NOW, --- AS THEN --- SHE LOVED IT! And she hoped to God the sexy, big, blue eyed, bearded guy out at the bar was both still there and not just another "bullshit artist" in the Dominant Male --- NO --- MASTER --- "business".NOW, --- AS THEN --- SHE LOVED IT! And she hoped to God the sexy, big, blue eyed, bearded guy out at the bar was both still there and not just another "bullshit artist" in the Dominant Male --- NO --- MASTER --- "business". We shall see, she thought, as she opened the door and stepped out. (And at this point, your friendly narrator interrupts, to insert a short WARNING to would be male "MASTERS" who think they can/could handle a "LINDA" and provide her the sort of SATISFAC- TION she desires --- nay --- requires! Such creatures, like the lovely Linda, do, indeed, exist. They are complex and driven --- and they can literally tear an inexpe- rienced male's most treasured appendages off --- if you do not play the "game" the way they want it played. To the poor bastard who ONCE utters an apology for ANYTHING, she will deliver the wrath of heaven and hell combined. The care and "training" of a TRUE SEXUALLY SUBMISSIVE FEMALE - there are MANY PHONEYS who do it for $$$$! - is not something one undertakes without a thorough knowledge of both the "art" and the "devotee" to that "art"! If you think I jest --- try it --- but be prepared to speak with a high shrill voice for the rest of your miserable life if you know not what you are doing!) (And now back to "Linda" as she "investigates" a would be "MAS- TER") Linda walked out of the door and to her right, stepping up to the juke box just as B.J. approached it. "Hey, BITCH, it's my set!" she screamed. "Wait your own goddamn turn!" Linda looked down at her, contemptuously, and slammed a quarter into the singing box. Then another. And yet another. She punched in her chosen "songs" --- VERY SPECIAL SONGS! --- and as she walked away, she hoisted a familiar and universally under- stood finger in B. |