Parents' Weekend

Molly and Mick are in Maryland this weekend to visit the sullen teen, who is now six weeks deep into her Freshman year.  She seems to be adjusting well, though there is a bit of an issue with her room situation. It seems that every other weekend her roommate "hostesses" her boyfriend in their tiny room, which they refuse to leave for 48 hours.

I asked her,"what do they do, talk, have sex, sleep?"

She responded, "All three, I suppose."

So that means the sullen one feels a little unwelcome there, or at least a little "awkward", and this is one of those boyfriend camped out in the room weekends.

So here we are, all three of us, sharing a room at a local motel on parents' weekend.

That means that Molly and Mick are definitely celebrating an unplanned "abstinence weekend" for our little getaway.  There will definitely be some pent up demand when we finally pull into our driveway Sunday night.  Unless we can find a dry, private space along the highway back to the heartland for a quickie.

I did offer to get a little intimidating with the boyfriend. Maybe roll out my Jersey accent, and ask him for his address and license plate number so some of my "friends" could look him up. Sort of the way Tony Soprano would deal with a problem like this to help out his daughter  Meadow during her Columbia days. But our daughter clearly does not want her parents to meddle, and Dad backed off.

It has been good to see our daughter though, and to see some of this old Harbor town that we've never seen before. We even drove by the old home of Edgar Allen Poe, which is in an neighborhood that now seems better suited for a scene from The Wire than  The Raven. Sadly, the home is shut "until further notice", and the girls seem less than enthused about even getting out of the car.

I did see one scene in the College Bookstore that caught my eye though, under the heading "Reference":

It's a little unsettling to think that when our daughter is assigned research she may be doing it with the whole 50 Shades trilogy.

Shut the fuck up

Hello friends!
 Mick and I are on the road and not likely to post much this weekend. We are visiting European sullen teen and she wants to stay in the hotel with us. There will not be much to blog about. On a related note, the sordid tales of Mick, Molly and Jay likely have come to an end. Our Jay has not turned out to be as interested as All Mine's J in a relationship with a married couple.

I have been involved with Jay for seven months. As you have read it has been a fury of great sex and great bike rides. He has always had reservations about being involved with a married woman. He is pretty traditional. He did meet me on Ashley Madison -- so I am not sure what he thought he was going to find there. So into the relationship we went.

Jay also liked Mick as he loves to rant about politics and sports too. He never could wrap his brain around a guy who was willing to share his wife or the wife that could balance two men (what can I say -- lots of energy and many talents?) (Who knows?)

Early on he dove in. Gave me a key to his house. Asked me to leave "things" there to make overnights easier -- encouraged lots of time together. And I did. I forwarded business to him (not something that I recommend -- as I have never been good at mixing business with pleasure -- kind of wrecks the pleasure.) (lesson learned on this one -- so if you are out there and want to be involved with me-- let's talk about work a little -- but only a little and let's not work together!) (or if you want to work together, let's not have sex please.)

Summer was a challenge. I was busy with the kids and with work. We didn't see each other as much. Mick and I travel as much as we can. Things were strained. And since that time Jay has decided to have his son move to town and move in with him -- and I commend him for this. Not easy.

So here we are. Things have waned some. Don't get me wrong. When we see each other -- we still have great sex and enjoy each other's company. However, Jay has told me that he feels that being involved with a married woman is not good for him. He has asked if we can "hang out" every once in a while but not get serious.

Ok, so this was the part that sent me reeling. What? I am married. Never asked for serious and guess what -- I never planned to show up at your place with a suitcase. And I never asked for a key. SO shocker-- I'm getting my stuff and returning the key. That was met with "slow down Molly and don't be dramatic." Yea, surprise I can be a drama queen too. Does that surprise any of you?

As this conversation continued (digressed) and I listened and became stunned -- I finally said "shut the fuck up." Come on dude -- this is all too weird and I didn't' get into this thing to feel badly -- in fact -- I won't.

For Jay's sake, I am proud of his decision to raise his son and that needs to be his focus. In terms of "us"-- maybe from time to time we see one another -- who knows? And I am joining a women's cycling group cause there are others to take those sort of rides with.

So, I am taking some time out of the saddle and then might look for my next prospect. Strangely, Mick and  I have gotten used to this lifestyle.

Have a great weekend.
love
Molly

Technology Blog

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we clearly need a better qualified CTO. I've been wearing that hat for a few months since the departure of Francois for a tour of duty as a chef in the French Foreign Legion, most recently on the Libyan front. But I think I got snookered into wasting some of our technology budget.

You may recall about two weeks ago a report that my classic black Apple Mac Book had "died". This was confirmed by a so called "Genius" at our local Apple Store, which  is now the mecca of choice for sleazy guys to park at demo computers trolling internet dating sights, who don't want their wives to go through the "history" on their home computers.  Yuck!

Anyway, the Genius took my lap top to the bowels of the store, and came back 20 minutes later with a look on his face resembling an undertaker trainee at an Arkansas funeral home. He explained that the condition of my 4 year old computer was "grave" and the problem was "inscrutible", at least by the collection of other geniuses assembled in their triage center in the back of the store. Of course, I could elect to send it into the "shop" for an indefinite period of time for a more detailed diagnosis. At a minimum charge of $280, not including any necessary repairs.

Did I want to throw that money away today?

Well, I guess not. Slave left the store with a flashy new lap top.

But somehow I had doubts. I liked my classic. Maybe an extra laptop would be nice to have. So I brought it to a local independent computer shop. A week later my computer is back, looking and acting brand new. They explained that Apple was offering a free new "face" to replace the cracked trim on my old model (no one told me that at the Apple store!)  They sold me a new battery, which I probably needed after 4 years. And they removed some RAM I didn't really need from a defective RAM slot.  Total charge: $140 for what looks like a brand new Black classic.

Lesson: Don't rely on the Apple Store to fix your computer once the warranty expires!!!!

And don't you like the way I dressed this "sex blog" up with a hot shot of Mistress with my black classic!

On the home front, Mistress has to make an overnight trip up north for work today.

I'm sure going to miss her company in bed, and watching tonight's big debate. Of course, Mistress has taken precautions to make sure i don't "misbehave".

"You're in that cage today, Slave...."

Indeed. I've already smushed into my ring, and will be going upstairs shortly for a little "bon voyage" sex before I head to work and Mistress hops into her car for the drive north.
 

Brrrr......

It seems that fall arrived here in River City overnight.

Our Sunday had been spent out on our deck, reading the Times and soaking up some summer like sun. But by the time we were ready to head home from work Monday, planning on a twilight bike ride, dark, cool clouds were filling the sky, and rain was coming on.

It was fitting that Mistress had been pulling out her fall / winter boots over the weekend. Can peek-a-boo tights be far behind?

But back to our evening.

Slave was getting cold feet about riding in the chilly weather. But I hate to sound like a wimp.

Luckily, Mistress blinked first.

"Maybe we should cancel the ride, Slave...."

That left us with an open dance card, and I had a good idea how to fill it.

"Why don't we just crawl into bed for a while before dinner, Mistress?"

Hearing no objection, that's how our dinner began. There was some time to absorb the evening news and MSNBC ranting, then Slave turned off the TV, we set aside our laptops and burrowed deeply into one another's chilled bodies, gathering our shared bodily warmth and kindling it into some pre-dinner sex.

Nothing fancy, but very satisfying.

It was the highest and best use of an empty nest.

Unfortunately, the rest of the week is not shaping up quite as nicely.

We have a political event to attend this evening, and tomorrow Mistress has an overnight business trip, leaving Slave alone to watch the big debate.

"Be prepared to wear that cage while I'm gone, Slave...."

"I figured as much, Mistress."