"I wish you could spend the night." I teared up, my tears mixing with her nectar on my messy cheeks. We hugged tightly and felt each other breathe."I ...ish I could, but I must get home." I looked at Samantha and said, “Let’s do this again sometime soon."“Anytime you like Emily. I enjoyed and needed this very much”.I got in my car and drove home thinking about the beautiful time I'd just had. I hardly slept a wink that night thinking of my passionate new lover.I knew I had a full day's work the. It almost felt like Iwas cheating on her, which technically I was, but in a very strange way.I had a couple of days talking myself out of it, but being Madame's maidhad become a drug, a drug to which I was completely addicted.I arrived the following Saturday and was let in by Madame Penelope."Put on your maids dress and meet me in the kitchen immediately," sheordered.I rushed to my tiny cupboard and as I opened the door stopped in mytracks. There hanging in the cupboard was a frilly pink and. We have Terry Jenkins on lead guitar, Bruce Andersonon rhythm and vocals, and our drummer was Steve Franks. Although wedid some of the Goth music, we could not replace Steve and his drum kitfor an electronic version that was not as annoying as he owned our bandtransport, an aging Transit that was well past its use by date.One night, at a gig on the Gold Coast, a particularly noteworthy girlwas out front and dancing by herself. She was noteworthy because shewas a full blown Goth girl, not a. I need some time breathing to cool down.She drive us to an unknow street and she stop.The she give me a bluetooth headset. I put it on my right ear. The she want I put the hood on ! She help me zip it. She call my phone with hers, and respond for me as I can't see.We test the conversation, it's ok. I hear her and I can talk.I think the headset is connect to his phone.She turn on the radio, and restart the car. Now, I don't know where we are. Starting the raod from a not well quarter, not seeing.