The escape

After the cyclone and torrential rains have subsided what we are left with, apart from the mess, is humidity that makes the air so thick it is hard to breathe. Oh yes and a gym that has been without power for a couple of days... along with our local grocery and fruit shops. So we did the only sensible thing. We toddled off to the shopping centre for some "let's use their air-con and exercise at the same time"... otherwise known as shopping.

He has embraced clothes shopping of late with a vengeance... his wardrobe is stuffed to overflowing. And may one just add that it takes a lot longer to get out the door these days with all that clothes and Converse mixing and matching going on. Of course like all zealots enthusiasts, now that He has run out of room, his attention has turned to one's own wardrobe. That was how one ended up with a belt with a zip. He insists it is a skirt, but one neither trusts Him to tell the truth nor to be completely honest when judging these things. Honestly once the blood flow goes from the brain... yeah not to be trusted at all...

Several hours later we returned bearing prawns for dinner and curled up near a fan. Well one small slave might have been hogging most of that if one is honest. The heat was oppressive to say the least. He lay there making plans for a shower. It didn't happen. In fact after He woke up from the micro sleep he had slid into, he conceded that all was lost. But we are having sex tomorrow He said...

In fact if I wake up in the night we might be having sex earlier than that

Peers around and whispers are they allowed to threaten you like that... it seems so wrong