Marji
Before I can change my mind, I'm greeted. Standing at the ready is a pretty woman with red hair, wearing a black mask studded with rubies. “Welcome to Lace and Leather, I'm Dorothy."
“I'm..." I recall now that the instructions—the ones that mention bringing a mask—also say to use a pseudonym. I'm drawing a blank. And then I recall I spoke to my twin sister this afternoon. While I am certain she wouldn't be pleased I would use her name for a b**m club, I am also sure she'll never know. Regaining a bit of composure, I offer my hand. “I'm Moira."
“Very nice, Moira. It's unusual for Dr. Kizer to refer singles to our club."
“She said..." I don't know how to finish that sentence since in reality, she didn't send me.
Dorothy's hand comes up. “Unusual, not unheard of. We have opportunit
