As adventures go I guess this has indeed been an unbelievably fabulous one. I can only hope there are many more such to follow.
Dara
With the club closed on Sunday I sleep in until nearly four p.m.
Dozing for the last hour or so I revel as much in the warm body in my arms as in the dream-memories of my triumphant return to the stage. Everyone was blown away by me – after years behind a desk I’ve still got it! And everyone was amazed and impressed by my slave. Circulating between performances I heard lots of people doubting he could still be in that box the entire time. They thought it was some kind of magician’s trick. No way, baby: my slave loves me so extremely he’d gladly submit to anything at all for me. Smiling in my half-sleep I pull him closer. His face is buried so deep between
