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It was a fetish club, so no one batted an eye. I spent some time talking with a fellow who is a prominent designer of rubber attire up in Montreal. After we talked a while he started laughing, and explained that some of his friends thought I must be gay, but he noticed what I was noticing and realized otherwise. There was one very lovely women there in a floor-length backless rubber dress, and by backless, I mean nothing on the back half of the dress other than some straps to keep the front side in place. She was not only lovely to look at, but lovely to touch (with her permission). I finally left after several hours; would have stayed longer, but I had a class to be in the next morning.

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