There wouldn't have been much time for us to do anything together while we were here." You said that I must have read your mind, Glenda. Did you want ...o talk to me about something?" Oh, I'm glad you reminded me. I can't find my travel emergency bag. You know the one with my sewing kit, the lint remover, and those other things. I was sure I packed it. Could you check the bedroom to see if I left it there? Maybe it's in the trunk of the car, if you don't see it there." Sure thing, babe. Just hang. Doesn’t care care if they left you, or you left them. It doesn’t care if it was for the best, or justified, or conceived in conceited self-absorption. It just goes. The world spins on, the sun rises, sets, and rises again. You are just along for the ride friend, you can get drug behind the chariot, or you can pick yourself up out of the dirt and try to stumble along. At least that’s what I’ve kept telling myself. Fuck if I know anything about anything. My parents wanted to drive me to. I decided to wear my red pantys and matching red lacy braI lay on the bed feeling my lovely silky pantys my cock going hardI got up and put on my white pink suspender belt and black stockingsThen I put on my tight fitting red mini dressI examined my image in the mirror wow I would like to fuck me tee heeI put on my high heel red shoes and fixed my short cut girly hair with a wisp over my eyeIt was a warm evening so I put my handbag over my shoulder-I was ready to hit the townI went into the. ”He takes his twelve o’clock pill and return to his duties, dusting and polishing, knowing mistress doesn’t like it when things are dusty, she likes them to shine and sparkle. She tells him that he must do it and do it well, because it is very therapeutic. He doesn’t really understand what she means by therapeutic, he does know that he enjoys buffing the wood and polishing the paint, the silver and glass, making sure the ornaments are precisely placed where she likes them and he gets.