"Oh no, she can't," Damien shook his head. "If she is part of the deal, then the rules apply to her too."I kissed him as hard as I possibly could. "De...l!" I said when our lips parted."Now do I get a lap dance?" Damien asked as he sat back. "Nope, not here," I said getting off of his lap."Where are we going?" Damien asked as I pulled on his arm."Our house, you can call that other bitch on the way there and tell her to fuck off!" I said.We walked out of the private rooms, when we got out to the. They would have suited you well. That last night we were suppose to be together, it as unfortunate we never found each other. I had alot planned for us. But that doesn't matter now.I never did ask you why you married into the vanilla lifestyle? Did you get sick of bdsm or just really not enjoy it that much anymore? Its a shame, you had alot of potential. You were young and trainable and were so willing. You had something about you no other has had, or at least none that I have seen. You were. ”I looked around to see a cute gentleman in his 60s. Mmmmmmmmm, I so dig older men.“Thanks, honey,” I sighed. “I’ll have a screwdriver, make it a double.”The bartender brought over the drink.I drank it straight down.Empty.“Another for the lady, whatever she desires. In fact, just start a tab and she can have whatever she likes.”I smiled.I still had a lot of drinking to do this evening.“Another double screwdriver, please,” I asked the bartender.He brought it over and I drank it straight. He hated walking through thick fog and he had a feeling this was going to be heavy.He ran up the stairs to the booth and gathered up his books, placing them quickly in the leather satchel. It was called a soft briefcase, but he thought it looked like a purse – he hated it but being a gift from his mother he always carried it. Moving from the booth he caught his reflection in the office doors glass windows. Shit – I look like some fag carrying a purse. He had to figure out a way to lose the damn.