From the book of Sissitrix — Page 24, Paragraph 6:
We clean your sins. It is so clean. Do you like the erotism of the sparkling chromes? Does all this coldness turn you on? How many have we tortured here? I lost track.
When Erin and I parted company, she gave me carte blanche to do as I wished. Sure, we meet up occasionally for a drink at Underworld Club, but she has her hands full managing the real underworld.
Giving someone carte blanche is excellent in theory, but I needed to tread carefully with my friend and therapist Diana Von Rigg running Sin Street.
I felt somewhat abandoned after Erin left. She used me sexually and for my physical abilities, of which I had no problem, but a void in my life was created. I am a bringer of war and an animal lovemaker, making no apologies. I’m not to everyone’s taste and no good for high and mighty Erin in the long run, but we had a good time while it lasted, and I will never forget the day I beat her ass with a broomstick before fucking her while she begged for more.
When we parted company, Erin’s only stipulation was - “Don’t cross Diana Von Rigg, Rex.” She installed much hope in Sin Street’s new mayor, but there is only so much anyone can achieve alone.
After her installation ceremony, I met Diana Von Rigg because she asked to see me. We were connected in many ways, her having saved my ass and still being the only dominatrix I could have administered my treatment.
Diana asked for my help running Sin Street, but I turned her down - why the fuck would I want to manage the wheels and cogs of a city?
I waited outside her office, the last on a row of chairs, watching four guys being wanked off by Hannah’s girls. They were Diana Von Rigg’s 5 p.m. meeting. When the door opened and my sweet friend beckoned, I pointed at the guys being given free handjobs and shook my head.
“Why?”