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Dom-ly-ness (or, meet the Rockette) - My Dissolute Life
Version 1 I didn’t give the Rockette what I’d led her to expect. We’d never met, or spoken. She was dressed as I’d asked, and prepared to do precisely as I asked. She expected I would use her. Wordlessly. At great length. I had encouraged her to expect this, had told her it was coming.