Sunday, March 15, 2009

Friday The 13th

Friday the 13th. Now, I like the number 13. It appeals to my oddity. But this Friday, too many bad things started to happen. And by bad, I mean...those questions...those feelings that happen when he says something.

Three things that came up in passing...(remember, he says nothing he hasn’t thought about). Fisting, Daddy, and Collars. Three subjects that shouldn’t ever be discussed before coffee.

I told him about these though. I’d used the ride back to work to think. I really should find something to occupy my mind on those rides besides thinking, but...maybe not.

His responses were pretty much what I expected. He’s wondering if I’m upset that he pushed the first; he’s still wondering if I’m pushing the second; and he understands why pushing anything in regard to the third maybe isn’t such a good idea at the moment. That’s a big one.

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