Musette's - Chapter 1

...opening at midnight with scented candles the decadent essence of absinthe and figs. Naked and walking on all fours wearing cloven mittens and cloven socks. My ex sister in law chained by a collar wearing, or should I say dragging a 14-inch rubber strap on.  

By day I am a monger of books living the life of the average nincompoop. By night, trolling the bars for people being discreet. Miriam likes it rough and she is a good piece of ass.    

A glimpse of nightshade prolonging in nudie bars on the wild side of dark inhibitions at Musette's uncensored obsessions. Listening to the blues saxophone blow innuendos as I pick up the tab. A private club exclusively for the artsy crowd many of who are burning bridges. On the west side of Capitol City where politicians get their backs scratched and blowjobs in the Men's Room on the taxpayer's dime.

Some say that I am a bit eccentric, some say ...It's all BS. I know who I am and I am unapologetic for being a nice guy with a fetish. Inhaling the leather as Musette walks over to my table. "Good evening Al. I see you brought a new puppy."  

Musette has all the accouterments for being an endowed woman, except that she is a tranvestite eunuch. Musette is very sociable and has been a friend for several years. Nothing more.