In theory most of this shouldn't have taken more than a
couple of hours... well maybe a bit more with the distance thing thrown in. In
reality it took all day. And oddly enough it was the finding something for
lunch thing that caused most of the problems. It was a free day which meant
that we could have anything we liked...
Why is it, when confronted with that much choice that we
both turned to each other, looking rather like rabbits in headlights, and screwed
up our noses going... meh, you choose? In the end we settled on sushi...
reluctantly... which meant Chermside. And that was where the plan started to
unravel just a little...
Well the time certainly did...
It unravelled because of clothes...
It started with Him voluntarily ducking into a shop to look
at t-shirts and ended with one small slave purchasing... peers around furtively
and whispers, trousers. Now there is a strict "skirts unless permission is
granted for an exception" rule around here. A rule He relaxed on the spot
when he saw the trousers (which is a lose descriptor) on. That is how one ended
up with a pair of pants that any hooker would be proud to wander round in. The
things are so damn tight that there are probably body parts that will not
receive their quota of oxygen while they are on.
In fact one had something rather similar in the 80's...
Sighs and one doesn't remember paying quite that much for
them last time L
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I met some friends at a diner Saturday and the first thing they said to me was not hi, hello etc. It was "I've never seen you with pants on." See, I do own jeans! And sometimes wear them, although not usually to go out with Master, then it is skirts.
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