Pre- Dinner Hors D'oeuvre

Mistress was on the run again yesterday.

She's been involved in way too many "pitches" of late.  Clearly exceeding any rational "pitch count" to resort to yet another baseball analogy.

Our plan was to have our daughters meet us downtown at my office before dinner at Francois's restaurant, only recently re-opened after a bit of an hiatus.

She made it to my place just shy of 7 pm, but just as I was closing the door, and sliding the chair against it to ward off the cleaning staff, her I-phone buzzed.

"Can you believe it, the girls are already here."



"They can wait in the lobby for just a few minutes, don't you think?"

Instructions were sent, and then Slave got down to business. From my knees it was easy to dig in for a little tasty snack that soon had Mistress squirming and stifling some moans as I provided a bit of end of the day stress relief before we headed to dinner with our nicely dressed young ladies.

At dinner we did get to see Francois, who was on good behavior in front of our girls. He did get to exchange some comments in French with our recently returned not quite as sullen one, who seemed impressed with our Chef.

Maybe we can arrange dinner with him here sometime soon?

By the time dinner was over, Mistress and Slave were ready to crash. The week had been stressful, and the news yesterday from the Denver area rattling for those of us with kids our in the world.

We were happy to hear yesterday morning from our Western Correspondent that all members of his family were safe and accounted for.  And by last night our daughter was already lobbying me to go see the new Batman movie, despite the mayhem.

Of course, we will go, though not this weekend. This brand of crazy makes you want to hunker down,  pull your loved ones close and tune the world out for at least a few days.

That's our plan here in River City.  Have a safe and pleasurable weekend, friends.