Totally useless and annoying trip to Boston. I beleive they wanted us to go to Ohio or Pennsylvania to investigate, but, whatever the reason was, we called in today, and they told us we could go home. So we did.
Worse, when we got to the hotel, Megan and I were exhausted, and should have gone to sleep. No, Megan wanted to torture me. I admit it was my fault.
"What do you think our girlfriends are doing?" I asked
"Masturbating in front of each other." Megan replied, and continued. "I never thought that would be any fun, let's just go down on each other, but it really is fun! Good foreplay between the kissing and the more serious stuff."
Megan and I concluded that it would not bother us if they did have sex. Megan just said "I hope they jill off together, have huge orgasms, squirt all over each other, and fall asleep."
I threw a hint at Megan that we could do something.
Megan got the hint.
I got a firm NO!
Never hurts to ask, and Megan never takes offense to these kind of questions.
Our plane got out. Later flights were cancelled. Nature sent a storm to punish the east for voting so stupidly.
Maggie called us in yesterday afternoon. Everyone was there. Maggie noted that we had fought Obama for four years, and now for more, and that if anyone was tired, there was a sterling recommendation waiting for them. That was all. Nobody volunteered. Maggie told us to go home, and thik about it over the weekend.
Vi, Kristina, Ngok and I braved the weather to a bar. Over some beers and appetizer platters, we all promised to stay. Obama is now a lame duck, but the fight is not over. It is just beginning.
Worse, when we got to the hotel, Megan and I were exhausted, and should have gone to sleep. No, Megan wanted to torture me. I admit it was my fault.
"What do you think our girlfriends are doing?" I asked
"Masturbating in front of each other." Megan replied, and continued. "I never thought that would be any fun, let's just go down on each other, but it really is fun! Good foreplay between the kissing and the more serious stuff."
Megan and I concluded that it would not bother us if they did have sex. Megan just said "I hope they jill off together, have huge orgasms, squirt all over each other, and fall asleep."
I threw a hint at Megan that we could do something.
Megan got the hint.
I got a firm NO!
Never hurts to ask, and Megan never takes offense to these kind of questions.
Our plane got out. Later flights were cancelled. Nature sent a storm to punish the east for voting so stupidly.
Maggie called us in yesterday afternoon. Everyone was there. Maggie noted that we had fought Obama for four years, and now for more, and that if anyone was tired, there was a sterling recommendation waiting for them. That was all. Nobody volunteered. Maggie told us to go home, and thik about it over the weekend.
Vi, Kristina, Ngok and I braved the weather to a bar. Over some beers and appetizer platters, we all promised to stay. Obama is now a lame duck, but the fight is not over. It is just beginning.