......his necessary 'reinforcing' completed and the Master/Slave relationship satisfied for the moment, at least. Linda asked him to stick around until her shift was over at Seven O'clock. Paul said he had a better idea and would come back to meet her for a quick dinner in between shifts. He asked her if she'd like to eat at the Chinese Kitchen about two and a half or three miles away. Did she want to meet him there? Linda told him she didn't have the car....Johnny had it out whoring around again.......she'd had to ride in to the Lounge with Tina, one of the other dancers......and that she was going to have to ride back home with her later tonight when she got off work. Paul told Linda he'd meet her out front of the Lounge at a little after Seven.......say Seven-Ten? She said that was fine and they sat there and talked about 'little things' for another fifteen or twenty minutes until Linda had to get up and play her next set of three songs. As they talked they had stared into each others eyes lovingly and gentlely, each savoring the presence of the other as if there was no tomorrow. The words didn't much count.....it was the proximity and the 'looks' that mattered... and they both knew it.....WELL! When Linda got up, she stepped toward Paul and leaned over so her mouth was an inch or so from his ear and said.......These three are for you, Paul.....MY MASTER PAUL...........THE 'BUTTERFLY COLLECTOR'............these are JUST FOR YYYOOOUUU,........... ............MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!!!" and then turned an walked away toward the juke box. And....INDEED......they WERE!!! ..........along with all the 'hidden' gestures, motions and positions........which Linda weaved into her dancing for her Paul.........her MASTER Paul..........in a most imperceptible way........through those three very 'special' numbers.......... .......her eyes continually locked on his when she was facing the mirror..................... When she finished she got down and started to walk around the huge U-shaped bar toward him......... ........ |