Let me briefly report that Mistress seems to have reached her tanning apex, lounging on our patio, conference calling and texting clients in the buff. I guess she should be grateful they haven't demanded a video conference.
"After this the sunning season is over, Slave...."
Well at least no one can say she left a square inch of that lovely body back in the locker room!
There was a brief panic on Tuesday. The local electrical Co-Op, which features very low rates and equally low service levels, went dark on us around 9 am, just as we were about to plunge into the shortened work week. That meant no power, no internet, and no water, since we have a well with an electric pump. It was a perfectly beautiful day, so they couldn't blame a lightening strike.
Ultimately the cracker jack repair crew arrived in our "neighborhood". Mistress was almost caught in the buff by 2 of them as they wandered up our dusty "driveway" to examine our power box and meter. Mistress had to scramble to wrap herself in a towel or the crew would have gotten an eyeful of her lush curves!
Ultimately they got our power back on by 4 pm, after much digging and an apparent midday siesta.
Then there was an amusing incident Monday evening at a local bar, where we went for dinner and some music. Setting off to fetch drinks and order, I left Mistress at our table, one of those stool level high-tops amidst others, with a nice view of the mountains. When I finally returned with her tequila on the rocks and my IPA, I found her in the company of two guys, engineers for the local cable company, who must have thought they had struck gold - a hot babe flying solo here in the high dessert.
I could tell Mistress was enjoying the attention - they had some shared professional experiences. I could also tell that the guys were mentally wrestling with the notion of who between them got first dibs.
They clearly were disappointed when old Mick showed up, turning their would be sexual oasis into a frustrating mirage. But they did stick around and we enjoyed their company until the music started. They made sure Mistress had their contact information in case they could find some mutual "work" to do in the future.
One seemed to be Mistress's type. I suspect she will be dropping an email to him, if only for professional purposes.
That's all for now.... the sun is up, there are some wake-up sex rituals to perform, and then the 2nd day of a local music festival to enjoy. We have only 3 more days left here before the long trek home. Unless we decide to pack it in and not go home ever again.
