No, I mean, I know that I'm Jason Stewart; I'm a software engineer; I know that I drive a green Saab, and so on, but.No, I mean, I know that I'm Jason Stewart; I'm a software engineer; I know that I drive a green Saab, and so on, but..." "That's got to be the fastest, most concise introduction I've every heard," interrupted Mayhem. "Okay, okay, but anyway...I lead kind of a double life. I've got... hobbies, interests that I can't do...right out in public, you know?" Her eyes seemed to widen a bit as he said this, but then hardened as he finished his sentence. "Listen," Mayhem shot back, temporarily losing her upper-class affectation for a moment, "you damn well CAN do almost anything that isn't downright illegal, and quite a bit of that too, in public. If you don't have the guts to, say so. It's all a matter of where your priorities are. What's more important- your own happiness, or some stranger's opinion of you?" "Well, you see, it's not as simple as all that. I, umm... I REALLY like rubber." What was he doing? Jason asked himself. "It's like... well, an obsession," he continued, "I don't expect you to understand." He had just told his secret to a total stranger! Mayhem was looking at him with a faintly amused expression. He realized then, that in his desperation for company, he had made a classic blunder. He had blithely assumed from her costume that she shared his fetish, and worse, he now realized that he had just opened himself to a storm of ridicule from this walking wet dream. As her smile grew broader, he prepared himself for the worst. "Oh, I understand, alright," 'Mistress Mayhem' said. She winked at him. "Relax, will you? 'Marion' and I do these things all the time. The costumes and bondage games, I mean... hey, are you alright?" She stared at Jason as he stopped his half-hearted attempt at dance, swaying slightly within a clearing of the crowd. Jason had stopped dancing for a moment as what she had said sunk in, then he did his dazed best to pick up where he had left off. He was swimming now in the latex knickers. The scotch, though it had been excellent, was now making him sweat, this conversation was making him sweat, and the fantastic, delicious appearance of Mayhem herself was making him sweat. |