In a dress. An imposter, a pervert, desperate to be noticed, and everyone laughing at you.Fuck, (as I shook my head) more Dutch courage was required. ... went down stairs, raided the drinks cabinet, again. Knocked back another brandy, gave myself a good talking to, and proceeded to get things ready for Uncle Frank's arrival home. The drinks cabinet surrendered up a full bottle of Bombay gin, and a bottle or vermouth, and on the way to the kitchen I found some martini glasses, a cocktail shaker,. "Go!" she pleaded. "I...I will do what I can." I will run, mama," the girl said from the door. "And I will not let myself slip into the darkness. You will see. I will not become evil." She watched, but her mother remained motionless except for the tiny tremors of her sobs. The door closed with a loud thunk, a sound of utter finality.**********The girl fled far from her home, uncertain of just how far the elders would pursue her. Legend told of a pursuit to the streets of Paris, of a duel. The flurry of blows, blocks and counter-moves continued for a full minute, fists and legs, knees and elbows flashing almost too fast to follow. There was a resounding thump as a blow finally connected and Kat felt the air leave her lungs in a whoosh. She lay flat on her back, the Chief above her with his knee planted in her solar plexus and a finger strike poised at her trachea. Had she not been armored, that knee would have crushed ribs, punctured a lung and probably her heart. The blow to the. Sylvette nodded, “Another form of kink? I’m in.”Rachel raised an eyebrow at Sylvette. “You’re in? I didn’t know you fisted or did strap-ons?” Both women laughed.“Seriously, Sylvette, I think you could be great, but I think it’s safest if you show up as a Domme, with someone more experienced beside you. I suspect you have the physical part down, but you may need help picking up on some of the emotional cues.”Planning the Group visit to Dark LotusWe had long planned to bring Rachel to the weekly.