Master's Piece over at Down the Rabbit Hole, knows I will never be too far away to give her my own special brand of
If she has questions on "How do I get him to stop...." I will be on standby to shrug and sigh.
If she agonizes about "Shouldn't he not be allowed to muck around my brain?" I will be there to giggle a bit.
If her Master wants to shove things into her various places, I will be there to gently advise about how her gift of submission should never be shoved up his ass in return.
But no more Mentor/mentee. Because I really think she's ready.
Not because she cruelly cut me because I wouldn't put out (I totally would --BTW --except AUSTRALIA, for fucksake).
If you are wondering how I got to be the Mentor of someone way smarter than me, way wiser than me and more world-knowledgeable, who has been a slave WAY longer than myself, well, it is a long and silly story that I have completely forgotten. Such are the perils of a short memory and being too lazy to search my messages. It probably had something to do with tequila and a posse of nine banded armadillos. Or maybe not.