Yeah, that's where I've been. I apologize for my scarcity here, but life has been so damn busy I've barely had time to breathe.
For quite some time, I was out of work, and so a job search took up the majority of my time. I finally found one, and I've been there for about three months now. I work a lot of extra hours, but I am determined to make a good showing and impression at this place.
School continues for me, I'm slowly but surely finishing my degree. Someday, that sheepskin will be mine.
The coolest news by far is that I have begun writing for a television show! It's just a local show, but I like it. It's called Wolfman Mac's Nightmare Sinema, and it's a return to the days when local television hosts showed cheesy horror films and did goofy sketches. I've only been working on it for two weeks, but I have two scripts completed, and the first one shoots this coming week.
On the kinky side, well, I'm sad to say nothing has happened. No writing, no playing, nothing. I'm gonna try and rectify that, but I don't knopw what will happen. In the meantime, I'll leave you with an unfinished piece of mine, but irst, I want to say a couple of things.
Mistress of Wolves.....You are always in my mind and heart, no matter how long I am away. I am proud of you and happy for you.
Whips, well, you are a special lady, and I am honored indeed to be your friend.
And now...the story fragment:
Pete glanced at his watch and started for the door. He would be glad to lock up and leave the hardware store behind him. It had been a long day, he had a party waiting for him later that evening and he could think of nothing more pleasurable than cracking open a few beers and hanging with his friends.
As he approached the door and fished the keys from his pocket, he noticed a couple approaching. Pete stopped in his tracks as he looked at the pair. The man was handsome enough, Pete supposed, but the woman was breathtaking. Fiery red hair, a full, lush figure, and skin the color of fresh cream. “Damn,” he thought. “How come I can never meet a woman like that?”
The couple strode into the store, the bell above the door jingling merrily as they swung it open. “Sorry folks,’ Pete said. “I was just closing up for the night.” The man looked at him neutrally. “That’s a shame,” he said. “We really need to get a few items, don’t we dear?” He looked at the redhead, who nodded demurely. She remained one step behind the man, her eyes were cast slightly toward the floor. “Perhaps we could convince you to remain open a while longer?”
Pete shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I have to close. I’d love to help you, but I can’t. My hands are tied.” At that, the man suppressed a smirk, as if a private joke had passed between the pair. He removed his wallet and fished out a handful of bills. “Would two hundred dollars persuade you?”
Pete looked at the outstretched wad of bills. He checked his watch. Two hundred dollars was a lot of money for him, and the party wouldn’t start for another two hours. He smiled at the couple. “I suppose I could spare some time,” he said. “How can I help you folks?”
The man smiled broadly. “Do you carry straps?” Pete thought for a moment. “Do you mean for securing cargo,” he asked. “Or did you have something else in mind?” The man tossed a casual glance over his shoulder at his companion. “Securing cargo,” he said.
Pete led them down an aisle and showed them a selection of straps designed for just such a purpose. “These are excellent,” he said. “I use them all the time. The nice thing is that the buckles have a ratchet built into them so you can really strap things down tightly. We can cut them into any length you need right here.”
The man requested five straps of varying lengths. He gave the measurements to Pete who began cutting the requested pieces. He attached the buckle to the first and handed it to the man. He began to cut the second length when he heard the sound of the ratchet being tightened down. He looked up in surprise and saw that the man had looped the strap around the arms of the redhead, just above the elbows, and had tightened it severely. Pete goggled at the pair. The man returned his gaze and said pleasantly “Please, continue with your work. Don’t let us distract you.”
