6.30 Tuesday Diary

It seems no night at work would be complete without some kinda drama.
  01:25 Call from Paris  "checking on my car at hotel"
   I call affiliate who says, "Oui he is there"
  Guy calls back, "Where, I'm in front?"
I call affiliate.  "Driver sees guy with tattoos, is that him?" 
Guy says, "Yes, and that driver seems really confused...."
 Because the driver was in a Viano van, as ordered, and this was one passenger.   Crap.
  Another call, an hour later, from a PX at CDG.  "Checking to make sure my driver will be there when I come out of customs."
"Yes of course!"   Or at least, I fuckin' hope so.

Rolled out, 06:13.   
I was amazed at the lack of traffic ...on Hwd going to the 101 on ramp, on down the 101 and to home....646.  
That's 24 1/2 miles in 33 minutes.
In the house, grabbed keys to MY car, and moved it from the Not-Tues-side of the street to the Not-Wednesday side, directly in front of our house.
And I uncaged Donna, and fed the big and little dogs, and the yowling cats.  
In BR1, saw that Merry was awake.
I prepped my dinner, by cutting up a chicken breast, baked last night, and putting in a bowl of rice, and heated it up, brought it into the bedroom, where we watched "Major Crimes" from Monday night.
She 'suggested' I grab an implement, and I declined for physical and mental reasons, all having to do with stress.
We discussed the 'chastity game' and agreed, that later would be better.
I listened to Her trying to call to confirm the person with whom She was having a first meeting, in a couple hours,  who did answer and responded to Her saying, "Hi it's Merry"  with "Yes, I'll be there, bye."   Merry was un-impressed.
She accepted my offer of a velvet buzzsaw, and ... accepted it for a bit longer than the day before.
Sleep 8:45
Awake 11-ish,  pee and snack.
Trying to sleep, fucking dogs barking again. 
Had to close the door to the bedroom.  
Fucking hot.
Awake asleep awake asleep.
Awake noting rain that I could hear, and see out our patio door, and heard thunder.
Alarm off 1715 because I have intentions of getting to work half an hour early.... snoozed til 1730.
UP.... looked out the curtains to the back yard, as Merry stuck Her head into the bedroom, saying, "It stopped raining."
Which completely startled me.
I grabbed a box of chastity boxes off a shelf, and began rummaging through them, picked out the only damn one that's comfortable enough for more than a few hours' wear.
And I was going through the various padlocks, trying to find one with a matching key, when She came up next to me, and said, "I wanna see after your shower?"
"Huh what?"
"After you put it on, I wanna see your winkie."
Winkie. Yeah, that's a mature, grown up word for it.
I don't know exactly what I said, something like, "I know" or "I figured" or "Of course" and I don't think it's what I said, but how I said it,  such that She looked at me angrily and walked away.
After a couple minutes, while I was still sorting locks and keys, She yelled into the room... I don't remember the exact words...  something like "Never mind" or "Don't bother" or "Forget about it". Whatever the words, they were short, and enough to tell me, don't bother. 
I put the stuff back in the box, put the box back on the shelf, and made a pledge to myself that I will not bother with any of that again, until at least the next time we hear thunder from outside.
Bathroom...pee, shower, dress.
Back in the bedroom, finishing dressing..and She came in.
"What's bothering you?"
"What do you mean?"
"What's in your head, is it you or me?"
"It's not me."
"Okay..."
I finished dressing and made another trip to the toilet. 
And checked my email on my phone.
Two sales on clips4sale today, I noticed, and forwarded those to Her.
Finished.... I kissed Her goodbye, and departed.
In car 1821.
AT work  19:15.

As I write this, it's been uneventful at work.
Other than, in the moment that my co worker stepped out of the office, I had a client on one phone, looking for the driver that was supposed to be at her house and was not,  and a driver on the radio saying he had stopped someplace to hit a head,  and locked the key in the car. 
Both issues were quickly resolved.
(I called the driver who was supposed to be at the house, and he said, "I'm at the gate" and the client said, 'Oh...';  for the lock out, the guy said, the driver's door was not completely closed, and when he pushed the door in to close it, the whole car unlocked).
Still, even if just for a few minutes, unnecessary stress.


D sl S         2.87
D sl O        2.87
D sl F4Me  1.5
D sl F4Her  1.5
D UN        92.5
D sHl O        .67
D sl Ci    216
D G-F       41.33
D sHl D        .5
D sl PorM   3

I have ...somewhere... a still pic of the below.  Must be from some video.  And NIA!
Imagine my delight to find a gif taken from the video!
But I still wonder, how did they get to that position?
MY idea:
"Shilo, I do believe we are both a bit stressed out from this packing up to move.  We both need to unwind."
"I'm sure you are right, Dear."
She smiles, and picks up the always-handle supple leather paddle.
"So... strip down and get over my lap."
A very red bottom for him; some satisfying 'dining at the Y' for her, and they were ready to resume the job at hand.