know perfectly well that Deanne would treat any girl she deems below her like shit.  Deanne is harmless but just has no idea about how to treat people.  We met her Dad after one of our gigs when we were in England recently, and with him sparing no money in getting his princess what she wants, and contrary to her inability to sing I stupidly encouraged him to let me produce her songs.  The biggest regret of my life after I heard her sing.  Now he thinks if he pays enough money she will miraculously know how to hold a key or something, maybe he expects me to tweek something to make a miracle appear.  But after utilising every secret weapon singers use to make themselves sound responsibly good, nothing is working with Deanne.  Anyway a couple of days ago she appeared on my doorstep ready and willing to get this music thing happening, well so she says, but the only problem is I haven't completely set up my studio yet.  She barged her way in to my home, made herself comfortable and doesn't seem to want to leave contrary my dirty looks.  I tried to give her the hint, sort of suggested maybe going and spending some time in the city, have a week being a tourist, but she didn't get the hint, and with no where else to stay, she has sort of made herself comfortable here in my spare room.  Yes believe me, I have no intention in letting her anywhere near my space, I don't think of her in any way, shape of form as anything but a client.

The other band members who live here haven't complained about having a gorgeous leggy female roving around in very little clothes, but me, I'm feeling a little nervous, especially when each day the only women that interest me sits downstairs running the creche.  Guilt racks my brain everyday I know Sarah enters this building, sadness wretches at my heart everyday she walks away.   And unfortunately that's not the only problem I have because I have a feeling Deanne thinks I'm attracted to her, making this situation worst by the minute.  I don't understand why Deanne has become obsessed with me.  I've only been friendly, tried to approach this in a working mannerism.  I've never made any sort of move in any way towards even thinking about her like that.  All I can think about is Sarah and how I'm going to win her heart back.  I'm snapped out of my thoughts while I sit at the breakfast bar drinking my morning cup of tea by a hand running down my back, making me pull away and flinch.

"You feeling better today Jet, I worry about you sweetie" Deanne says so close to my ear making me feel the air as she speaks.  She says it with a sultry whisper, she's trying so hard but it does nothing to me.  

"Don't call me sweetie please Deanne, this is a working relationship only, and you should've booked accommodation before you even landed in Australia."

"Aww...then I would've been all on my own, you wouldn't of wanted that" she says turning down her lip and trying to give me a sad face.  That might work with your father, but it doesn't work around me.  She stays standing awfully close to me, in very little clothes, making me feel more uptight.  Suddenly I jump when I hear the front door slamming shut, looking over to see Ziggy standing there.  Deanne doesn't back off one inch.  He doesn't say anything, he just nods his head in shame looking at me with total disgust, wipes his face with the towel he has around his neck, obviously just worked out downstairs in the gym before it opens.  He gives me a really dirty look, turns, stomps down the hall, slamming his door behind him.  Deanne turns to me.

"What's his problem? So immature" she says as her finger nails run across my shoulders.  She leans over me rubbing her body against mine pouring herself a cup of black tea from the teapot I had just made for myself, making herself at home like usual.  But I don't want her here, and now I'm stuck amusing her seeing she will be my first pay check and I promised her Dad.  My hands are tied but, I can't blow this job I know her Dad has connections, it could potentially be my foot in the music production and management door.  I'm so frustrated with the situation and I don't know how to deal with it.  I know what Ziggy will suggest but it's not his future on the line like mine.  I know Sarah would give me honest advice but she isn't talking to me either.  What a shit hole I'm in.  

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I sit in the park until the last minute that I need to go into the gym.  Otis is tucked close to me.  Thank goodness he hasn't put on an extreme amount of weight or this outfit would be killing me especially around my neck, seeing I have it wrapped around me all morning whilst I manage up to ten other little kids in the creche.  I make sure he is totally full to the brim of breast milk and fast asleep before I silently make my way to the creche.  I keep myself busy wiping down all the tables, putting all the toys out ready, setting up the high chairs and bouncinette ready for the variety of ages I need to amuse this morning.  Soon I will start letting Otis mix with the other kids, detaching him from me, that's is, when I tell his father who sits next door in his office running the gym attached to the creche.  I stop listening out for any movement I might be able to hear upstairs making me wonder about what's going on up there.  I can't believe he has another women, I can't believe I was replaced so quickly, but then after all I always knew I wasn't his kind of women.  Suddenly I feel sad and disappointed in the future I had planned, one with Otis actually having a father around.

It isn't long before the first of my kids is delivered to me.  I get hugged around my thighs, then pulled over to sit and play with the kids.  The morning goes fast, and I'm oblivious to anything happening the other side of the creche door except the occasional beat of the music being played loudly while the women enjoy their aerobics.  I quietly sneak out after my shift, walking to the park to wait for my Dad where I feed Otis again.  I think about how I will ever tell Jet about Otis with his new women guarding him, or if I even should.  Just thinking about another women raising my child, even for an hour really gets up my gripe.    

I glance over at the creche, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sarah, just seeing her will help with this shitty day.  Ziggy isn't talking to me after thinking he caught me and Deanne together this morning.  He should be here helping with the back log of paperwork before he heads back to Uni but I haven't seen him all morning.  I wish someone was here, anyone rather than leaving me here to cope with Deanne.  My other brother Jon plus Kenneth and Nathaniel the twins that play in our band are busy sorting equipment for the new gym we've purchased in a bigger town that's a couple of hours away.  So while they can't do much in the new gym they have decided to hang around and help with the first of our clients who is going to record in the studio upstairs.  The only problem is the client, she doesn't want to hang around anyone but me.  The boys say its lead singer syndrome, always getting the chick, but they don't understand I don't want this chick.  I thought coming down in this boring office would deter her from following me, but no, she's come in, sat down opposite me and has made herself comfortable here in the office while I work.  She has made my cups of coffee all morning, tidied up my desk, making sure she exposed her bust whilst doing this, and now she is attempting to vacuum around me, swinging her hips ever hopeful for my attention, not realising it's only making me feel more uptight.  

"Move your feet sweetie" she says standing too close to me.  I growl.

"I pay a cleaner to do this Deanne, would you just stop" I say to her angrily.  She turns the vacuum off, turning and perching her arse of the desk beside me closely.  She leans in making sure I get a good view of her bust.

"If I'm going to stay here I need to pull my weight" she says giving me a little pleading smile.  I suck in a breathe biting my tongue.  I make sure my eyes stay on her face, being this close is really making me uncomfortable.

"Why don't you try and write a song, go and sit in the studio upstairs and try and come up with what you want to sing" I suggest excitedly thinking she will just leave me alone.

"I'll need inspiration, how about you come up there with me" she says running her finger down the tip of my nose.  Christ she's annoying.  I can't offend her but, my first pay check, my first pay check I chant to myself before I push my chair out and leave the office.  

"I need some air" I say pushing out my chair and leaving her looking stunned but grinning like she's getting to me, which she is but not in the way she thinks.  I quickly go outside, turning my head left to right hoping to catch a glimpse of which way Sarah might've gone.  But she isn't anywhere, she has managed to disappear like usual.  Numerous times over the last few weeks I've driven towards her house hoping to catch her walking, with no success.  I bet Ziggy knows more about her whereabouts than me.  I dial his number whilst I lean against the gyms side wall.

"Zig, it's me.  Listen do you have any idea where Sarah goes after work these days" I say to him with a little sadness in my voice hoping he feels sorry for me just a little bit.

"Why do you want to know, so you can go flaunt your new women in her face" he answers me angrily.

"She isn't my new women, she is no-one...well she is my next pay check, so I have to be reasonably nice to her, but nothing else is going on" I say to him confidently.  But I know what's he's thinking thru the phone and it's not nice.

"As long as that bitch is in your house, then everyone including Sarah will only believe what they see, your fucking it up brother, and I'm going to protect Sarah, so no I don't know where she goes."  Then the phone hangs up.  The motherfucker hung up on me.  I lean my head against the wall and look up to the sky, I'm not sure all this is worth it, it's not worth losing Sarah over money, but how am I going to get out of this contract.  I go back into the gym the back way so Deanne doesn't follow me up stairs, locking myself in my studio, wiring up more of the equipment necessary to record this stupid women then get her out of my house and out of my life.

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Dad picks me up from the park in the afternoon.  I put Otis to bed and sit with Dad on the balcony.  Not much talking is happening, not until I need to tell him how I feel, he knows that.  We hear the mailman delivering the post thru the little slip in the front door.  I watch dad get up and then walk back in with a letter addressed to me.  I look at the letter, turning it over to notice it's from my Joe, not my mother.  I open it and read.

Dear Sarah, I'm writing to let you know that your mother has been diagnosed with cancer, with little time left.  I was going to ring but thought the words written down are easier to hear.  She doesn't expect you to give her any time and you accepting her apology the last time you visited lifted a great weight off her shoulder, but if you find it in your heart to spare her just one more chance to see you, I think, hard as it will be you may benefit from it in the future.  Love Joe x

I hand the letter to Dad, hoping he knows the right words to say because at this very moment in time I'm not sure what to think.  For once in his life he actually looks sad at the news about mum.  He loved her once, but he has never forgiven nor forgotten what she did.