Molly and Mick Meet a Fan

You may have noticed a pattern that Molly and Mick breached last night.

When the nest was empty, we tended to spend our Friday evenings at home: maybe some exercise, time between the sheets, a "picnic" dinner, catch up on some TV episodes we had missed.

But with our teen home for her Holiday break -- already complaining that she's "bored" - the two of us had some Friday night plans. We did not wander back to the no longer empty nest until way past our usual bed time.

The first order of business was meeting one of the Blog's followers. He is a  fellow who had gotten in touch with us via email when it became apparent from allusions in the blog that "River City" was alos his home town.

Now Molly and Mick took this step with some trepidation. I mean we had just come home from that cozy Yurt in  On-the-Lam-It-Stan only a month or so ago, where we hid out with help from the Sex Bloggers Protection Program, after fear that our cover might had been blown.

(In case you are wondering how things are going in the Yurt, we recently got a holiday card photo from the new tenants..... they don't look they are having as much fun as we did there... but they mentioned that the Yaks are still pining for the WC!)

In any event, after exchanging a few messages, and realizing that our "fan" -- we'll call him R-- had stuck his own neck out into the risk zone too, we figured the old cold war MAD doctrine (mutually assured destruction) would provide enough comfort to allow us to blow our covers to him.

We met up after work at a bar in the University part of town, and had a great time over drinks, pulling the curtain back on life at the UCTMW World HQ, sharing some inside information that explained a bit about the twists and turns of our mutual adventures.

Yes, that was Mongolia over at "Mistress and Slave on the Lam". No we weren't really there!


And since this is a very small town in many ways, it turns out there was a good deal of overlap in our work and social lives. He has a daughter a year behind where ours was last year at the local High.... and lives just a few blocks away.

He was shocked to know the identity of Mistress's Mom.... with whom he interacts at work....

"She's got a bit of the Domme in her too...."

So right, R, even setting aside the fetishy shoes she prefers.

And as it turns out, he was even at the same Bar Mitzvah we attended a few weeks back, described with some veiled allusions in an episode of Mistress and Slave on the Lam. I forgot to ask whether he just showed up for the grand lunch spread or suffered through the long ceremony the way some of us did.

We all enjoyed taking about some of the characters in our alternative blog universe. Donna, the WC, and the folks over at All Mine too came up.  He's following you guys too.

We parted saying that we should try to get together again. I mean we are neighbors. How to arrange that with some of our mutual friends around would be kind of funny.... each knowing the layers of intrigue lurking below the mundane suburban Moms and Dads surface.... I mean, is Mistress in her peek-a-boo tights (as she was last night).... or is Slave in his cage?

Afterwords, as we headed to another Holiday party, just down the street, I asked Mistress what she thought.

"He's kind of hot, Slave....."

Enough said.