The Mistress is proud of herself.
She wasn’t aware she had the power to avert tragedy.
‘You learn something new every day.’
M.P. sees The Mistress’ self-made radiance and desires nothing more than to vomit.
Inwardly pointed disgust tasers will do that to you.
On paper, she drowns her jealousies in gin and uppers.
In reality, she doesn’t have the balls for either; her cup holds nothing more than coke.
Non-diet.
Here’s to living dangerously.
Back in the original story-line, The Mistress gardens as the phone jangles incessantly in the background.
White noise.
The Master can dial until his fingers fall off.
Her parade has no need for his rain.
Never did.
She wasn’t aware she had the power to avert tragedy.
‘You learn something new every day.’
M.P. sees The Mistress’ self-made radiance and desires nothing more than to vomit.
Inwardly pointed disgust tasers will do that to you.
On paper, she drowns her jealousies in gin and uppers.
In reality, she doesn’t have the balls for either; her cup holds nothing more than coke.
Non-diet.
Here’s to living dangerously.
Back in the original story-line, The Mistress gardens as the phone jangles incessantly in the background.
White noise.
The Master can dial until his fingers fall off.
Her parade has no need for his rain.
Never did.
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