since I have read this passage, oh, lets say 15 times since last night...I figured I would share it with you...
Phoenix, Arizona, 1990
Micheal spotted her right away, an atheletic Arizona blonde, in the front row in a short pink skirt and tight white tank top. She moved to the music so seductively that he brought her onstage during "What You Need," and put her on a riser so that her crotch was at eye-level. In the pit between the stage and the crowd, Jeff Pope noticed right away that the lady was riding sans culottes.
Micheal danced with her, serenaded her, and slid his hand up her thigh, into her skirt, ecstatic to find no panties in there. She gyrated to the music and adoring Micheal's caress, no one but she, Jeff, and Hutch were the wiser. As the song climaxed, so did she.
"I couldn't believe it," Pope says. "while it was happening Micheal kept looking at me like 'Are you seeing this?' I didn't believe something like that was possible. Afterward, backstage, I said to him, 'You're a sick fuck, aren't you?'"
"Yes I am," Hutchence said, laughing. "Yes, Jeff, I am."
So really...the rest of the book doesnt read like the confessions of a groupie...but this story was just too interesting
...sigh