I imagine Fay enjoyed my gift. She's turned in for the night early. Poor dear isn't feeling well. Not that I'm exactly complaining. She's far easier to deal with when she's not constantly yammering in my ear. I do miss the yammering a little, though, when it's not there. Just a little. Hardly at all, really. Actually, I'd barely say I miss it. Miss ( Read more... )

Fay is going to be quite displeased with me, I suspect. She does not seem, even after all these years, to be the sort that will fondly forgive my handcuffing her to the bed and leaving her unsated. Rather, I imagine that I will be in a lot of pain once I finally let her go. Of course, this just makes me more loathe to actually let her go. She is ( Read more... )