Chapter Thirteen Mixed Emotions
Chelsea had Jamie drive me home from the party that night. He and I arrived at my apartment a few minutes past midnight. I went inside and got out of my cat suit and took long hot, soothing shower. After slipping into my pale blue oversized terry cloth bathrobe I poured pour myself a glass of chardonnay and retreated to the couch in the living room and turned on the television. An hour passed as I mindlessly flipped through channels. My thoughts and emotions were in a frenzied battle as I wrestled with the idea of becoming a dominatrix.
Alcohol always had a calming effect on my mind. I compared it to a passenger jet powering down its engines after pulling up to the gate at the airport. After three glasses of wine the noise inside my head would go from pure
