Eastbound

Mistress is at the wheel (it's too long of a bike ride), heading east bound across western KS. We're hoping no dudley doo-right of the Kansas Highway Patrol decides to pull us over and go through our bags, because Mistress has stashed away a little gift picked up in CO for her lover Jay.

Mistress did get some special treatment yesterday morning for our last hideaway day. Slave deployed her favorite power tool much to her apparent delight. And she returned the favor by letting me have my twisted way with her after the machine induced tremors faded.

We spent a good chunk of the day biking though the badlands that bound CO and NM, where man, beast, and crumbling adobe structures live as one.

Then last night we enjoyed on last summer sunset at our little house in the high desert, moaning about our reluctance to head home.

But at least Mistress has a sleepover date planned with Jay for Thursday night.

ANd the Pussycats won on the road!  Life can't be that bad in River City, can it?