Footloose

The gentle swooshing of waves at Las Arenas Rodas was massaging my toes as I lay peacefully on the beach. The frequent screech of a seagull reminded me I wasn't completely alone. The sounds of nature a song I dearly missed.

For the first time in a while I was in no rush to be somewhere, I wasn’t being called by this isn't working, that needs doing. The hustle and bustle of city life was behind me, and lying their on the beach soaking the suns warmth I was clearly not missing it.

I was rapidly finding the key ingredient that allowed me to walk that fine line of confidence so easily. It was balance. I needed to Experience people and relationships on the right level, I had to control my heroin like addictions and devote the enough of me to my friends and my partner Sami.

The realization that I needed to be divorced from my responsibilities came to me when I told Sami is was too busy to see her. I resorted to an all or nothing approach, you know if it doesn’t fit, force it, if it breaks it needed fixing anyway.

Names, faces and places were slipping out of mind and sight, I was footloose and fancy free. Sami had escaped to some destination unknown. I knew it would be some weeks before she would return, she knew though that I would be here waiting.

The tropical waters of Las Arenas was always more comfortable than any psychiatrist chair. I was already receiving job offers, one sounding too busy even for the person offering, another from a manager at my old club the place that made me wealthy the last was at SinSity.

SinSity was a large island, with a very busy brothel. It consisted of a large Dance hall, catechisms’ of BDSM rooms underneath and in excess of 10,000 VIP's. Despite what my boss may have been offering, quite simply I enjoyed his humour; he just loved to perv, so it was a simple relationship that benefited both of us.

Slipping sun lotion into my soft skin, spreading it, massaging it in, I was picturing me resting edge of the roof top pool at the Sinsity mansion. Some may call it lazy, I call it sensibility.

I had my secret stash of linden, my insurance but my confidence was such I never needed to touch it, if I wanted money I knew when, where and how to get it. In a balanced lifestyle, the confident Ozzie could control her heroin like addictions a use sex as a tool to milk money from the wealthy clients with relative ease.

I snapped a bikini string on my hip, rested the weight of my shoulders using my elbows and forearms. I titled my head back, my sunglasses pointing up towards the midday sun; I managed something other than a club, a smile.

I had no regrets, no animosity, just warm sun, the sounds of nature, I slipped out of responsibility, became one with nature and happily wore nothing but my smile, it began to feel pleasurable for a change, “I missed this” I said, no one was listening just the seagull.

Oz