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By Robmacz
‘Your problem is that you have not allowed yourself to have any fun since you split up with John,’ Mike said in his usual direct way, but as usual he was spot on.
‘You’re right and to be honest, I’ve been thinking of packing the job in and doing some travelling. I need something new in my life right now. I need to get away from here.’
‘Look Paul, you can do that by all means, but what you really need is some sex. How many guys have you been with since John?’
I just looked at him, not knowing what to say.
‘Well, has there been anyone, or have you just devoted yourself to that job you constantly tell me you hate?’
‘You’re right,’ I said. ‘To be honest, after being with the same person for twelve years it’s bloody hard to know how or where to start. It’s all right for you; you have that whole effortless charm thing going on. It’s a bit more difficult for the rest of us.’

Today is the anniversary of Paul’s passing. He was a loving, compassionate and FUN person. The photo is from Master Mike, Paul’s companion.
Today’s update at Men in Chains is “Mister Peterson”
Also new today:
“Lock Down Full Time – Day 71”
See the VIDEOS at Men In Chains
At My Friends Feet, Manuel Skye wins a coin toss and gets to tie up and tickle Rocky Vallarta:
See the VIDEO at My Friends Feet
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 8: Nothing Is Perfect
At the hotel, a nice lunch in the King George Grill, a long nap, another good meal in the Oak Room, and many occasions to consider, while sloshing the liquids in my glass, what it might be like to live here. And there were a couple of entertaining events.
Cedric, my busboy at dinner, was a slappie I didn’t remember seeing before. His distinctive attire told me why. Instead of the standard brown slappie cap, he wore a white, fez-like piece of headgear imprinted with SERVANT IN TRAINING in large black letters. It was like one of those dunce caps you see in cartoons. Which was appropriate. The guy fumbled and bumbled and finally, rushing to clear my table for the dessert course, fell over his boots in a crash of plates and glasses. Everyone looked up, shocked at the breach of discipline. A waiter strode out of the kitchen, followed by two large slappies. The slappies picked up the dishes; the waiter grabbed Servant in Training by the ear and pulled him out of the room. The guests smiled appreciatively: the King George knew how to handle these things. The slappie would get the lesson it needed. After all, it was 40 years old! Obviously, old enough to know better.
How do you like them handcuffs, prisoner? Good, I hope, because I’m going to the beach. See ya.
Today’s handcuff pictures are from Mr S.