I went to the local beer festival last night, with live music, great crowds and a massive choice of real ales. By 8pm I was guilty of having enjoyed a number of those fine ales and my alter-ego with the big, flirty mouth was firmly in charge.
A lovely lady wandered into my vicinity and of course, we started talking, or slurring slightly in both our cases. It felt good between us, and I went with the flow, drawn in by her dark eyes and easy smile. Then it came time to refresh our drinks, which entailed fighting through the throng to one of the many beer tents.
I told her to go and gave her the money. I held her eyes as I did so. There was a pause and then she said, ‘what did your last slave die of?’
I replied, ‘She didn’t die, but she got spanked a lot if she didn’t do as she was told.’
There was another pause where I thought my money was about to be thrown back at me, but instead she held it out to me, smiled defiantly and said, ‘You get the drinks then, I’d rather have the consequences.’
And that was it. Masks removed. Connection made. Information passed. Positions understood. I loved it!
I should perhaps complete the story for those who hate a cliffhanger. It was very crowded, we were both with a group of friends and we never got to speak alone again. But it doesn’t matter. What matters is that it shows ‘we’ are out there living in plain sight, and it only takes the right words at the right time to see each other. May there by many more as I roam the crowds of life. But not today... I have a hangover!
