Saturday, July 16, 2011
"College Reunion" by Andrea Dale
At her college reunion, a woman tells her husband a steamy story about overhearing a couple having sex in a study lounge. Little does she know the tale will inspire her husband to bend her over an old oak desk in the very same lounge and give her bottom a blistering she won’t soon forget…. A sexy spanking short story from a legendary erotica heavy-hitter.
"With stories like 'College Reunion' by Andrea Dale…who’s got time to study?"
— Cleis Press
“College Reunion” originally appeared in C is for Co-Eds (Cleis Press, 2007)
Cover photo by Forever Captured / iStockPhoto.
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A friend of Ken's visited that day, and they categorized all the bits and bobs that had been delivered with Ken's motorcycle. Still no sign of his wallet (which had been in his jacket pocket, a pocket that was sliced through when emergency services dealt with him), his passport (which had been in his computer bag), a pair of earrings he bought for me during the rally (also in his computer bag), his radar detector (which could've gone flying during the accident itself), or the extra final drive he'd carried just in case (which had been in a saddlebag). Some of that seems a little suspicious, but there's nothing we can really do. We ordered new credit cards (thankfully he'd stripped almost everything out of his wallet beforehand) and have an appointment to get him a new driver's license.
Thursday he had an appointment with a hand surgeon. No big surprises there, and he has an appointment to get the pins taken out in three weeks. After that, it's 3–6 months of therapy, and his hand should be back to normal.
Then Ken decided that the back tire of the bike had to be swapped out right now, because he wanted the bike dealer to pick up the bike Friday (so they could officially proclaim it totalled, thus moving the insurance paperwork along). Right now. No, I didn't have time to put away the few bits of food I'd picked up on the way home from the doctor's. No, I didn't have time to change out of my clean shorts before smearing tire gunk on myself. No, I didn't have time to arrange someone else to help with this so I could have a little time to get stuff done. Oh, nooooo…. (It's a good thing I love him!)
Today our cleaning lady came, and it's hard to describe how good a clean house feels. It was long overdue. When she does the big stuff, I feel like I can maintain, and that's a stress relief right there.
I was supposed to have a hair appointment, but my Fabulous Gay Hairdresser called to say he was moving salons and thus wouldn't be working today. Seems a little last-minute to tell me…. But I'll follow him to his new place, and he'll be calling me next week to reschedule. Unfortunately, this comes on the heels of me rescheduling twice (because of travel), so I rather look like Captain Caveman right now….
The bike dealership picked up the bike this afternoon, and then we toddled off to the local Urgicare, which is also a dr's office, because we don't have a GP and it was time for the stitch in Ken's side to be removed (where the chest tube drain had been). It looked a little red to me, so I didn't think we should wait 'til Monday. After almost two hours waiting there, they read Ken's temp as 101°, and the doctor didn't feel he had all the necessary equipment to do a post-op (which is not…oh, nevermind), so he directed us off to the hospital ER. By the time Ken was seen there, his temp was 99°, the redness was just the pinkness of healing, and the price of having on stitch removed and a prescription for just-in-case antibiotics filled was $350. O.o
However, it was worth the price of admission to have the doctor ask Ken if he smoked (no) or drank (rarely). To which Ken added, pointing at me, "She's my vice." Love is a drug, baby, and you're on good painkillers. Hee.
By then it was 7 pm, so we grabbed dinner at a new burger place (okay, but nothing to write home about, despite a couple of steampunk-esque light fixtures that I couldn't get decent pictures of), and have spent the rest of the evening napping (Ken), sitting with the kitlings outside (me), and watching various TV (both of us).
As for tomorrow…well, Grimoire is showing clear signs of at best another bladder/urinary infection (he and Eostre both get them about every two months, for no reason anyone can fathom) or at worst kidney disease, so I'll be carting him off to the vet. I also need to pick up Ken's prescription. I'd like to sneak off to a coffee shop to have Internet on a Real Computer [TM], but we shall see. I will likely be calling the cable company. Other than that…no promises!
(Remember: Visits to Ken are the best present you can give him right now! Call to schedule!)
Thursday, July 14, 2011
• Someone to change the tire on Ken's bike. He can supervise/instruct. Preferably early on Friday so he can have the BMW dealer pick it up later that day.
• Someone to go to Costco with me to schlep heavy things (cat litter, flats of soda). Sometime next week is fine.
• Folks to visit Ken. He really does need friends to keep him from going stir crazy. Call or email me to schedule.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
- made appt with orthopedic surgeon re: Ken’s hand
- wrote and enveloped check to lovely friend who rescued Ken’s bike from the tow yard
- wrote and enveloped letter to Nevada Highway Patrol requesting a copy of the accident report
- did dishes
- put away laundry (finally)
- threw in another load of laundry
- bought a battery for the garage door opener and ink for the printer (allowing me to print letters, contracts, etc.)
- printed, signed, enveloped contracts for short story sale
- canceled flights to Colorado for Styx @ Red Rocks show :-(
- emailed re: how to release tickets for Styx @ Red Rocks show :-(
- made rice and steamed broccoli to go with leftover tilapia dish
- toddled over to Textile Guild to say hi to everyone for a bit
- eye appointment (oh yay, I’ll spend the afternoon with my eyes dilated)
- many, many Chronicler emails
- work emails
- cuddle with Ken and watch another show or two
- wrap sister’s family’s long overdue holiday gifts
- call tree guy to cut back our lemon tree now that a good portion of it has fallen over
- call gopher people to ask question about bill
- call sisters
- no doubt more dishes
- put away latest load of laundry (no worries; it’s small)
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
It's tilapia, sliced lemons, and celery in a lemony sauce. There's a bit of something else green I can't identify; possibly green onions?
Anyway, it arrived last night just-cooked and was quite yummy. Tonight I reheated just the fish and celery and sauce in the microwave, having discarded the lemon slices that were on those pieces of fish. It was still yummy, but something in it had taken on a bitter taste.
Is it the lemons, and should I remove them immediately? Is it because the original dish is in a metal pan and that's reacting to the lemons?
Is it the celery?
Is it because I reheated the fish in the microwave?
Or is it something else I'm not thinking of?
We have two more helpings of this and if I can minimize the bitter taste for Wednesday night's supper, that would be groovy.