Waking up, chap 9
Vacation was over. Time to get back to work.
I went to pick up Dusty’s car and park it back in the carriage house and thanked Timmy for his help. Timmy: “Don’t worry about it. You not only saved my business, you made it a huge success. I can never repay you. Don’t sweat it.”
First thing was to touch bases with mom. She got back mid-afternoon, while Mary was out buying schoolbooks for the coming quarter. After the normal greeting pleasantries, I said “I’d like to talk to you in private. No problems, just things that should be said, and asked.” We went to her office. Me: “First, what to do about Dusty? How long is she welcome here? Her ex is a controlling, violent, hateful person and I’d like to see her protected.” Mom: “Not a problem for another month, after that it will depend on how the sisters feel.” Me: “Now, security. I’ve taken steps to hide her. I’ve had her car repainted, different color upholstery in the front, and new license plates. I’ve told her to avoid all her old acquaintances for the time being, and skip the parts of town where either Beth or her and Beth would go. She has a new haircut and a new hair color.” I had her quit her part-time job immediately (before Xmas) so that Beth couldn’t find her. She is looking for new job in a new part of town.
Mom: “You really thought this out.” Me: “I am really afraid for her. Now, about physical security. Mary pointed out to me, that Beth isn’t going to care about the sisters at all. She suggested that we bring in one of my old platoon mates, who she met over vacation, we spent two days with him. He’s a very good killer, and a great tactician. Mary thinks he should be ’the house guardian’, rotating in and out every week or two and I agree. We’ll find another guy for when Pete isn’t here. Although I expect him to want to stay until he wears his welcome out. I’m sure the only reason would be that he really liked the dishes that I cooked for him when we were at his place. (Wink) We will also need two ‘rovers’ who can take turns going with Beth when she leaves the house. They should be female. I think we would only need 4 people, rotating, at a time, not the madhouse it was the week before vacation. When will it be OK for him to show up? He can sleep in a girl’s room who hasn’t come back yet until we get his room tidied. Would today work?” Mom: “Sure, set it up.”
Me: “Lodging. Is there still that empty bedroom in the basement? Is it livable, no mold, not damp, etc.?” Mom: “well, we’ve been using it for random storage, and I think that it is OK. We can clean it out easily, but the room is rather dark—the only windows are about a foot tall and are high up on the walls (but ground level outside) and pretty dirty.” Me: “He can deal with it just fine. But if he objects, we’ll revisit the issue.”
I called Pete. “Are you ready to report for duty, Marine? Duffel bags packed, care of house while gone taken care of, potted plants farmed out to volunteers?” Pete: “Never more ready than at any other time in my life!” He replied. Me: “Well then, roll out. We’ll have to clean out the room I snagged for you here in the sorority. Bring a roll-up sleeping mat or a futon, and a light sleeping bag. Looking forward to seeing you tonight, sergeant.” It hadn’t been difficult getting Pete a conceal carry permit, thank god he already lived in Virginia. I told him exactly what to do, and it was mailed to him while I was in the Caribbean.
Me: “OK, now house stuff.
We’ve already talked about this, but … This quarter, at some point we are going to rebuild the fence, power-wash the outside of the house and repaint it, put up ’the solar carport’, install a backup battery for the house, AND build a garden, which I forgot to mention at the final meeting before vacation—as you know, I have already started and built two raised beds. The sisters are going to be busy this quarter. I would prioritize as follows :
- putting up the panels
- any prep-work needed to install the frames and panels later, such as sinking the support posts and beams
- cleaning the side yard, as prep work : mowing, de-weeding, etc.—ESPECIALLY properly grading with a mini-dozer (a ‘bobcat’)
- building the frames to mount the panels in—frames that can quickly be removed in case of big storms
- mount frames on beams, connect all the panels to each other, connect to inverter(s)
- install battery, and connect the panel system to battery / mains panel—test
- when everything is working dandy, bring in gravel to put under carport, and a gravel driveway out to street.
- Build the garden (because it is really easy, and thus it will be ready for planting)
- build compost bins—a row of 5 or 8 should do, 3ft x 3 ft
- collect vegetable matter for compost bins
- go to stable, collect horse shit for compost bins
The next two might be pushed out to spring quarter, because they are somewhat weather dependent :
- rebuild the fence (as weather permits)—straight-forward, 3 or 4 day job.
One day demo, one day digging post holes and cementing the posts, 1 or 2 days putting up fence boards
- , figure out a color, power wash the house, paint the house
.. Last because of weather. We will need 4–6 days of good weather for a good paint job. No wind or rain, over 60 degrees
Like I said a very busy quarter.
Another house issue: the roof. You need to start saving for a new roof. It is going to be expensive. Now, SOME of the money can come from the emergency fund, but the emergency fund is really for emergencies—i.e., stuff that you don’t see coming. You KNOW that you are going to have to replace the roof, it isn’t unexpected. I would start saving for it ASAP. Investigate local roofing companies, what is their reputation, how good is their work, do they really do what they say they will, do they finish on time. Talk to former customers. Then get a free quote, from several companies. This is an old house. You should have the beams, rafters and trusses completely inspected (say, for dry rot, mold, termite damage, etc.) during the inspection for the free quote. This is an old wooden building. You are doing the roof, you might as well have the house inspected for termites—expect to tent the house. The roof work would be best done when the house is empty, over the summer. Actually, realistically, so would the house painting—maybe just between spring and summer?
Another house issue (one we should start as soon as the ladies get back from vacation) : I’d like to show the ladies an easy way to ‘winterize’ the house, so as to lose less heat and use less resources to heat the house. The simplest and easiest way is to add a sheet of plastic to both the inside and outside of the window frames. It traps a small amount of air between the plastic and the window, making a cheap, but effective triple-paned window which bleeds heat out of the house much more slowly. It is simple, but effective. I recommend 6–10 mil thick plastic sheeting. It will stand up to a lot, except really strong storms.
Another house issue : think about insulating the house walls and roof and attic at some point in the future . Insulating the Roof and attic floor make sense when the roof is redone. That will make a HUGE difference in heat loss, especially the upstairs bedrooms.
OK, finally, this isn’t really about the house, but it impacts the house. Since I’m not getting paid to cook, I thought that I would expand on that idea and … not cook.” Shocked and horrified look on mom’s face. “Hold on, not as bad as it sounds. I have been cooking with sisters for the past 2 or 3 months. Sure, I made some pretty high-end dishes, but the majority of what I made were easy, down-to-earth healthy food. A lot of the sisters know how to cook those already. So my idea is to plan out a week’s meals in advance, and put the names of people who are going to participate in cooking each meal, each day. Breakfast is pretty easy, for anybody. Lunch generally is as well. And dinner CAN be easy, or you can make a king’s meal and complicate everything. My idea is that I make sure that everybody knows how to make the easy stuff. It will serve them for the rest of their lives. I mean breakfast could be pancakes, pancakes with fruit toppings, waffles, French toast, omelettes (so many possibilities!), scrambled eggs (many choices here too, like with grilled smoked ham cubes and cheese), Yogurt with either fruit or granola (or both) on top, random cereals, frittata, sausage & croissant breakfast casserole, Fruit smoothies, yogurt parfaits (a glass filled with yogurt and jam or nuts or vanilla, or fruits, or …), Egg & Chorizo breakfast burrito, breakfast sausage in a baked egg casserole, grits, English muffin breakfast sandwich (ham or bacon or sausage patty with part of a folded omelette with two slightly toasted muffins), Oatmeal with a multitude of different flavorings possible, Grits & Bacon frittata, savory—not sweet—Crêpes, home fries, hash browns, soft or hard -boiled eggs, …
I mean, come on, I just pulled all of those ideas out of my ass without even thinking about it. And there are so many more. We start off with breakfast helpers, then breakfast cooks, then lunch helpers, then lunch cooks. And the ‘helpers’ will be doing a lot, if not most, of the cooking. And everybody gets a 100-page spiral-bound note book to write the recipes in. Honestly, this isn’t going make me much free time for weeks or maybe even months, but it will make the ladies self-sufficient. I will still cook some breakfasts, and some lunches, and probably a lot of dinners. But the dinners are going to be simple, so the ladies can learn. Simple, but delicious.
(Said with a smile) OK, that’s enough to think about for a week or two.”
I greated the ladies as they came home, some of them quite personally and privately. Dusty got back, all smiles and more relaxed than I had seen her since the first time in the studio. We talked about her vacation, then I said: “OK, time for serious stuff—you staying off Bethany’s radar. Your car is repainted with new new license plates. I remind you to avoid old acquaintances, and skip the parts of town where you and/or Beth went. You have a a new haircut and new hair color.” You quit your part-time job and are looking for new job in a new part of town. All is great so far. I want to introduce you to the new ‘house guardian’, Pete. You have already met, but you probably don’t remember. We all served together in Iraq, and you did a few pickups of his crew. He will be living in house. He has a carry permit, I have issued him a Glock 26 (since it is more circumspect, easier to hide, and if 10 shots can’t take care of a civilian problem, we’re in deep shit anyways.) I checked him out on it at the range—twice. He may be escorting you around at times when you leave the house.
Now, you need a new nickname. You can’t use ‘Dusty’ or your real name when you meet new people. Call yourself “Mae”, explain it’s your nickname since you were 3 or 4, because you always said to your family “MAYbe I will, MAYbe I won’t—so they started calling you Mae Bell, then just Mae. Another layer on the onion of total disappearance. We start here at the sorority, immediately, so you get used to being Mae.
But let’s shift to the future. What do you want to do? I have a friend at the college, and he is willing to give you an aptitude test ‘off the books’. It’s basically a quiz where you list what you think your skills are, and most importantly, what you like doing. Such as personal interaction with people, working with your hands, being creative, etc. And it suggests multiple lines of work that might be appropriate for you. Interested? (Nod yes). OK, I’ll set that up. But Mae, you can be anything you want. Have you used any of the benefits from the G.I. bill yet? Jesus, Mae, I always thought you were pretty smart, but you are making yourself look pretty fucking stupid here. You get a free ride for 3 years at college because of your service. After you figure out what you want to do, USE IT! And you are a professional, highly skilled helocopter pilot. You not only have night flight training, you used it over and over and over. You don’t think that a private helo company wouldn’t be drooling to get someone with your credentials on their payroll, even part-time? You could work weekends while you are in school. Wake up! I repeat, Mae, you can be and do anything you want! Think about it.
I am going to skip forward a bit, to concentrate on Mae (as I insisted that everybody in the sorority call her).
Somehow, even with all our precautions, within a month Beth found out that Dusty was still in town. She eventually ran into her downtown. Luckily, Pete was there. Now what happened was that Beth started out with “you are coming home with me, bitch!”. Pete said “excuse me but …” and Beth yelled “THIS AIN’T YOUR BUSINESS, BOYO, just step away unless you want to get hurt”. Pete stepped back with with his hands held halfway up saying “I don’t want no trouble.” Mae was shocked, Beth grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her away. Dusty started screaming, Pete pulled out his whistle and started giving short, repeated blows on the whistle, over and over. Dusty was still screaming HELP and Beth slapped her hard across the face, then kicked Pete in the stomach, HARD, doubling him over and he fell to the ground. I saw Pete on the ground, screaming in pain.
Now, fast forward to when they got back to sorority. I had been in the sitting room / parlor talking with a few of the sisters when they walked though the front door. I saw Mae and immediately EXPLODED: “WHAT THE FUCK PETE! You were supposed to protect her, look at her, she has a busted, bloody swollen lip. I can’t believe that …” And Mary shouted “SHUT UP MR C!”, which shocked everybody, especially me. Mary: “You always tell us to listen before making judgements. Always. Maybe you should do the same thing in this case, hmmm?” Both Pete and Mae looked at Mary with relief and gratitude. They explained that Beth had accosted them and what had happened. Me “WHAT THE FUCK PETE! You backed away ?!!?” Mary shouted “SHUT UP MR C! (A second time) I doubt that the story is over. Please continue, Mae.”
Mae looked at me straight in the eye and said, “thank god that you assigned Pete to me. He did the absolute correct tactical AND strategic thing possible. Yes, I got a busted lip and he got kicked in the stomach. But what I didn’t know at the time was that just as Beth started ranting, he noticed two police officers walking down the opposite sidewalk. He made sure to make this the loudest and most seemingly dangerous interaction possible, right in front of two police officers. Both wearing body cams. Mae smiled. They heard the initial rant from Bethany, and started over and the body cams recorded Bethany trying to drag me away, her slapping me, her kicking Pete and knocking him to the ground. BTW, yeah Pete was on the ground screaming in pain with his left hand on his belly, but his right hand was mysteriously out of sight, behind his back, probably gripping the Glock he has strapped in back.
The officers have arrested Beth for multiple counts of assault and battery, we accompanied them to the police station to give our statements. Pete told the officers (verbally, not in a report) that Beth has been stalking me, and would it be possible to delay her paperwork a little bit, and that what I really needed was a TRO (Total Restring Order) against Bethany. BTW, Bethany attacked 3 police officers while being booked, those charges have been added. The officers talked to the desk sergeant, who called the courthouse to get an emergency hearing, the arresting officers came with us to testify before the judge and showed the body cam recordings, which also had sound. The judge immediately granted an unlimited, non-expiring TRO against Bethany. She can’t come within 1500 feet of me. One of the officers (the station chose one of the officers that Bethany assaulted) went to Bethany’s cell, said “come here, to the bars, I have important paperwork for you” and when she came over, he handed her a copy of the TRO and said, with a smile, “you’ve been served”. So, as I said, Pete made the absolute correct tactical AND strategic choice. Bethany is in jail, probably held without bail after attacking police, for multiple counts of violence, and I have a TRO now.” And Mae smiled.
At this point, my head was hanging. I said “Pete, I apologize. I lost my head, I completely lost it when I saw Mae’s face. I should have known better, brother. Thank you for being there, and playing it smart. You protected Mae both short-term, and long-term. You’ve pretty much built a legal safety cocoon around Mae. Thank you. A million thank yous.” All the sisters thanked Pete, and gave him hugs. There were rumors that some of the sisters thanked Pete privately, and intimately, over the next few days.
At the next house meeting after the assault, Pete asked to speak (he didn’t normally attend, let alone speak). He said: “OK. The threat has passed, I guess it’s time for me to head back to my house.” There were quite a few loud “NOs!” expressed by the sisters in attendance. Mom said “It doesn’t sound like you are going to get rid of us that easily. Quie a few of the sisters have grown attached to the new ogre in our presence, including me.” (Pete blushed bright red.) Would you be willing to hang around for a week or so for all of us to reflect and work something out?” Pete said: “yes, sure, if that’s the way you want it.” Mom: “That’s definitely the way we want it. Mr C, you seem to have a knack for solving problems, why don’t you talk to a few people, figure out a solution or three, and get back to us?” I said “Yes, madam president.” Using her official title indicated that I felt this was house business. “I’m on it.”
I had a walk and talk with Pete, around the neighborhood. “So, Pete, the house where you normally live, do you own it?” (Yes) “Is it a family house you inherited, or does it have any emotional attachment?” (No, not really—it was just affordable, and I could live there on my retirement.) “Do you have many close friends there?” (Nah, the closest are just guys I meet at the V.A. hall, we play cards, drink beer, and shoot the shit.) “So, serious question now: would you rather go back to your house, or live in this town?” (No contest. HERE, 150%.) “OK, my suggestion is that we start looking for what is available for sale here. IMHO, you don’t really need a 5-bedroom house like you have now (hey, but you bought at the right time, and it should sell for a pretty penny in this market). But it depends on what is available here as to what you buy. The smaller houses, say 2-bdrm, are generally older, 1920s-40s, and in crappy shape. A decent 3-4 bdrm house, built in the late 60s or early 70s is what you should be looking for. And if you had a few extra bedrooms, well, as sorority sisters move out, they often rent bedrooms in houses with people that they trust… Does that sound like a plan?” (Cappy, you always come up with fantastic plans—that sounds great!).
So we went looking for a house, and found a 4-bdrm mid-1970s ranch style house one block away from the sorority. It had been on the market for over 6 months, no takers, because it looked like shit. Peeling paint, stained carpets, the ‘landscaping’ was basically yard-tall weeds over the entire property, outdated kitchen appliances (original, I would bet), the roof was iffy (would need to be changed in the next few years, but I didn’t see any leak stains in the ceilings). But I crawled through the attic, under the house, inspected the plumbing and electrical. Almost all of the “problems” were cosmetic (except the roof and some dripping faucets and toilets) and easily fixed, with time and some elbow grease.
So, a few nights after the last meeting, I asked for an unofficial house meeting—an ‘advisory’ meeting. I told Pete, “This time, let me do the tactical and strategic planning, OK? YOU say nothing, unless you say how much you enjoyed your visit and would like to keep seeing the girls, or something along those lines, AND ONLY WHEN I ASK YOU—otherwise keep the trap shut.” I started the meeting with “First, Pete, I may want to ask you questions, but for now this is an anonymous meeting. I’d like you to turn around and admire that beautiful landscape painting on the wall behind me.” He did so, back to the sisters and I continued “You all know that Pete has announced that he would be leaving soon, to go back to his house. How many of you ladies would like him to stay around?” (Every hand in the room went up—I was surprised. Pete had apparently made quite an impression on every lady in the house.) So, we have talked this over and around and back again for the past three days. He could simply visit every now and then, but …” (I stopped because I was drowned out by about 5 ‘boooo’s, which quickly grew to about 20.) I quickly held my hands up. “But we think that we may have found a better solution.” (Curious, interested silence from the sisters.)
I continue: “Pete is thinking about selling the house he currently owns, and buying one here, in this town.” (LOTS of cheers and clapping.) “We have even found a possible purchase here, about a block away.” (Lots of very loud cheers.) “Now, there is a problem or two. Pete’s house, well, he bought it over ten years ago, he really hasn’t done much with it since, and it needs some TLC before putting it on the market. Mainly some weeding, planting flowers, and a full inside repainting. Is there anyone here that might want to learn how to do professional grade interior painting—we can practice on Pete’s old house …” (All hands went up). Well, the new house is in even worse shape. It is all cosmetic, but work needs to be done on the new house as well, before he can move in. Any volunteers? (Again, all hands go up.) “Well, that’s good news. BTW, it’s a 4-bdrm house. I know that it is sort of a tradition that when sisters move out of the house, that they often leave in clumps and room together. It seems that next year there is going to be a house very near our sorority house that will be renting out 3 rooms.” (The sisters all looked at one another, with smiles on their faces.)
“After Pete sells his old house, he’ll need a place to stay while fixing up his new house. Would anybody object if he slept in the room he is using now, while fixing up his new house?” (No objections, just lots of smiles.) “Well, Pete, if you agree, I think that we should go down to the real estate office tomorrow and dicker on a lower price for the house and sign an ‘intent to purchase’ agreement to get it off the market ASAP. Are you in?” Pete had watery eyes, it looked like he was going to start crying, but he managed to croak out “yeah, that sounds like a plan. Tomorrow.” And he got swamped by the sisters in a massive group hug. Needless to say, everything worked out, he actually made a quite a bit of money on the sale of the old house (the girls did a great job painting and cleaning) even after the purchase of the new house + repairs. A year later, he is a very happy camper, with three ‘renters’ in his new house, keeping him warm at night.
OK, now forward to the past (get it, the opposite of back to the future). So, we had just gotten back from vacation, the sisters were trickling in day by day. I was screwing Mary at least two hours a day if not 4 or 5. It was pretty obvious that we were now ‘an item’, but Mary was the one that kept insisting to her sisters that I was not monogamous and it didn’t bother her. After everybody had returned to the sorority house, we had an informal house meeting. ‘Mae’ was introduced, I explained the painstaking extent we had gone through to cloud Dusty’s whereabouts, and that this was Mae. Pete was introduced. It was more an informal get together than a ‘business’ meting. Although I did remind everyone about the work on the house planned for this quarter: Panels, gravel parking under the panels, garden beds, rebuilding fence, and a new task, maybe, but maybe the final quarter, repainting the house. BUT, first thing would be a quick lesson and practice in ‘winterizing’ the house : plastic taped over the frames of the windows, leaving an air gap as an insulator AND foam weather stripping tape around all the doors leading to the outside. Maybe half a day’s work.
At the end of the meeting, I said that I was going to talk about my vacation in a few minutes if anybody wanted to stay and hear about it. Everybody stayed. I talked about Me & Mary visiting Pete (present), Tom (the solar guy) and Bob. All retired Marines that I had served with in Iraq. I told the group about how Mary teased the entire shop floor when we were at the factory and how she did it. Everyone was laughing. What we did in Charleston. I had a bunch of digital photos on the laptop. “Ooooohs and Aaaaahs” were heard. I talked about the GREAT seafood restaurants, some of them little more than shacks on the beach, where you could eat like a king for $10 on a paper plate. At one of those shacks, Mary and I overheard a couple talking about their recent visit to the Florida Keys (which WAS true BTW—if they assumed that’s why we went, well, they just made assumptions). So Mary and I left the car in Bob’s garage, and we flew down to Florida to spend some time in the Keys. We drove from one end of the islands to the other end, all the way down to Key West. Mary learned how to SCUBA dive. I showed pictures of Mary underwater with sea turtles, moray eels, tropical fish, and lots of coral in the background. I was able to say exactly where each one was taken—which key AND particular beach. I showed Mary sunning herself on various beaches in the keys (although I sneakily took different angled shots on the same beach to make it look like more beaches than we actually saw.) I said that during vacation, we made some ‘vacation friends’—you know, the kind that you hang out with and have fun with, but you realize that you are probably never going to see each other again. And I also said that since we were in the tropics, and some of our new ‘friends’ had boats, that we went sailing a few times. (BTW, also true, I never mentioned the word ‘Florida’ in that series of sentences.) I said that Mary was a natural at sailing, and showed pictures of Mary hauling on sail lines, pulling up the mainsail, and letting it down. Mary learned about mooring and how to make a cleat hitch (Pictures of Mary tying up at several docks. ).
I said that while I was on vacation, I lucked out and ran into quite a few pilots. (I explained that I was both a private pilot and a commercial pilot, and what it meant.) So I might catch a few jobs either ferrying planes (meaning moving the plane to where the owner wants it) or flying people around. And maybe a free trip back down to the tropics, and back. In fact we ‘hitchhiked’ on a plane to Savannah, Georgia because the pilot was super happy to have a co-pilot on the trip. When we left Key West, I turned in the rental there and we ‘hitchhiked’ in a plane to get off the island. (Both statements true—if they assumed that I was talking about one and the same event, well, I wasn’t the one making the assumption.) I said I would look into what might be available at Charlottesville for a temp pilot, bring in some cash.
OK, I finished, then made nighttime herbal tea for me & Mary, and we went up to bed. By now, it was really obvious that Mary and I had grown a LOT closer over vacation. I said, once in the room “everything went well, I thought. And I did not lie ONCE. Every statement I made was true, if they made assumptions, well, they made assumptions. Mary had a sort of tense smile, and said “still, that didn’t make me feel warm and fuzzy”. I said “well, from now on, we won’t have to do it. It is pretty obvious to anyone who has seen us interact for more than 24-houra, that our relationship has changed. We don’t have to hide anything going forward.” Mary looked happy about that.
Concerning the ‘special study’ sessions, I pretty much ‘raced’ through the fist set of 4 students, spending about 3 days on erogenous zones and foreplay, then moved to 3 days on blowjob technique, then a week on ‘blowjob practice’ at the same time as ‘fucking for beginners’, then 10 days of of ‘which position do you like best?’ They then ‘graduated’. I did no anal. I then moved on to the last three, all of whom had cleared their STD tests. I spent ONE day on on erogenous zones and foreplay, then moved to 2 days on blowjob technique. (They had been part of the ‘group sessions’ on those subjects, and witnessed and heard all the advice, and seen it done, and heard my comments, so just had to practice—and I did two or three blowjob sessions a day, depending on their class schedule, so the ‘fucking portion’ was mostly concentrated on fucking and finding their favorite positions, thus only 10 days of fucking—three at a time in group sessions. So I finished with those three in only 2 weeks. Then I was DONE. Yeah, I still had occasional sex with some of the sisters, at least once or twice a week, but it wasn’t at all like before. They laughingly referred to the sex as “refresher lessons”.
So one night about 3 weeks after I ‘graduated’ the last three from ‘special study’ sessions, I was in bed with Mary, getting ready to go to sleep. I said: “Uh, Mary, you probably aren’t going to be happy about this. Remember when you make the come-back that you worry about things that I don’t tell you? Well I want to be truthful and transparent with you. Something has reared its ugly little head and I can’t get it out of my mind. But first, remember how much closer we have gotten recently, so much so that I have given up on accepting new ‘special study students’ and raced through the last two ’sessions’ in under 2 months, less time than I spent with the girls in the first session. That I have been sleeping with YOU most nights, even if just to cuddle (with a smile, I added) although we cuddle every night, we often spend quite a bit of time doing other stuff too.” (Mary smiled, but a bit wistfully)and said: “and now the bad news …”
“Remembeer that I said that I was non-monogamous? (Yes) I have pretty much always been like that. In fact, being with you has been the closest to monogamous I have ever been. I have sex with some of the sisters now and then, but you are the only woman I make love to.” Mary smiled and kissed me. Mary said: “and now the bad news …” I sighed, and said “Remember that I said I have been with lots of women, probably over 200? (Nods yes). Well, there’s this sexual thing that I like doing, and after a while it gets under my skin and nags at me until I satisfy the urge. It’s sort of a fetish, and I do NOT want to do it with you, beause I want to please you, I don’t want you doing stuff just because I want it, when you hate it. I really don’t think you would enjoy it. We can talk about it, but I wouldn’t enjoy doing it with you. You are my princess, and I am not joking when I talk about worshiping you, and worshiping your body. (Mary blushed) This thing, it is the absolute opposite of worship. Do you want to talk about it, or just take me on faith?” Mary: “I think we should talk about it.” Me: “OK”
I get into role playing, sexual role playing. Most of the roles are rather … submissive for the woman, sometimes she is completely submissive. The ’tame’ ones are along the lines of I am your teacher, you just miserably failed the final, and you would do anything to pass the class. You can see where that goes. Another, a bit LESS tame, is I am a cop that pulled you over for speeding and you failed the breathalyzer test—by a huge amount, and you would do anything to get out of the ticket and not get cited for drunk driving. It is less tame because the cop just orders the woman around like a slut or a whore. One of the least tame one is that I am a sheik, and I have just purchased you and you are to join my harem as a sex slave. That one is pretty much over the top, as role-playing goes. I don’t get off on really hurting women, a few playful spanks might arise, but no whipping, no bondage, no sexual strangulation.”
I ask with a bit of trepidation: “Mary have I just lowered myself in your eyes with this admission? Do you understand why I don’t want to play these games with you? And that that I haven’t played these games in well over a year, maybe even as long as two years? That it is eating me up inside, like a ravenous rat eating out my guts?” Mary looked at me, silently for about 5 seconds and said: “No, this doesn’t lower you in my eyes. You are being totally honest, and forward, and transparent with me. You trust me with this. I think that is shows how much you care about me that you would risk losing me because you want to be totally honest with me. I am a bit flattered. On the other hand, yes, I am a bit shocked. And you are right, I really am not interested in playing any of those role games with you. (Adding, with a smile) Well, maybe the teacher one. And … how about we pretend to be two teens ‘playing doctor’ and discovering sex for the first time? I know I can play that one well, since you taught me all about sex and are the only person who has ever given me an orgasm. So, what are you going to do about the rat eating your insides?”
Me: “Well, I don’t want to do it with any of the sisters either. One, because I don’t think any would like it, and two, it might blow back on you, or me, and/or the sorority. So, I was planning on searching far afield, at supermarkets, farmer’s market, parks, whatever, but on the other side of town. And keep everything as far away from the sorority as possible. I’ve already rented a box at one of those private P.O. Box places, on the other side of town for 3 months just in case. I can use it as my address, as the address doesn’t look like a P.O. Box. The bad news is that I might disappear for an afternoon, or even a full night. Are you OK with this?”
Mary thought for a bit and said “So long as you come back to me, I can deal with it. I am a little fearful that this may pull you away from me.” I said: “I just need to get this out of my system. It might last a few weeks, it might last a few months, maybe even longer. But eventually I will get my fill, get the monkey off my back, and can drop it after a while. Until the rat shows up again.”
I started my ‘hunting’ for a nice submissive that week. And that is the subject of the next chapter.