It wasn't until the last show ...

Usually I'm not the one that works the late night parties .. the last show roy was pretty ill .. so I put in an appearance at a few. I thought it was very cute and lovely, that dear Juan offered to walk me back to my room, every night.

Silly Juan, I thought .. who would hurt Dear Madame?

Well DOH! There's like 400 drunk guys on one floor, anything can happen.

So, I'm walking w/ 2 guys from one party, down the hall to the next. One next to me and one behind w/ a vid camera. I thought nothing of it, when the guy walking with me, hooked his arm in mine. I'm thinkin'g follow the yellow brick road .. and all of a sudden my head is getting pushed down towards his crotch.

I guess it pays to be short sometimes .. I just slipped under his arm .. grabbed him by the hair and asked him if he'd seen my Husband, the Big dude, bald head, ex paratrooper Okie .. cause he better know him on sight .. cause he would KILL him for touching me.



He once told me never to pick a fight for him .. he was too old to beat the shit out of anyone anymore, and would have to go for a death blow.

I didn't tell him about it till we were on the way home ..

Good job he told me .. and gave me a lesson on self defence. I can now kill quickly and quietly with an ad specialty item. And I will ALWAYS accept an offer from a Friend to be escorted, safely Home.

On a lighter note ..

http://www.madameknows.com/2007/06/1...-are-more-fun/

Thinking back ..

Good thing she met US in the hallway.