Despite riding a success-high. I'm all too conscious that I'm not firing on all cylinders and could easily drop my hard-won prizes.
So the belt, threaded through the buckle to give me a handle, is firmly looped around my wrist at one end. The other end... It's a bit of a contraption, but I'm working with what I have. Juliana's bra, knotted to the belt by its own straps, gives me another eighteen inches or so.
My rope, lengthened with braided strips of Juliana's blouse, is weighted at one end with rolled-up vinyl, cannibalised from the top half of the boots, tied into a ball with thread picked out from belt, skirt and anything else I could find. The hairs from the silver wig look promising but are too short to be useful, for this at least.
Of course, the bottom part, with the spiked he
