were killed in their homes?”
“Yes.”
“Smokey will sleep at the top of the steps, same as always. We’ll be fine.”
“I know. I’m not worried enough to post bodyguards yet. I just want you to be on alert.”
“Yeah well, sweet dreams to you, too. Goodnight, Aery.”
“Goodnight, Bug.”
Chapter Five
My Friday morning appointment was a regular patient I see every week. He usually came in on Thursdays but had rescheduled to Friday morning this week. Frank is an alpha male who happens to be sexually submissive — it’s hard for the foreman of a construction crew to come to grips with the fact he likes to be tied up and have women torture his boy-parts and stick things up his ass.
Frank and I have a nice rapport and he no longer gets pissed at me for pointing out the things he’d rather not have to come to terms with. This week he told me about his Mistress taking him to The Diamond Club last weekend in a collar and leash, as it was the first time Frank had submitted in public and it was difficult for him. His Mistress had pointed out The Diamond Club is a mostly gay club, and if anyone he knew happened to be there, they couldn’t very well tell anyone without outing themselves as well.
We talked a good bit about how he felt about his experience, and the conflicts he’d been forced to deal with. I was also interested in hearing about The Diamond Club, since I’d recently met the owner. I’ve been there, but it was nice to hear someone else’s impression of the place.
What really interested me was an incident Frank told me about. Apparently, a fight broke out upstairs, and Frank watched someone jump flatfooted from the dance floor, up and over the railing of the upper level, easily land on both feet, and then calmly pick both fighters up around their rib cages, one under each arm, and walk towards the upstairs office with them. Frank insisted he hadn’t been allowed to drink anything but water, and he was sure of what he saw.
It sounded like something a supernatural would do, not a human. Especially since Frank said no one seemed to notice the jump, and that he doubted he would’ve if the man hadn’t been standing right beside him. His Mistress was holding his leash and hadn’t seen it, and hadn’t believed Frank when he told her about it. I, also, tried to downplay what he’d seen, though I felt guilty for doing so. I find most humans often just don’t see what they don’t believe is possible, so it didn’t surprise me that no one else seemed to notice.
However, two days ago I’d had vampires in my office, and yesterday I met a man who owned a club with at least one supernatural bouncer. I don’t believe in random coincidences.
The rest of my workday went as it should, and that night I worked backstage during Lauren’s show. I’d volunteered for this night months ago, since Lauren is always nervous to be performing on the big stage and likes having me close when she’s uneasy. The show went off without a hitch and we went home and I let her fall sleep in my bed so we could talk about the show and her day at school and anything else she wanted to talk about.
Once she was asleep, I carried her to her own bed and tucked her in. I’d love to let her sleep in my bed every night, but I’d seen it happen too many times in my practice when the daughter slept with the mom, and when the mom finally got around to marrying someone, the daughter felt like she’d been kicked out of bed for the new man in mom’s life. So I made the bedtime pajama parties a special event, and I always carried her to her own bed when it was over. Not that I expected to meet a man to share my life with, but if the impossible ever happened I wanted to make the transition as easy on Lauren as possible.
We had a relaxing day Saturday, and that evening we arrived at the theater an hour and a half before show time. I walked Lauren downstairs to the dressing room and helped her and a few of
“Yes.”
“Smokey will sleep at the top of the steps, same as always. We’ll be fine.”
“I know. I’m not worried enough to post bodyguards yet. I just want you to be on alert.”
“Yeah well, sweet dreams to you, too. Goodnight, Aery.”
“Goodnight, Bug.”
Chapter Five
My Friday morning appointment was a regular patient I see every week. He usually came in on Thursdays but had rescheduled to Friday morning this week. Frank is an alpha male who happens to be sexually submissive — it’s hard for the foreman of a construction crew to come to grips with the fact he likes to be tied up and have women torture his boy-parts and stick things up his ass.
Frank and I have a nice rapport and he no longer gets pissed at me for pointing out the things he’d rather not have to come to terms with. This week he told me about his Mistress taking him to The Diamond Club last weekend in a collar and leash, as it was the first time Frank had submitted in public and it was difficult for him. His Mistress had pointed out The Diamond Club is a mostly gay club, and if anyone he knew happened to be there, they couldn’t very well tell anyone without outing themselves as well.
We talked a good bit about how he felt about his experience, and the conflicts he’d been forced to deal with. I was also interested in hearing about The Diamond Club, since I’d recently met the owner. I’ve been there, but it was nice to hear someone else’s impression of the place.
What really interested me was an incident Frank told me about. Apparently, a fight broke out upstairs, and Frank watched someone jump flatfooted from the dance floor, up and over the railing of the upper level, easily land on both feet, and then calmly pick both fighters up around their rib cages, one under each arm, and walk towards the upstairs office with them. Frank insisted he hadn’t been allowed to drink anything but water, and he was sure of what he saw.
It sounded like something a supernatural would do, not a human. Especially since Frank said no one seemed to notice the jump, and that he doubted he would’ve if the man hadn’t been standing right beside him. His Mistress was holding his leash and hadn’t seen it, and hadn’t believed Frank when he told her about it. I, also, tried to downplay what he’d seen, though I felt guilty for doing so. I find most humans often just don’t see what they don’t believe is possible, so it didn’t surprise me that no one else seemed to notice.
However, two days ago I’d had vampires in my office, and yesterday I met a man who owned a club with at least one supernatural bouncer. I don’t believe in random coincidences.
The rest of my workday went as it should, and that night I worked backstage during Lauren’s show. I’d volunteered for this night months ago, since Lauren is always nervous to be performing on the big stage and likes having me close when she’s uneasy. The show went off without a hitch and we went home and I let her fall sleep in my bed so we could talk about the show and her day at school and anything else she wanted to talk about.
Once she was asleep, I carried her to her own bed and tucked her in. I’d love to let her sleep in my bed every night, but I’d seen it happen too many times in my practice when the daughter slept with the mom, and when the mom finally got around to marrying someone, the daughter felt like she’d been kicked out of bed for the new man in mom’s life. So I made the bedtime pajama parties a special event, and I always carried her to her own bed when it was over. Not that I expected to meet a man to share my life with, but if the impossible ever happened I wanted to make the transition as easy on Lauren as possible.
We had a relaxing day Saturday, and that evening we arrived at the theater an hour and a half before show time. I walked Lauren downstairs to the dressing room and helped her and a few of
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