Australia: An unexpected and lazy day, b*tch

Since we’d gone to bed around five that morning after spending most of the night at the fetish club Vivian and I slept in late.

That morning/afternoon as I was making coffee, Vivian was catching up on the messages she’d missed while we’d been sleeping.  She read one and burst out laughing.

I brought over two steaming cups and asked her what was so funny.  She hesitated.

Don’t get mad, she said.

Um, okay.

She read a text she’d gotten from B that morning.  “That American guy kind of looked like your bitch last night.” Continue reading