For My Lady
For my Lady Sharon opened the door and stood staring at me, exhaling smoke from her long cheroot into my face. "You're late" she said, "Get your ass in here, I've waited long enough". I entered the hotel room mumbling my apologies, but it appeared my Lady wasn't listening as she slammed the door and stomped over to the bed. Patience is not one of her better attributes. "Get your kit off and stand at the foot of the bed", she instructed, as she flounced into the bathroom, her partially open robe...