Prelude: December 26

Drove the Evil Childe to the train station in downtown Chicago to see her off on her first time traveling alone to her dad�s. The OCD was working overtime for us both, and we were nervous as hell. In my rational mind I knew she would be ok, after all she is a reasonably intelligent 16-year-old and the railway itself allows kids over the age of 11 to ride unescorted. Still, I worried about evil strangers and train wrecks and her sleeping through her stop in Minnesota and winding up in Seattle at 6 a.m. I�m not sure WHAT she herself was worried about... said she was nervous about being alone for so long. Probably not so much that she needed help, but more likely that her head would explode what with not having anyone to yak to for eight hours.

We checked her luggage, had lunch in the train station and then waited at the train gate for the boarding call. She brought books along in her backpack, and CD�s to play, and I bought her another book in the gift shop because I am a pushover when I feel guilty, and I do, inexplicably, feel guilty for not wanting to drive her the six hours to Wisconsin and another six back and then do it all again a few days later, because that would cut into my time and energy for having loud sex in the living room. So then while we were waiting, she mentioned she wished she had brought a pillow and blanket and so I ran off in search. Found an inflatable pillow which I knew when I plunked down the $6.95 for it that she would not use due to the embarrassment factor of having to blow up a plastic pillow on the train, but I purchased it anyway because at least she�d have the option if she got real uncomfortable. And then I spent $30 on a fleece shirt she could either cover up with or use as a pillow, because it looked cozy and it was the closest thing to a hug I could send with her.

I ran back to the gate just as she was getting ready to board and she did indeed mention that she probably wouldn�t use the pillow but she did seem to like the sweatshirt. Gave her a big hug and watched until she was out of sight. Then sat and waited another 20 minutes for the train to depart, because I�m silly like that. (She called late last night after nearly forgetting she was supposed to, to let me know she got there ok. I was all looking forward to hearing about her adventures on the train, but all she had to say about it was that the trip was boring.)

After the train pulled out I headed home (well, after driving semi-lost for 20 minutes around and around a few city blocks looking for the top-secret entrance to the highway.) On the way I decided to stop by the mall and see if I could find anything worthwhile on which to spend my Lane Bryant gift certificate. Usually I have NO luck in the lingerie department, but yesterday I scored 4 cute bras (1 black velvet and sparkly, 1 pink velvet and sparkly, 1 sheer pink with red embroidery, 1 blue-patterned stretch cotton) and a pair of up-the-butt black lace panties that actually, amazingly, don�t look bad from the front, either. Also picked up 2 satin shirts (1 black, 1 champagne gold) and a wine-colored velour hoodie to slip on over the undies to provide a little mystery (and believe me, after having kids and at a certain age, a little mystery is a woman�s best ally.) Many thanks to LA for the hoodie idea, by the way. I was running short on new ideas for sex-romp wear and she came right to my rescue with that little gem.

I picked the Prince up from work after shopping and we went out for supper at the Heathen Chinese, mostly because our apartment was too filthy to relax in. We came home and spent the rest of the evening blissfully ignoring one another as he played video games and I putzed around online. Went to bed around midnight, unshowered, unshaven and unfucked. But also unwound... it had been a stressful couple of days worrying about the kiddo�s trip, and a completely wasted evening was just what I needed.

Day One

You�d think we�d have woken up and boffed like bunnies in our newfound privacy, wouldn�t you? But for all that I�m the world�s biggest slob, I find it very difficult to relax in a messy house. Oh, I manage, most of the time, because a person can only do so much, particularly a spectacularly lazy and scattered person like myself; but the effort it takes to ignore the visual chaos is draining in and of itself. So my first order of business was to clean this pit up! Finally got the laundry sorted and clean stuff put away; washed sheets, dusted, vacuumed, emptied trash. Cleaned living room, got the Prince helping on kitchen and trash and litterbox duty, and by 3 p.m. the place looked and smelled right presentable again.

Then on to the bath... shaved and de-fuzzed every inch of my bod (well, except for the landing strip that is,) clipped toenails, colored hair, moisturized head-to-toe, painted toes and fingers. And then just threw on any old outfit�jeans and cordoroy shirt, actually�because the point wasn�t to look good for going out, it was to look good for staying IN. Except I wanted a burrito and a margarita for dinner and we needed porn and music for dessert, so off we went. Picked up 5, count �em FIVE dirty movies and a $55 toy with which to titillate the Prince�s prostate. Hell, I was just happy he found something he liked... we almost always buy the toys that I�m interested in, and I�ve been feeling a little guilty that almost every toy we own is designed to fit girl-plumbing.

Stopped by Borders to look for one of a few different CD�s that I�d sampled online and found to be sort of moody and sexy... naturally, couldn�t find most of what I wanted but finally located Delerium�s Semantic Spaces AND Depeche Mode�s Violater which has the song �Personal Jesus� on it, which I think is one of the sexiest-sounding songs ever recorded (remember the video? In the brothel? And the way the one girl tossed her gorgeous long dark hair? Yum.)

By that time it was after 10, so we popped in a movie that turned out to be one of the dumbest I�ve ever seen. But the lesbo scene was pretty hot, and the next thing you know we were both wanking to it from opposites sides of the room, and the next thing after that I found myself being licked and fingered to a screaming orgasm right here in the computer chair... a favor I returned very shortly. And when I say shortly, I mean SHORTLY... that must have been the fastest blowjob in history! Yeah, he was enjoying himself a little. And I didn't even need to break out the lingerie!

After that I made us peppermint-ice-cream hot-fudge sundaes, and we ate them naked on the couch while we watched the out-takes from the porno. And then I kicked his ass at a new game we bought called Wit�s End... kinda similar to Trivial Pursuit but kinda not. It was pretty cool, and I really didn�t kick his ass so much as luck out but I am taking full advantage of my gloating rights as I suspect I�m not going to be in this position any too often when it comes to this game.

So now I�m off to sleep on nice clean sheets, with nary a wetspot to interfere with my comfortable slumber. Not sure what�s on the agenda for the next few days, but by gawd we�ve got our porno needs well taken care of. Maybe we�ll even leave the house at some point.

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