I should have know going to Vegas would come back to bite me in the ass. This was first weekend and Nick told me fine if I had something in mind or if I liked I could turn the planning over to him. That sounded interesting – I was curious as to want he’d come up with. Seems it was a bit of a gamble.
He said he’d meet me in the bedroom at three; I walked in to find nearly all our weapons of ass destruction spread out on our bed. Each weapon was numbered from the lightest right up to the damn cane. He picked five cards from one deck and I picked five from another, his was the implement and mine was how many strokes. He said since I was a big gamble from Vegas it should all turn out in my favor. And then I drew a damn nine for the cane. Nick claims it was karma for giving the other one away. I hate everything about the horrible, horrible cane except the after effect. What a quandary.
After the implement and number were decided on we really got down to playing – cuffs, ropes, blindfold – a truly wonderful afternoon! I guess some gambles to pay off. I sure home Sunny is enjoying hers.