Cat*, you are a naughty, naughty girl.
A number of years ago now, a friend of mine whose then-partner was working at Star City Casino, got us free tickets to the version of "Rocky Horror" featuring Tim Ferguson. We had a dining table quite close to the stage. When Fergus- er, Frankenfurter made his entrance, he did so wearing only a few leather straps, dangling from a flying fox that came directly overhead of our table. I got to see his hairy scrotal sac peeping out from between his skinny little legs and assorted pieces of metal-studded leather. Scarred, I was, scarred for life. I tell you, if I'd been straight then, I wouldn't have been afterwards.
I'm glad our little Frankie wasn't with me at the time - he would have fainted clean away from the shock. I'm made of sterner stuff, though! <smug look>
But yes, Le Fanu, we want to see the sequel from the Mad Tarotista of early 21st Century Portugal. Loved the original, there *has* to be a sequel!
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Thank you for being open to prosperity. (Emily Immerse)