Returning to consciousness and awareness, I found there was none of the confusion of the other transitions: no blaring claxons, no spinning emergency ...ighting, and no pounding in my head from an injury. It was more like waking from an intense, realistic dream, one that I hadn’t wanted to awaken. Had it all been a dream?My vision was impaired, then I realized I was wearing the helmet, and I raised the visor to see more clearly. I had to smile to myself. I hadn’t fallen, at least I think I. He was adding sugar to his, and I was just trying to get the lid on mine. Maybe it was because I was in a hurry, maybe it was because I was distracted by his distinguished looks, but the disaster happened. When I tried to push the lid on my cup it slipped over and spilled–splashing my blouse. Before I even thought, I growled, ‘Fuck.’ Then tried mopping myself up. The barista came to help and Larry did too. A couple of spots had hit his shirt, but that was as nothing to the state of my blouse.. When I stepped outside, it was nasty. There was a heavy wind, and the snow was blowing sideways, I was beginning to think that this might be a bad idea.I was just about finished cleaning it off when Brad pulled up in his truck. He asked my to get in my truck and pull it out into the street. When I did, the rear wheels starting spinning. Brad yelled at me to do it slowly. After I pulled out into the street, Brad plowed my driveway. Then he parked his truck, walked over to my Jeep and asked me to. I had no idea she would be into the whole sub/dom thing. God the thought of her dominating me turns me on so much I am tempted to call Stuart and say never mind and go running to her house. Then again Stuart really turns me on as well. He is gorgeous, with that body of his he could have any woman he wanted. Just thinking of the chest on that man drives me crazy. Then his piercing blue eyes and blond hair, he looks like how I imagine a Norse god would have looked like. Lost in thought I am.