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But Barbara snapped me silent. "Yes, I fuckin' see, you perverted philanderer. I see you with your cock up my friend's cunt, you two-timing piece of shit."
Then she went to her side of the bed, sat down, picked up the bedside table phone and punched in a number.
There was an eerie silence in the bedroom as we could all hear the number ringing. Then a voice answered.
"Hi, said Barb, "is that Domestic Dungeons? Fine, may I speak with the Leather Man."
A man's voice came on the line. "Hi," said my wife, "this is Barbara, you may remember I called in this morning to discuss the possibility of you installing a torture chamber in the basement of my Hollywood home.
"Well, I've had a good think, and it's no longer a possibility,"
My heart leapt! Then the man's voice could be heard.
My wife laughed. "Sorry, when I said it's no longer a possibility I must have mislead you.
"It's just that this morning I wasn't quite sure. Now I'm very sure.
"Idefinitelywant you to install a torture chamber!"
To be continued.
