On the surface, falling in love the way a kid in a mountain town might fall down an abandoned mine shaft wrought few changes in Hansel’s day-to-day. He was at Sugar’s side in The Cage almost nightly. He picked up some more weight—if it ain’t broke, you don’t fix it, and the fact that she ensconced him as her King had been part of the appeal from the beginning. The fact that a man who’d ascended to a certain level of local celebrity in violet eye shadow and strapless evening gowns wielded his donkey dong like a world-class s*x athlete had come as something of a surprise, but Hansel had never been f****d so good—or so often. Before long, just watching Sugar reach for the makeup remover wipes set the spark of need inside him aflame.
In drag, Sugar effervesced with a certain flirtatious frivo
