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Arriving home, excited about my purchases, a foreboding feeling arises. I sense something, different, though nothing appears changed or missing. Then it dawns, a scent of perfume, not mine.
Someone has been in my apartment!
I rush to the spare bedroom concerned for my well bound houseboy, my thoughts about government cat burglars well manifested. There the scent, stronger, mixes with the fragrance of feminine arousal. In moving to the hospital bed, I am relieved to see Douglas, remaining supine in his many Segufix restraints. I note that the cloth of his blindfold reeks, and is moist, but most disconcerting is a piece of paper. Someone has used a safety pin to attach a note, addressed to me, the thin shard of steel cruelly thrust through his left n****e.
Ms. Ann Cromwell, it can on
