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I may not tell the full story about the fate of the Rollit. I don’t think it can be done without getting too many of the people who don’t deserve trouble into trouble. 

Anyway, there are a couple fewer sea-lion hunters as a result of it all.

I’m going to take Angelica to a waterhole in a desert, if she comes here, because it’s something she’s never seen. But if Lican comes too, then I’ll just stay here and keep on fucking till I waste away into a shadow. 

Which brings me to this blog, which I’ve been neglecting. I was telling the story of Diane, the vampire girl. I think I’ll pick up where I left off, in my next post. 

Burns of love #1

A dialogue:

“God, Jaime, I think you put my back out. Fo. I mean my bum’s on fire, and it even hurts to walk.”

“Well, if you don’t want to get yourself whipped and fucked, then stop calling me Master.”

“Yes, Master.”

[Smug pause.]

“Yeah, yeah, that’s cute. Master. But look at this.” [Shows really quite severe bruising on back of right thigh.]

Ah, carpet burns. Oddly, not usually caused by shag pile.

“Whoo. That is angry, isn’t it? Well, you’re a little warrior, darling, wounded in the cause of love. Let’s say. But you’ve got to wear marks of love proudly. Like carpet burns. Carpet burns are good, aren’t they?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Told you so.”

“Yowch! Master!”

“No, hold yourself still, girl. I think this is going to hurt.”