AWAKE

 My driver didn't do much. Her pussie lifted the thing called "charger", and when it fell again to the floor the laptop simply... would not charge. I am not sure what a laptop is either, it hasn't been invented yet, all I know is that it seems terribly important to my driver, and it's somewhat connected to me. 

She didn't do much, but she did open the thing and tried to repair it herself only to notice a terrible burning whiff when she put it together again. And it still would not charge. 

So she had to let go, and to spend her savings in a new beasty, as she calls them. 

When she returned, and I woke up, I found things weird in Second Life.... 

doing a little shopping 

 

the Soul of the party

Myron what a gent, and terrific music as always 

 

Berlin's very own Cowboy, Tequila's 'Solstice'.

 

Max, our beloved pianist at EL DORADO. Well... he's always been a little queer.

PauPauline, who of course wears that Sonnatta's dress far better than moi.

and ... ?? the bloody artist ! Tequila performing a very risque - if date/appropiate - number.

Brave Meadow who decided to get up close and personal to the star !!

Tequilita better endowed that most gentlemen and not so gentlemen in Germany and beyond!

Welcome to EL DORADO.

This was a couple of weeks ago, Halloween of course. Apologies, |I am short for time at the moment. I always am when my head is not over my shoulders. 

kisses

Connie.