Good things, and in this case great things , are usually just temporary apparitions. It seemed early on that just as I was getting over one thing, I got knocked down with another. A nice dose of Tamiflu, a change in my daily supplements and religious hand washing helped me immensely. Have more time with my dogs. Start a project around my loft that I might actually finish. Case-in-point: I recently added a local third escort to a scene I was doing with a long term client of mine.
It was going to be a simple group, nothing crazy, everyone has fun, lots of sweat, some domination play. In person, this add-on escort had the bravado of a Mac truck, immediately emptied the mini bar of vodka without asking and consequentially ended up being as limp-dicked as the Obama administration.
It all ended up feeling so⦠Wrong. Most never have the talent or smarts to cross that hourly threshold into becoming a true high-end escort. As for my own trajectory in this business, stay tuned.
Back when I was a double-winner at The Hookies, I scandalized the event by not showing up as these things are not my idea of fun. Trust me. It was absolutely terrible, as the producers of the show have now really cut into the set, costumes and orchestra to cut down on touring costs.
The leads has no personality. The singing was on-key, but lacking any dynamic. Such amazing music. This edition now comes to a close, to which I say thank you for your continued readership. Look for some new, slightly scandalous and sexy stories on the way thanks to a trip to Houston on the horizon and a trip or two to their hot new bath, The Club Houston.
