It was the gig where it happened. Shit, I don't even remember the bandwe were seeing, one of those early Noughties alt rock whiners that would have on... singalong hit and then disappear. I do know that we were dancing all evening, though, and I also know - ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's go back to the beginning of the night. We met outside the club. It's not there anymore, the building was razedabout five years ago, to make way for another one, all ugly and new. Lunch had gone well,. After placing exactly the correct number and types of straps, chains and variously sized padlocks where they would be within her reach as needed, then storing all other items back in the closet out of sight and reach, she selected a thick leather waist harness, equipped with a removable chastity strap and D-rings at appropriate locations. As she put on the waist belt she tightened it as much as it would go (the belt hole at that point was well worn from previous usage), lined up the roller. I thought maybe later I'd come to the bar, if there's going, to be a party later." There's always a party," Davis said. "That why this place is called an Infamous Sex Palace by the cognoscenti." What's that mean?" she said, not recognising the big word, and her mother had taught her to be an inquisitive child."It means somebody on the inside," Davis explained."Then I'm one of the cogn... what you said," she replied, grinning. "It means I'm an insider." You bet you are, little chick,". They had argued back and forth until bedtime.She had become comfortable living with Simon. In fact her only complaint was his reluctance to talk about his past. This had been at the center of their argument. She had ties, obligations to her past while he was charging in the future.The moon had shown brightly when she had crawled into the bed she shared, surprisingly monogamously, with Simon. But now dawn had come and cast a soft light onto his sleeping form. Arabella gently removed the bed.