Say it Ain't So

Mistress was avoiding her office yesterday it seemed, so she spent some time camped out in mine between meetings. It was nice to have her about, and in such close proximity, particularly after her overnight business trip earlier this week.

And of course it gave me an opportunity to graze within her clean shaven folds as a little post lunch palate cleanser.  Mistress did not have on her special peek-a-boo tights, so she had to slide off one boot and leg of her conventional tights to accomodate a little mid-day worship.  The result was an interesting contrast of limbs after I pressed her "throne" up against my office door to provide a little privacy.

The result was a lovely break in the middle of a busy day for both Mistress and Slave.

But another matter crossed my computer screen yesterday: the bizarre tale of the linebacker from my alma mater and his pretend dead girlfriend.

It's still not clear to me what the hell happened: what Manti knew and when her knew it? And (more importantly to me) what the ND shills and handlers knew and when they knew?

But what was intriguing to me is the role the internet and a "cyber" relationship played in the dead fake girlfriend hoax.

Here in the sex blog world we have all developed rather "unique" relationships with friends and for some folks, lovers, that are not grounded in the conventional. In other words, we "talk" via emails or comments, but never hear each others voices or meet.

Well sometimes.... for several years, we had an e mail and telephone relationship of sorts with our Western Correspondent. Not unlike the purported relationship between Manti and the imaginary girl, who apparently "spoke" via phone with him sometimes.  But ultimately, we finally pried him into the light by scheduling a flight through his hometown one day.  Sure enough, the big guy is who he claimed to be (though there were moments we had out doubts, and Mistress did not get a chance to inspect the legendary SOC on that visit).

And we have met Bill and Donna.

Yesterday I was emailing with Suzanne over at All Mine about the Tale of Manti. Although we've become close with her and her sidekicks through emails and running comments, we've never met or talked.

"I suppose you might be a trucker from Montana, and I could be a stripper from Vegas,", I emailed.

Let's hope we find out someday. Trust, but verify used to be Ronald Reagan's watch cry.  It's something Manti should have picked up on. And also the spinners at the ND athletic department who exploited this half baked story and contributed to his apparent humiliation and exploitation.

But in the meantime, I will always be skeptical about the gullibility and/or credibility of linebackers.