Showing posts with label Clark Gable. Show all posts
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Monday, August 15, 2016

Run Silent, Run Deep

Our youngest daughter is back from "The Continent" for about 4 weeks.

"All the Europeans take August off....so it's kind of boring there this time of year."

Well, we're glad to see you too, honey, even if it's just because the bars in Brussels aren't as much fun in August.

Honestly, it is good to see her. It;s been nearly 8 months for me. And I suppose we should be flattered that she is willing to spend so much time with us.  At her age, I would not have been caught dead spending more than an hour or two a week with my parents, let alone four weeks.

Though it's clear after only 3 days of chilling with her parents that we are already getting on her nerves. The lectures on how boorish and loud we ugly Americans are have begun. Like at the movies yesterday, when she was chowing down on a big box of popcorn.

"In Europe at the movies, they don't eat in the theatre. People don't like all that loud chewing."

"crunch....crunch.....crunch....."

Ah well.

The biggest issue is that with her ensconced in the bedroom next to ours, Mistress and slave have to be sensitive about what we say in the privacy of our own bed.

"You know I can hear you talking about me!"

OK.  But what about when we're not talking?  Mistress and slave have resorted to "furtive coupling" mode. Continuing to "do it", but under the covers and without the ecstatic sounds that might typically  be produced by some robust wake up sex, or afternoon worship.  And that also forestalls use of some of our louder means of sexual entertainment: It may be a while before slave gets to deploy Mistress's favorite power tool, or she dons her harness / strap-on.  But at least it seems unlikely that slave will experience one of those noisy croppings on some trumped up charge.

But when you are in stealth mode, as we are required to be, there is a certain devious appeal.  It reminds you of those teenage  days when make out sessions had to occur in the basement, as parents prowled above.  Can you sneak up on that "launch mode" without someone figuring out what is going on?

Will Mistress and Slave be able to "torpedo their way to glory"?

Or will those nasty depth charges get us first?