I woke up when ♀ got home from having breakfast with her brother. I hadn’t had enough sleep. I felt thick and stupid and cranky. I ate the leftover pizza from the night before then crawled back under the covers still wearing sweatpants and her fuzzy pink housecoat. Two hours later I was awake again, drenched in sweat.

 

♀ was chatting with someone online. She’d lost her pants. I kissed her cheek and she told me to release her sweater puppies. I undid her bra. I went in the other room and turned on the idiot box. The football game I was going to watch was 24-1 at halftime. ♀ went into the bedroom. I switched to Rocky & Bullwinkle.

 

 ”Come here, Princess.”

 

She was spread-eagled before me. Feet on the floor, bent at the waist, upper body on the bed. I took off my clothes and stood between her legs, rubbing my thickening cock between her ass cheeks.

 

“Is this an acceptable way for a slut to present herself?”

“I’m certain a presentation like this will get lots of  attention.”

“It’s to bad there aren’t any real men here to appreciate it. Put your face down there and lick my panties.

When I wrote this post last night it had very detailed descriptions of the two times we fucked yesterday. It was day three of her period so there was much blood and showers and laundry…lots and lots of laundry. We’d been away from home the past two weekends and I’d been a 6-night a week kinda baker for three weeks before that so this was the first full weekend we’d spent at home in a long time. The sex was great, but when I read the post this morning it didn’t sparkle. There seemed to be a lot of ‘tab A went into slot B and several orgasms were achieved’. It was a boring read so I deleted it.

 

After one of our showers yesterday she told me she wanted me to do something different with her hair. Remember I took a hair braiding class a few years ago? Well, she’s decided I need to expand my repertoire. So with the help of several tutorials on Youtube, I learned how to do a ‘fishtail’ braid.

 

Later in the day she brought out a french manicure kit she’d bought awhile ago. I’ve been painting her toe nails for a long time, but she doesn’t usually let me do her fingers…I’ve always had trouble colouring within the lines. This french manicure kit is an entirely different level of  fiddly. We did her fingers together and she only needed to fix 2/10. Then she told me to do her toes myself. That is really freakin hard to do. I got frustrated and asked what the point of little white stripes on the tips of  little tiny toe nails. She said I needed to know lots of ways to make her look beautiful for other men.

 

I’ve been thinking about that. Do you think men…I mean ‘real’ men notice things like fishtail braids and french pedicures?

 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Oh, I didn’t tell you what happened after the Dad’s Day BBQ at Junior & Krayon’s place. Junior and I were kinda drunk by the time things started to wind down. So ♀ drove Mini (he was allowed to spend the night) & I home. Krayon drove Junior and the baby over to our house as well because…Mini decided to get his head shaved.

 

This was a big deal because his hair was down below his shoulders and he didn’t tell his mother he was going to get it cut. Well, what he said just before ♀ started with the clippers is he might have mentioned that he was thinking of getting it cut.

 

He is still very attached to his mother so for him to do something like this without clearing it with her was…encouraging!

 

♀  didn’t use the blade on him, but she did take it down as short as the clippers would get it. We took lots of pictures, but sharing them here would probably be a bad idea.

 

 

He hasn’t been back since, but I did talk to him a couple of nights ago. His mother doesn’t like the new look. I, on the other hand, am very amused.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

♀ asked me earlier in the week if I could help her dye her hair. I’d never done that before, but was eager to learn a new skill to help serve my gibbled-Goddess. We decided I would wake her up when I got home from work Friday morning, I’d put the dye in, she’d study sign-language for 30 minutes while I made us breaky and got her lunch ready. Then we’d have a shower, I’d rinse her hair, help her get dressed, I’d go to bed and she’d go off to work.

 

Sounds like a perfectly reasonable plan, right? I thought so too. Many moons ago (15 yrs?) I started getting a muscle spasm in my side. There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason for why or when it happens. I’ll just be going along minding my own business when I’ll get this stabbing pain in my side. It’s always in the exact same place and it only last for a second or two, but it makes me gasp and flinch. There’s no pretending that it didn’t happen. Actually, I picture my ex sticking pins in a voodoo doll.  Sometimes that’s it. Just one sharp stab and then it doesn’t happen again for months. Other times I get an attack and that stab will happen every 5 or 10 seconds. When that starts, it can go on for hours. It really is brutal. I’ve been to a couple of different doctors, but since it’s so random they can’t really do much about it…try ice or heat or stretching exercises or a muscle relaxant…

 

I had an attack  just as I was leaving the bakery Friday morning. When I got home I took two muscle relaxants and put an ice pack on it for 30 minutes. Then I woke ♀ and she gave me two of the muscle relaxants that she got from the hospital (different from the first two) and I tried the heating pad for 30 minutes. Then I decided that we absolutely needed to dye her hair. She wanted me to go to bed, but there was no way I could fall asleep with the spasms and I’d promised to do her hair and I was damn well going to do her hair. End of discussion.

 

I really wish we’d had a camera in our bathroom. Me with 4 muscle relaxants and still having spasms every 10 seconds, ♀ only able to move one arm, trying not to jostle the other one trying to explain how to get the dye applied evenly to all her hair.  It wasn’t easy, but we managed to get it done without either of us getting really cranky. The end result wasn’t perfect, but all things considered, not to bad.

 

After I’d rinsed and washed and dried and braided her hair and helped her get dressed and in her sling and ready for the day, she gave me an itty-bitty hydromophone tablet and guess what? No more muscle spasm. In fact not much more of anything for the next 10 hours.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 ♀ & I had a shower together Sunday afternoon. I washed her hair, shaved her legs and one pit. She’s still very sore and has very limited mobility, but she was able to pull her arm away from her body far enough to allow me to rub some Polysporin on her rash. She was able to get dressed…well I had to do up her bra, but at least she wasn’t wearing pj’s. We managed to go for a stroll in the sunshine and went out for lunch.  We even had sex, though there was a ten hour break between her orgasm and mine.

 

After we got home from our walk and lunch I checked emails and cleaned up the kitchen, then I went to find ♀. She was on our bed (first time in a week) all propped up with pillows. She was naked from the waist down (her pussy really needs to be shaved), she was trying to get the angle with the bullet in her wrong hand and her favourite glass dildo was beside her. I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her inner thighs with the cool glass. It took awhile, but eventually she got the bullet where it needed to be and I started to tease her lips with the tip of the dildo.

 

 We both knew her excitement level would need to build to a point where it would over-ride her fear of what would happen when her muscles contracted during orgasm. There was no hurry. I gently caressed up and down her legs and across her belly and her moistening cunt slowly swallowed the bumpy glass shaft. It certainly wasn’t her biggest or longest orgasm ever, but at least she was able to have it. She was very achy afterwards. She took a T-3 and moved back to the couch with an ice pack.

 

Once she was sort of comfortable she told me to bring her the NJoy butt plug and she inserted it for me. She said I could get dressed pretty. I put on black silk stockings, black long-line bra with both inserts so I had really big boobs and a low cut purple dress. You know, I still feel guilt about getting dressed up, but I think it’s more because we can’t really go out and do anything if I’m dressed up. I don’t cross-dress to try and pass as female, I do it because I’m a sissy. So it’s fine to do when she’s not home and I’m doing house-work, but if she’s home we’re stuck. That will be one of the benefits of joining the Lounge.  Since we couldn’t go anywhere anyway I didn’t feel guilty. It was nice. We had delicious beef stroganoff, watched a couple of really stupid movies and just hung out.

 

♀ decided she wanted to try sleeping in our bed. So I got changed into a pink baby-doll with matching panties and after lots of trial and error we managed to get the pillows situated just right. I was laying beside her and she reached over and started playing with my nipples. I thought she was going to tell me to masturbate for her. She reached down and stroked my cock and in a quiet voice said, “if you promise not to hurt me, you can have sloppy-seconds Baby”.

 

We tried missionary first, but even gentle thrusting put too much downward pressure so I laid beside her. She had a leg over my hips so she had more control over my angle and depth. Being inside her for the first time in a week (the longest break in 8 years) and concentrating on not jostling her meant I didn’t last long…which was probaly a good thing. She’d given me permission to masturbate several times during the week, but I was only able to come once. I think I was just to stressed. 

 

Even with all that activity she only took about half of the pain medicine she had needed the days before so we were hopeful when we went to see her GP Monday morning. The doctor told us that there’s definitely calcium deposits in the joint, but the accute pain was most likely caused by a ligament tear in the rotator-cuff.  The shoulder is a very complicated joint and an injury can trigger spasms in any (or all) of  the six muscles and that can get really fucking painful. Apparently, injuries like this are common when we sleep because we’re not aware of our bodies and we can move past the ‘ouch’ point without knowing it.

 

So the doctor referred her to a physiotherapist who specializes in this sort of injury. From what she can see on the x-ray and the improvement in the past day, she’s cautiously optimistic that physio will do the trick. Her first appointment is next Monday and the doctor said she could try going back to work tomorrow.

 

Cross your fingers.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

Ok, so here’s the scene: I’d been home from work for about 30 minutes having breakfast, checking email, twitter, blogs…the regular routine.

♀ stumbled out of our bedroom. The people upstairs had been noisy, her shoulder was achy, she hadn’t slept very long or very well.

That’s about when I saw the above caption and picture at AAG.  ♀ came over to give me a kiss and show me her boobies and I asked her if she agreed with AAG. She looked at it and said, “No!’ It didn’t come across like she was disgusted. It was more like, why would you even ask me such a thing?

 

 I wear panties every day (she tossed out all my men undies years ago).  I also have lots of other girlie clothes (including garters and stockings), but for some reason I haven’t been wearing them much at all lately.  So my train of thought was, if she’s that turned off by a young, fit, pretty boy pulling on stockings it’s just as well that I (a middle-aged guy with a shaved head and a Buddha belly) am not wearing such things anymore. And maybe she only just tolerated it when I wore such things in the past because she loves me and she’s secretly glad I’ve stopped and she hopes that it has stopped for good. And how do I feel about that? Do I love her even more for putting up with something she clearly hates or am I pissed because she’s been deceitful? It doesn’t matter because tomorrow when I get up I’m going to throw all my girly clothes into garbage bags and take them down to the Sally-Ann…

 

Even though she was still half asleep she could tell I was out of sorts, but I wouldn’t tell her what was wrong and we could both sense that we were getting off track. I finished on the computer and we had a shower together and even that didn’t help much. We were in bed and she was trying to get fresh with me and my little head was arguing with my big head. So finally I told her what was bugging me. I blurted out pretty much everything from the above paragraph and by the time I was done she was laughing so hard there were tears running out of her eyes.

 

It turns out in her sleepy state the picture hadn’t even registered. All that had sunk in was the caption “Hairy Leg + Stocking = So Fucking Hot. She doesn’t even like her legs to be stubbly and putting on stockings when they are stubbly feels nasty. The first few times I wore stockings (when I was with her) I wasn’t shaving my legs yet so she could feel the hair sticking through and she hated it. So it really had nothing to do with the pretty boy or me at all.

 

I’m an idiot and she’s a Goddess and life is good.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Oh before I forget, our friend Jennifer, is working on a Sexual Prowess Project and she’s looking for participants. Check it out!

 xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

 

We’d only been on the beach at Nuevo Vallarta for about 10 minutes when an old woman asked ♀ if she wanted her hair braided. It seemed like a great idea at the time. She’d always wanted to have it done and she wouldn’t need to worry about the salt water of the ocean or the chlorinated water of the pools (aren’t swim-up bars the greatest?) or the hard water of the hotel shower. So 30 minutes later she had this:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What we hadn’t considered was what her hair would be like after 5 days of salt water, chlorinated water, hard water and sunshine. The sunshine, that’s what turned out to be the really big ooops. Have you ever had a sun-burnt scalp? Can you imagine how much a sunburned scalp would hurt while trying to remove those tight little braids? It took us 2 hours and you can’t see the angry red lines all over her head, but this is what her hair looked like when we were done:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HHNT

♀ & sss

 

ps: Happy Thanksgiving, American cousins!

Strapped in Silk is a relatively new addition to the Ear Candy section of our blog-roll and if you haven’t visited Miss Teresa yet, you really should. She creates audio stories from the fantasies her visitors send her. You can either send her your script or she’ll work with you to write one and then she’ll record it for you. Pretty cool, huh?

 

She especially likes to do Femdom fantasies/ forced feminization you know, sissy stuff. She has lots of free audio clips on her site (as well as loads of other cool stuff) and she has just an amazing voice. It’s loving, dominant, playful, stern, contemptuous, breathy, warm,  intimate…gush gush gush.

 

Anyway, she’s sent us her latest effort (I ♥ being a blogger). I believe it’s a story she’s written based on the numerous requests shes had rather then one specific person. The Transformation is 44 minutes of sissy heaven. Miss Teresa tells the story in the first person, so it feels like she’s speaking directly to you (the sissy). In the story you’re the only male employee in an all female office and your boss has caught you stealing lingerie from your co-workers. To avoid being fired you agree to enroll in Miss Teresa’s Beauty School to be transformed into a beautiful and obedient sissy.

 

She guides you through all the steps: your first shopping trip. Not only for pretty lingerie, but also skirts and dresses and blouses and shoes. All on your credit card of course. Then it’s off to the salon for waxing and shaving and lessons on make-up application. You learn how to choose an outfit, how to walk in high heels, how to do your hair and make-up all on your own. During your lessons you accidentally soil a pair of panties and you’re fitted with a very tiny cock-cage. Miss Teresa invites some friends over and you put on a little fashion show for them. It goes very well and you’re rewarded with a pedicure and manicure. After a few more lessons your ready for your coming out party and wow what a party. You learn all about the joys of strap-ons.

 

Miss Teresa’s attention to detail is amazing and her voice is exquisite and I just loved this mp3, but that’s hardly a surprise now is it? Want to know something very cool?   ♀ & I listened to it together (while doing each others toe nails) and she really liked it as well. She said the only thing that was missing was the moans and groans of a sissy in the background, but she could just imagine that.

 

Later after we’d had a shower and I’d done her hair, ♀ said she’d like to send me to Miss Teresa’s Beauty school for a transformation. She said she’d cuckold me for sure then!

 

Thanks Miss Teresa,

 

♀ & sss

ps:

Hey, we were wondering if you, dear reader, could pick one story from our archives to be made into an mp3, what one would it be?

I adore women and as long as I have eyes in my head, I’ll be a girl-watcher. I recognize that not all women/girls want to be stared at so I do make an effort not to be creepy about it, but the fact is, I’m going to look. For me, it goes beyond just women I see out in public. A large part of my on-line time is spent looking at women. If we go to an art gallery,  the first thing I look for is art that celebrates the female form. If I were an artist that’s all I would paint or draw or carve or sculpt. When we go into a book store, the first thing I look for is erotica written by women. When ♀ & I are together I find it almost impossible to not touch her hair, breasts, ass, feet…I worship the Goddess and no, I don’t feel guilty about it.

 

One of the many many reasons I’m so lucky to be married to ♀ is she’s not threatened by my fascination of all things feminine. In fact she encourages it. We were at a local eatery recently known for it’s young, attractive, scantily clad waitresses and they sat us in a section with a waiter. ♀ asked to be moved to a different section. She points out attractive women who I may have missed, she enjoys going to see strippers as much as I do, she’s always on the look out for ‘girly’ stuff and best of all she never seems to get tired of me touching her.

 

OK,  I’m going to change gears for a bit, but I’ll get back to girl-watching in a minute. During the final sad year with the mother of my son, I started having quite a bit of cyber-sex. My X and I didn’t have sex at all for two years after our son was born and in the next two years I could count on one hand how many times we had whoopee. Eventually, I realized that masturbating with someone online was better then by myself. I had become so isolated and lonely that the maybe-real-maybe-not quality of online relationships became a lifeline for me. Of course I got caught and of course it gave her a convenient excuse to never sleep with me again. We did go through the couples counselling charade. What a joke. The therapist was female and she also had a female ‘trainee’ in the room with us. Yeah, I’m a sissy, but three women in a room with me, the X in tears talking about how betrayed she was. I was doomed. The therapist said that any activity that took sexual energy away from my primary relationship was destructive and was considered cheating. I argued that there was no sexual energy in my primary relationship and could they even imagine how sad and lonely I was to make masturbating with a virtual friend online preferable to doing it by myself? It didn’t matter. I was a rat-bastard and she was the poor betrayed perfect mother and that, as they say, was that.

 

I know now that most of the ten years we spent together were a lie and my only regret is that I didn’t realize it earlier (though I did get a great son), but to this day I maintain that having cyber-sex in that situation (based on the therapists definition) wasn’t cheating. Fast forward to the present. I would never have cyber-sex without ♀ being involved because there is a huge amount of sexual energy between us and again, based on the therapists definition, it would take energy away from us and that would be cheating.

 

In the years that ♀ & I have been together I haven’t spent very much time chatting online. Not because I’m worried about going astray. It’s more a case of I type very slowly and my spelling is atrocious and even if  it’s not sucking energy, it is a distraction from ♀ and from writing. So most of my communication is by email. But, and there’s always a but, Gmail has a chat function and I’ve had the opportunity to chat with a few other sex-bloggers. I like that, it’s nice. It makes me feel like I’m part of a sexy little club. I enjoy getting to know a little bit more about these women whose writing gives me so much pleasure.

 

I’ve recently had the very good fortune to be able to chat with the reclusive zoe. In fact we’ve been chatting quite a bit about quite an astonishing array of topics. I’ve already explained why that’s unusual for me, but according to zoe, it’s unusual for her because she doesn’t, as a rule, get personal with men online who she doesn’t know and feel comfortable with in the real world. Why did she make this exception? Well for one thing, Sapphire J vouched for me and I am very grateful to her. Another reason is she’s read our blog and she knows how committed ♀ & I are to each other, she knows that I’ll forward every email to ♀ and that Gmail saves every chat and ♀ will read them. She knows that she’ll never be the other woman or a dirty little secret. In fact both zoe & ♀ want to get to know each other as well, but schedules have prevented them from chatting yet. This sense of security has allowed us to be very open and honest with each other. It’s also allowed a fair amount of sexual tension to develop. We all know it’s there (♀ words were “OMG, you are such a little flirt!”), but I don’t think it’s a bad thing at all in this situation. Everyone likes to know that other people find us attractive and engaging. I think that’s especially important in a long term relationship. It’s a  thrill knowing someone else thinks you’re sexy and it keeps your partner from taking you for granted as well. Not that ♀ ever does, but you know what I mean, right?

 

So there is this underlying sexual current and it’s fun to flirt and tease and explore knowing that it won’t go any further then that unless (or until?) ♀ is actively involved. That’s certainly not my motivation for wanting to get to know zoe better, but  I think that would be way cool if something like that did happen one day. zoe & ♀ could come up with diabolical things to do to me or they could play together and force me to just watch or…Oh my, so many possibilities.

 

(zoe, like so many other female bloggers, has a stalker. She has asked that I not use her name or link to her site. ‘zoe’ is a little inside joke.)

 

So one night last week, ♀ & I were necking on the couch and ♀ asked if I had ever seen a picture of  zoe or if she’d described herself  to me? Did I have any idea what this woman really looked like? The answer is no. I have no idea and I’ve never asked. Later on I was thinking back to my time as a cyber-slut and I realized I never asked then either. Sometimes they would send pictures or offer descriptions, but it wasn’t something I asked for. I’ve been puzzling over that for the past few days. As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, I’m all about girl-watching. I look for the female form everywhere, but for some reason it’s not that important to know what online friends look like. I’m not sure what that says about me. ♀ thinks it’s because I have a good imagination and an image develops while I’m chatting. As I get to know more about that person, that image gets adjusted…if she mentions one of her 17 cats jumping on the keyboard, or the itchiness of a new tattoo, or needing to go for a smoke (yuck), or losing her little toe when an over-zealeous lover bit it off. I’m making all of this up as I go along, but you get the idea. ♀ is probably right, but still, I think it’s a curious thing. Want to know something funny? It’ll be ♀ who asks zoe to see a picture or get a description. She’ll reason that since zoe has been reading our blog she knows what ♀ looks like. She’ll think it would only be fair to see what zoe looks like. They can sort that out themselves.

 

The night we were talking about zoe, we had wicked-good sex. I think it was only the second time she’d had an orgasm during anal sex. She usually comes after I’ve filled her ass, but not this time. Another thing that was surprising is we’d had virtually no foreplay and that’s a prerequisite for anal. We’d been necking on the couch and when we got to the bedroom, she bent over the bed and told me to grab some lube and fuck her ass. Short, sweet, and super hot.

 

I needed a twenty minute nap after and when I awoke she was playing again. This too was surprising. Usually when she’s done…she’s done, but this time she wasn’t done. I watched her play for a minute or two. Then she asked, “Have you ever had cyber-sex with zoe?”

“No.” I said. Surprised.

“Would you?”

“Only if you were there.”

“Fuck me with the glass toy and tell me what you’d say to her if you were having cyber-sex.”

 

I started to fuck her with the glass and invented this story…zoe is in our bed, laying on her stomach. You’re kneeling by her head with your knees at her shoulders. You play with her hair, then massage her shoulders and slowly work your way down her back. I’m at the other end of the bed massaging her feet, calves and thighs. We meet in the middle. My hands digging deep towards the heat of her crotch, your hands massaging the swell of her ass.

 

She’s moaning now. Can you here her, Baby? I push her legs apart with my knees and she lifts her hips up. You grab the cheeks of her ass and spread them apart and there she is Baby…tight little asshole and moistening pussy…exposed just for us. Fuck she looks delicious, doesn’t she?

 

You sit back down at the head of the bed and zoe rolls over. She rests her head in your lap. Your breasts just barely out of reach of her mouth. You play with her hair some more then slide your hands down towards her breasts. You cup one in your hands. Feel it’s weight and warmth and texture. You slowly massage inward closer and closer to her rock hard nipple, but you want to tease her. Make her wait. You take her other breast in hand and massage it the same way.

 

Meanwhile, I’m laying between her outstretched legs nibbling along her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her cunt. Can you smell her sex, Baby. She smells so good. I lick all around her pussy, teasing her. I spread her lips apart and I can see her little clitty poking up, just begging to be licked. I look up at you and you nod your consent. I plunge my tongue deep into her cunt and Oh Fuck she tastes so good. I circle her clit with my tongue then suck it in. Gently at first then harder, then I grab it with my teeth and she jumps and moans just like you do.

 

As I’m fucking her with my tongue I look up and watch the two of you play with each others breasts and it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. You pinching and rolling her nipples and zoe sucking and nibbling on yours. You catch me staring, wink and motion for me to come to you. You smile down at zoe and ask if she wants me to fuck her. She says yes and I nudge my cock against her cunt. She’s so wet, Baby…we’ve got her so turned on. I slide in easily and hold it there just like I do when I first enter you. I hold still and feel her muscles massage me.

 

Do you like that visual, Baby? My cock buried deep inside zoe, your hands on her breasts, her lips on your breasts, my hand in your hair, pulling you in close to me…kissing you…loving you…Do you like that, Baby?

 

♀ & sss

An uneventful drive from Ainsworth to Revelstoke. Neither of us had been on that drive before and hadn’t realized there was another ferry. This one across the Upper Arrow Lake. We waited about 30 minutes and the crossing took less then 20. It was a cool & wet day and for awhile it rained hard, but the sun came out during the ferry ride.

 One of the conversations we had was about if and when we would seriously look into finding other people to play with. It’s always been a part of our role playing and trash talk, but that’s been about all. It was interesting to me that we both have a very similar idea about what it would look like IF we ever went down that road. Neither of us wants to be ‘swingers’ with a variety of people going through our bedroom and neither of us are interested in ‘swapping’ (going off with someone else) and we’re not looking for new best friends. We both think it might be nice to know another couple (as happy together as we are) who we could hang out with occasionally on a social basis, and also play with …as a group. We both recognize that IF we do that it shouldn’t be because we’re bored with what we have (or they are either). She suggested we revisit the question early next year. It’s nice to be at a place where we can talk about things like that without getting all freaked out about it. I know, I know, talking about it and actually doing something about it are two different things, but as long as we’re able to be honest with each other and our focus remains on us. I think it could be a good thing.

 Went for sushi with my uncle and L and her daughter. It was the first time we’d had a chance to really talk with L and it had been a long time since I’d visited with my uncle without my mom (his sister) around. Not that she’s an issue anymore, it’s just that both Uncle and I are different when she’s around. I tried to pay for dinner (it would have been less then a hotel), but he insisted. Right after dinner he left for a meeting and L, ♀ & I walked home, had a couple of drinks and chatted. I like her. One of the things she told us (Uncle wasn’t home yet) was that Uncle spoke very highly about my dad. It was nice to hear that from someone I don’t really know.

 When we got back from dinner, there was a voice mail message from ♀ dad asking where we were. They decided not to go camping and even though ♀ had talked to his wife the day before and told her the news and explained she was anxious to get home, her dad still thought we were coming. It’s less then 3 hours to Kelowna and Junior is back to work Thursday and Friday. So we decided…rationalized….justified that as long as we were back by Friday night things would probably be OK. The plan now is to spend Thursday in Revelstoke then drive to Kelowna after dinner. Have a short visit with her dad and his wife then leave for home Friday afternoon.

 Uncle’s house is really nice. I’m guessing it was built in the 1940′s and they’ve kept lots of the original features in it; glass doorknobs, fancy metal heating vents, crown moldings, hard wood floors and LOTS of the furniture have a very classy antique feel to them. They’re really doing a good job blending the modern with the vintage. Here’s an example. They’ve re-done the upstairs bathroom with a pedestal sink and a claw-foot tub and kept the original hardwood floors, lightswitch and outlet covers. New stuff, but an old time feel. Lots of the furniture really is antiques. The downside….it’s not very sound-proof. My uncles’ room is right next to where ♀ & I are sleeping so we didn’t have lovin’. See, with ♀ help I am learning a bit of tact.

 We did have some quality naked time though, before ♀ went to sleep. I braided her hair and we were just talking and touching and enjoying each other. She is my everything.

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