Hurray! and Green-Eyed Monster!

At last! I've converted and reformatted my website to its new server and as far as I know, all the stories are where they should be - readable. If you're inclined to re-read anything and find errors, please drop me a note so I can fix them. Now, when I have a little time, I'll get back to writing again.

A few things going on here:

Had a birthday a few days ago - it was wonderful! The giant squid took me shopping in the International District and I purchased a lot of lovely threads and fiber for my art. We ate a superbly long lunch at a family owned Chinese restaurant that caters to the Chinese community here and oh boy! They fed us royally! Thought I might have to waddle out of there. I wanted take-out to nibble on later that evening but Cowboy said he wanted me to nibble on something else.

Oy! Don't go there!

Slept on the way home and woke up in my own bed - hmmm... wonder what made me so sleepy. I didn't drink any wine...

"Don't give out any details, Sar."

When I woke up, someone else was doing the nibbling...

SWAT!

Tsk

He bought me a sexy dress to wear for dinner at a supper club where we danced the tango until they threw us out. I didn't have a rose between my teeth. HE DID! And I took pictures! That one might look good on the front page of The Navy Times. There were a few more surprises. All in all, a stupendous birthday celebration.

Of course there was a birthday spanking.

The upside: The man is getting up there in years...

SWAT!

...but he can still spank.

The downside: The man is soooooo o-l-d...

SWAT!

...he forgets how many spanks he's delivered and has to start over! Again and again!

And what's this one to grow on, one to laugh about, one to make sure he got the number right... One for last year in case he forgot one, one for next year in case he loses count... One for that tree climbing episode last week, one for using my razor, one for eating pie and not sharing, one for sassiness, one for the beer you gave to BullyBoy, one for giving my Scotch to the bloodhound, one for...

Tsk!

I'm not the jealous type. I don't think I'm the jealous type. I'm fairly confident about a lot of things and all those good looking, sexy, buff ladies under Cowboy's command don't faze me in the least. Anyone that gets out of hand, whether Navy or Marine... I manage to squash pretty fast.

However... our young friend, Patrick... age 9, going on 16... has a girlfriend! A girlfriend! Her name is Melissa and she answers to Missy. Missy? EGADS! The only Missy I ever knew was someone I met in a spanking chat room who was turned on when big macho hairy ape men whispered words like "whip" "ballgag" and "crop" in her ears. They whispered other words too but I shudder when I think of them.

Back to Patrick: He brought Missy to the house for a visit... She's blonde with shoulder length curls, blue eyes, and wears frilly girly girl dresses with ankle socks that have lace on them and Mary Jane slippers. She's 7, going on "Mata Hari!"

I fed them lunch and while I cleared the dishes away and put dessert in front of them, they had eyes only for each other, and held hands under the table. This was not their best move... BullyBoy never misses an opportunity for food and licked the ice cream off Patrick's plate when the kid wasn't looking.

Cowboy thought the whole thing was cute. I, on the other hand, have serious doubts about this Missy creature. I bet the outside Rotts would eat her if I asked them to. Isn't this boy supposed to be mine until he's 30?

~Sar~