“Sugar, you’re a man now. And I like to think that I had something to do with that. And it’s quite clear that you’re no ordinary man, either. ...egular Joes can’t put their thumbprints on people’s butts and convert them to whatever cause you have in mind. I knew that you were someone special years ago, but everything that I have seen since has convinced me that I was right back then. And that was very sweet of you, both you guys, not asking us ladies to cook for two meals in a row now.“Oh, I know. “I guess I listen some times,” I replied. We sat together for awhile talking and watching TV. After about an hour she suggested we should turn in. “OK,” I agreed. We stood up and she commented, “It’s about time you wore something I could unbutton instead of you usual T-shirts.” We moved toward her bedroom and she turned and undid the robe and dropped it to the floor. Wow! I had never until right then had seen a woman dressed in sexy lingerie. She was absolutely beautiful in a black and. ‘And did you know that you’re now famous in America?’ said Alexandra with an amused smile, holding a wine glass poised in her left hand. ‘There was something about Crystal Passion on national television.’ ‘Famous?’ Crystal said. ‘I knew there was an article written about us in the New York Post, but I didn’t know anything was broadcast about us on television.’ ‘Well, I imagine it’s mostly thanks to that newspaper article and a scurrilous radio campaign from one of those forthright and. Not dangerous sadists who kill you, but innocent sadists who enjoy whipping you or making you kneel on chick peas. But they were, and i learned to endure their lustful punishments. I let them torture me and humiliate me, and the pleasure was mutual. "Well, bitch", Noenoe said benevolently, "I think you suffered enough. You don't need Blueabird's spiked whip on your naked body." "Oh, well", the little lady said in disappointment, "I would like to whip the she-monkey, you know. Please let me.