I could smell the fresh aroma of coffee brewing in the kitchen, the machine making its last growl as it emptied the last of the water into the filter. I sat there in my over sized chair, feeling its comfort I snuggled in. How I wished I could go back to sleep. I was still wearing my blue pin stripped PJ bottoms, my hair was a mess and my face unshaven. All I had the energy for after my late night at work is to get up and to sit down here. I could see the sun rise looking out the window, I knew it was a warm day as there was no dew on the windows. The dog is waging its tail staring at me and before I knew it the cold nose was on my toes. It was just the jolt that I needed, OK OK I said in a raspy voice as I got up hearing my body complain. I walked to the sliding doors and opened them up. The dog ran by me and over the covered deck he went and into the yard. I loved our yard, it was a nice sized lot, big enough for the kids to play in, for the dog to roam and for the occasional cookout with friends. I stood at the doors and stared out into the beautiful scenery unfolding before me.
I must apologize but I changed a small portion of part 1 but I have included here.
I opened the door to the adjoining bathroom and stepped in. She was drying off and was hiding herself by keeping the towel around her. I disliked when she did this and she knew it. She had nothing to be ashamed of, I loved her the way she was and that is all that mattered. We had made a rule for her never to cover herself in front of me, to obstruct my view when she was naked. I looked at her and she quickly hurried out of the shower and into the bedroom. I followed her and asked her what the matter was. “Nothing” she responded. I knew it wasn’t ‘nothing’, after all of these years she still hated to show herself. “Stop” I commanded. “Didn’t we talk about this” I stammered. She avoided my eyes and did not reply. Reaching for her towel I grabbed it and pulled it from her clutches. She swept past me without another word her eyes avoiding mine at all cost. I could see the shame it had caused her, she knew the rules. She understood them each perfectly, they were not hard to follow, and she agreed to them without even a hint of hesitation. Rules were in place for a reason, a reminder of the dynamic that ruled this home, a relationship, fastened by love and obedience. I was angry, angry that once again we are at this juncture in our relationship. I walked to the walk in closet and opened the huge wooden chest pulled out several sections of rope, and walked back into the bedroom. Continue reading
It has been a while since my last post. We survived the much speculated and feared Apocalypse of 2012, as far as I witnessed no fire and brimstone came from the sky, nor was the earth swallowed up by earthquakes. Then again for some of you Christmas might have seemed like the Apocalypse with the in-laws and immediate family there to administer what I am sure you would call Torture. So now we stand in a New Year, to do with as we please, and to hopefully mold it into something we can appreciate for years to come.
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