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theatre. “I’ve seen them.”
      “Yeah.” He opened the door and stood back to
let Dario and Tula precede him. “I tell you, if they ever come out they’ll never
go back in again. I squealed like a stuck pig. Worse than anything Edan can
inflict on me when he’s in a sadistic mood. I still have nightmares about it
all.”
    Athol
and Edan were switches and had an excellent relationship where they each took
turns as Dom and sub depending on their moods. It seemed to work for them, but
Tula did wonder what happened if they both wanted to take charge at the same
time? Toss for it? Floggers at dawn? She had no intention of asking. It would
no doubt be revealed in conversation one day, as most things were.
    “Where
do we go now?” Dario looked around. “Please god, not up those stairs.”
    “No.”
Tula headed for a few chairs to one side of the steps that led to the stage.
“These are for you and Athol. Edan’s the emcee so to speak. Prof. Peters took
the huff when Edan told him his choice of guest lecturer left a lot to be desired.
Poor guy, he kept saying things like, ‘but he told me he was a well-respected
Dom, and he’s got letters after his name.” Tula laughed. “I do believe Edan
then pointed out to him that a BA in Home Economics or something isn’t really
relevant. And he could say he was a Master of Bullshittery, but saying something
didn’t always mean it was true. Although that surely is.”
      Athol shouted with laughter, and several people
looked in their direction. Even though it was a good half hour until the lecture
was due to start, there was a scattering of people already seated or standing
in groups and chatting.
    “You
know I feel sick,” Tula said suddenly. “I’m about to put my lover up to be
judged and it’s not fair. I feel like we’re in a mail coach with no ammunition
and the baddies are waiting over the hill.”
      “Enough of that, My Lady .” Dario emphasized the title. “Remember you’re a crack
shot, or well a cracking whip shot, and every mail coach would have a whip-wielder.
Go slay em, Mistress.”
    “He’s
right you know,” Athol said as Edan came down from the stage and walked toward
them. “There’s not many people get the chance to show it like it is. What would
you prefer? To hear it from the organ grinder or the monkey, so to speak?”
      Dario made monkey sounds and Tula flicked her
finger over his chin. “God, if we were at home you’d pay for that.”
    “Can
I have it on account then?” he said in an overtly hopeful voice. “You could add
it to the list.”
    “What
list?” Athol asked with laughter in his voice.
      “The one I’m trying to get her to make,” Dario
said. “We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up, from when I was full of
tomfuckery and a dickwad.”
    “You
mean you’re not anymore?” Athol said. “How come you’ve changed the habits of a
lifetime?”
    Tula
snorted. “He’s got you there, pet.”
      “Hey, those tomfuckery, dickwad things are different to the ones we need to draw a veil
over,” Dario said plaintively. “I’m a reformed character. I’ve gone back to my
old ways. As best I can, anyway. I must admit though, it ‘ain't ‘alf fun
finding out what we can or can’t do these days. I now look at our unheated
towel rail in a new light.”
    “If
you three jokers have finished, I need to spirit Tula away and run through the
timings,” Edan said. “You can have her back when it’s all over. We’re going to
have a full house, I think. So many people have asked if it is our Mrs. Talbot.
I think interest is piqued.”
      Tula gulped. “Okay?” she asked Dario anxiously.
“It’s not too late.”
      “To shut My Lady up with a kiss.” He suited
his actions to his words. Behind them, someone wolf whistled and someone else
cheered. He drew back, stroked Tula’s cheek and then very theatrically turned
and bowed. “We might as well turn all their preconceived ideas on their