So you're curious about what kind of woman would run around clad in nothing but a skate key. A woman strong enough to rehabilitate the swiss-cheesed brain of dear LeatherLad after his incarceration in Big John's cellar by the Immortal Cimoli, yet tender enough to cater to his fears and phobia's.
I've started documenting some of my techniques with an eye toward future publication. Perhaps marketing my book in local malls, lectures on the circuit, then my own hour on QVC! A movie deal! But only if they get Jane Seymour to play me.