Actually, Debi has had some trauma in her life, website temporarily had to be taken down, lost my Photobucket, thus, all my nice MySpace comment pics, but it's ALL GOOD.

Now... Ok, So what has DD got on her plate? Well, first... I think Steve, you must construct a huge mud puddle, one where we can dance, wrestle, and invite Freaky Tiki, and all the terrorists that are having issues, you first Steve - push my head so far under, with that mean growl of yours, yes, wait a few moments, let me up, then back down again, this time when I come up for air, with my mouth wide open... well, insert cock here.

Last night, I had a very long conversation with Bionca. Now, remember Mrs. Seven was married for a very long time to the Infamous Bruce (Buttslammer) Seven. She learned from the best. Sadly, Bruce past away some years back and Bionca has been in retirement. We were a great team in the day, she was very dominate.

Perfectly Bossy if you Ask Me.

We went on some super nasty dance gigs together, even brought home a stray cat from Syracuse, NY, after we hog-tied some guy and jerked him off with our feet - all in front of 50 people.

One scene that I remember very vividly was in my last movie, ''Performer of the Year'' (which I wrote). I found her bag of stuff, and got into it, she returned and caught me and all hell broke loose! And, well, lets just say most of the footage probably ended up in Europe Somewhere...

She had a way with her hands! And feet! (Did I say that?) We also had our own series together with John T. Bone, a brilliant Nasty Man, English man... I adored ''Dungeon Dykes'' where we had our own dungeon built, and would invite a new girl (Victim) in every week to get worked over. My, I was in heaven, really, life was grand!

Well, I have invited Mrs. Seven out of retirement and offered to be her assistant in some directing. She is so good! And I have talked to Kylie [Ireland] regarding this joint effort... so I will keep you informed as to the dates, and what not... god I'm wet just thinking about it!

Can you imagine, me and Bionca, in our jeans, converse, hats, super hard nipples and wet pussies telling young do-anything girls what to do? Shit! Now that's show business!

OK, so hope this catches you all up just a bit. I am also looking for a good man... but, I guess in time he'll appear.