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heads,
eh?”
    “Of
course, love. I’m with you every step of the way.”
    “I
love you, My Lady.”
      “I love you too, pet.” Tula nodded towards
some seats not too far away. “Regarding ideas, I think we’ll shake them up
alright. Now a word of warning. Asshole alert on the end of the third row in
the middle.”
    Athol
and Dario turned to look at the scowling guy who had just sat down. Athol whistled.
“The guy in the green checked jacket? That’s Master of the caramel sweetie? It
looks like it. And they’ve all gone around his middle.” To say the man was
chunky was somewhat of an understatement. “If he takes a deep breath he’ll pop
someone’s eye out with a shirt button.”

 
    Chapter Seven
     
    Dario
stared and something tickled the recesses of his mind. Then he began to laugh. “Oh
well, now then that is interesting. Very, very interesting. This is going to be
fun.”
    He
recognized the guy.
    “Let’s
hope you still think so afterward,” Tula said with a sigh, “when all this goes
ballistic. I can see at least two members of the fourth estate with their notebooks
and recorders at the ready.”
      “Oh good. I’ll make sure I get a bit about my
new job into it.”
      “How do you mean you,” Tula said suspiciously.
“When?”
      “If I get asked anything, I’ll answer,” Dario
said stubbornly. “That is non-negotiable whatever you say. Not to stand up for us is red. You know you’ll say who you
are and who I am, so fuck ’em all. If what I think might happen, does happen, at
the least I’ll be asked some questions, and by someone not best pleased with
you.”
      Tula glared, and then her expression relaxed.
“Well let’s be honest, I didn’t expect anything less. But why are you so sure
you’ll be questioned?”
      “See Master Bullshittery, Asshole, Caramel? I
know him, and if he starts on, which I reckon he will, I know who will come out
best, and it won’t be him. Plus if anyone dares to say there is no such thing
as a macho male sub, I’ll show ’em. Do not diss my Domme.”
    “God
almighty.” Tula threw her hands up in the air in defeat. “This gets more and
more complicated by the minute. Ah well, okay. Edan take me away and get me
ready.”
      “I thought that my job,” Dario called after
her. She turned, grinned, and he stuck his tongue out.
    Tula
drew a very large stroke to indicate that was ‘one’.
    Dario
took a deep breath, sat down rested his crutches on the seat to one side of him
as Athol took the one on the other side.
    “Who
is the Asshole Dom then?” Athol asked under his breath.
    “Shh,
wait and see,” Dario told him. “This could get more than nosiness into our
dynamic. Interesting.” He could hardly wait. Dario swiveled around to see every
seat taken and people standing in the gallery. “Full house,” he murmured to Athol.
“Bet some of the other lecturers wish they could do even half as well.”
      “Yeah, I used to copy most of my notes from
someone a lot more conscientious than me,” Athol replied. “I bet they don’t get
this sort of turnout very often. Mind you, your Lady has titled her lecture
brilliantly. ‘As many kinks as people’. It’s sure to catch a person’s
attention.”
    Tula
took the stage and an expectant hush fell over the hall.
    “Hello.”
Her voice was clear, her stance confident and she looked relaxed and at home on
the stage. “As some of you know, my name is Petula Talbot. What most of you do
not know is I am a Domme.” She paused and grinned at Dario. Obviously she’d
decided to stick word for word to their script. “And before anyone who knows a
little bit about BDSM, and has heard of some of the titles and names we use, says
it, I’ve heard the ‘A Domme called Pet’, ad nauseum.” She paused while a ripple
of laughter went around the room. “I’m married to Dario Talbot, who, I guess
most of you know as a footballer, albeit one out of the game at the moment with
a serious injury, and