More car adventures
When Steve walked in yesterday morning, he had quite the evil grin on his face. “I found a good parking spot in the shade,” he said. “The back of the car is set up again. Let’s go play.” Right on my street?? Despite the tinted windows, it was still a nerve-wracking prospect. But I was game for it. So I threw on some shoes and we went down to his SUV.
Before the play even started, Steve delighted in taking several pictures, purposely waiting until someone or another was walking or driving by so they’d be photo-bombing us. Mine is a busy street, lots of apartments, a lot of foot traffic. We had passersby that ranged from an older gentleman slowly meandering to a man walking his dog to a woman wheeling a baby carriage. Ah, if they only knew what was going on in that big Denali parked at the curb.
But enough with that mischief; we had spanking to do. Steve brought that monstrous “Boot” paddle of his — it had been a long time since I felt that thing. Hadn’t missed it a bit!
He started with his hand, used a nice crop for a while, and then “Mr. Boot Camp,” as he calls that wretched thing, made its appearance. I didn’t want to make too much noise (the windows weren’t soundproof, after all), so I buried my face in the pillow and screeched and moaned into it. He wasn’t really using it that hard, but a little goes a long way with that paddle.
Even though we were in the shade, the car quickly grew warm with all the windows closed and the activity, so I was sweating by the time we were done and feeling like a boneless mass. If I weren’t so eager to get into the cool air, I would have taken a nap right there.
But it was time to put my jeans back on and exit the vehicle, with Steve keeping an eye out for nosy people as I tumbled out the back seat with my hair disheveled, looking like we’d just done God knows what in there.
This was our last hurrah for a while. Tomorrow, Steve is having knee surgery. While it is same-day and he’ll be back home within a couple of hours, this will put a serious crimp in our play for a while, as he will be in a brace and on crutches for several weeks. But at least he will be able to drive after a few days. Next Tuesday, I will probably go to his house, rather than him coming to mine. And then the Tuesday after that… John’s surgery. So. Yesterday was about fun and abandon and release, because I have to make it last indefinitely.
In other news, a lawyer was consulted about John’s sister’s interpretation of the will, and it seems that if she did things her way, it would not only be unscrupulous, but felonious. Once she was presented with this tidbit, it seems she backed down. We won’t know for sure until the four siblings have a meeting on the 21st (just three days before John’s surgery — I swear, she planned that on purpose, the bitch), but hopefully this will be resolved so John can stop worrying about this situation and focus on recovering. If not, John, his brother and sister-in-law will take steps to have his sister removed as executor. I hope it doesn’t come to that. Ugh! These people!
And finally, I have work to do, so I’d better shut up and get back to it. On Friday, I will do a Reply post to the questions I received on Ask Erica that required longer answers. So far, it’s questions from Dale and Ronnie. Anyone want to add to it? 🙂