. something pretty personal. Sure you want us there?”“It is personal, but we’ve been in a shit load of life and death situations together, Damie.... And Fiona’s been in at least one with me. Just ... don’t make any sudden movements, or say anything without being asked to, once we’re inside. Ok?”Damien and Fiona looked at each other, the Mekhet obviously uncertain, and Fiona brimming with excitement over the possibility of seeing a ghost.“And yer mum?”“You want Mom to come?”“Aye!”He stood in the. I felt him behind me. He slapped my knees open and quickly tied my wrists and ankles to the legs of the barstool. He went over to the bag of ice and took it into the kitchen. He set it in the sink and I could hear him open it He returned and stood behind me. ‘I brought you a little present. Some ice. To reduce the swelling from the spanking I had planned. Aren’t I a thoughtful Master?’ He asked me and started painting my ass cheeks with the ice. ‘Yes, Sir,’ I replied. ‘But since you decided to. We started with Snitch first. It was easy enough to get in and the music was way too loud for me. Fortunately in about an hour Twat suggested that we go to LIT because Snitch was dead that night. I sure wouldn’t have called it dead by any means. There were plenty of good looking girls, lots of over priced booze, and the music was certainly nothing that I wanted to listen too. Okay I was ready to try another club.LIT was not as easy to get into. There was a line of people outside waiting to get. We started rehearsing and taping the first episode of Fashion Week, too. The whole show was scripted and it was different for Amber to work without an audience. It took a few tries to make it all look like she was being spontaneous, but as soon as Amber connected with the camera, things came to life. Since we weren't using the studio for Chick Chat, Carl and Doug worked to put together a new set for the fashion show. We had plenty of materials because the seating for the audience was removed.