Flossie in bondage

We entered the Palais D’Coite. It was a most at- tractive tavern with hotel atmosphere. Roland regis- tered, then we were led to a “private dining room,” that is, it was called that by the host. In reality it was a sumptuous bedroom with a table elaborately set for dinner. I was awe-struck by the

Her eyes were bleary, she was so pissed

I saw her for the second time at a party. I knew who she was because she’d gone out for a while with a friend of mine; she didn’t know me. She didn’t know anybody at the party, actually – she was so smashed she could hardly stand up. Her eyes were bleary, she was