I know we have all wondered if some people in our real life have any suspicions about our ‘secret’ lifestyles. I’ve said here before that I’ve shared with many close friends, my sister, and a few trusted cousins. But, of course, it’s still not widely known. So tell me, please, how am I supposed to interrupt this? I got the following email – picture included, from my son last week.
Like most people walking past The Pleasure Chest's window displays, I thought of my mom.
He also sent me this video for mother's day, which I thought was hysterical!
Now what I want to know (or do I), is the boy just messing with me for reading the books, or does he know something more.
Then again, I intentionally led someone else to think that I am the good little submissive wife. My boss came to my room, with what he seemed to consider good news. He started off “There’s a three day workshop coming up that would be really good for you to attend. It’s about 2 hours from here and the school will be paying for the workshop and for the room. You’ll be able to share a room with Ms. Jones and we can all ride down together.”
What his words sounded more like to me was, “I’m going to toss you into a pit of snakes and scorpions and then I’ll pour boiling oil all over you!” I'm not a fan of workshops in any form and the idea of being trapped in a car with him and Ms. Jones and then sharing a room with her could have easily caused me to drive an ice pick through my skull!
But I have finally reached an age that I can sometimes think on my feet. And one of my favorite past times is making my boss feel uncomfortable. I looked him right in the eye and said calmly, “I’m not sure my husband would allow such a trip.”
He opened his mouth as if he were going to say something else, but evidently couldn’t think of anything. I quietly stared at him and said no more. I really wanted to laugh at his discomfort. I think since he is just slightly intimated by me, he was having a hard time processing that I could have a husband that allowed or didn’t allow me to do things.
And it truth, I don’t. Nick wouldn’t mind if I chose to go to a several day workshop. He would leave a decision like that up to me. I’m taking a weekend soon just to go off and write. But if I were planning to go somewhere and he really didn’t want me to go all he’d need to say is “I really wish you wouldn’t go.” And I probably wouldn’t.
I hope LJ is just messing with me, and I hope my boss doesn’t realize I’m messing with him!