i woke up late--- i had stayed out Tuesday after the subspace meeting to treat my aching hip to a lovely hot tub with H & B---
and darling T came along  for run as we drove across town..
Got there just after full dark, and got a fast ride around the block via the freeway with B...(i love the feel of pulling your thighs up and squeezing the boy in front of you), then back to the house for 4 folks and the hot tub.

One thing led to another, and i ended up with my toes in a rather warm female cozy spot, and while the 4 adults (well, alleged adults) tickled and teased, bit and suckled and groped.... it was decided by T that he needed to go "spelunking for cock"...

None of us were too worried-- we know T can only hold his breath for so long:)   and it was entertaining to H and i to consider taking the opportunity while T was ass up and mouth down somewhere under the bubbles and B laughed and shook his head at T's audacity to possible poke T's cute little anus (but we decided that having him drown through sudden intake of hot tub water would put a 'damper' on the evening...
so we continued to snuggle and girl kiss and...
none of us wanted to get to over the top, so we eventually slacked off after i got nailed enough to Red out on biting and found out H won't red out on me no matter what  i do to that dear nipple....

By then, it was just midnight, and we dried off and went into the garage as T really wanted to get whipped--- it had been a long time since he got played, and i wanted to see B with the florentine double whips-- he has lovely form, but the only time i have ever seen him play was with H- and she is a HUGE pain slut ... and before i sign on for anything more than snuggle time, i want to see this boy in action with a lesser mortal.

So, toweled down and snuggly with my girl toy and *camera*, we get cozy in robes in the garage as B brings down the wench and attaches a spreader bar to tie T's arms up... and then pulls him up on his *toes* and warms up the whips..

OH MY GOD, this boy is GOOD-- (almost as good as K, but let's not compare men unless we are talking who tells the best jokes or *height*), and i love watching the smooth flow of both whips as he moves across the floor.
i took a few pictures before remembering i could SWITCH to VIDEO-- and from then on H and i giggled (she has lovely places on her neck to kiss) and i filmed the most amazing play date  i had seen in a long time. T. had said he had never seen himself play, and we all knew he screams-- but when he got to GROWLING and snarling, oh my gosh it was fun.
B warmed him up with the fun spongy rubber flogger (damn i wish i could remember the name), then went to full shipping-- taking the time to catch *the bottoms of his feet on tippy toe* as well as *his sides*, legs, calves, shoulders, and then the front... when he worked on T's nipple line it was a sudden change of tone for the dear boy-- and quite a wonderful thing to watch..Both men were SO HOT in this magical BDSM scene--- not sexual-- something more visceral and animal... one hanging on unaware of what would be touched/ pushed next, the other working the man with every tool (including his fingers -- fucking nasty strong fingers- ) and scratching, rubbing, paddling, flogging, and otherwise making the partner in front of him truly  engaged.... using those toys with a surgical sincerity that is not seen often.
B had already volunteered to teach a class for us, and i had already planned on getting that scheduled, but now i have a whole new impetus.
Yes, i was offered the spot-- twice- but i declined. Not only do i not play at the drop of a hat, even with a couple that  i am deeply friends with and considering playing with, but because i like to have an early evening dedicated to the plan rather than trying to fit too much in with adults that are tired and on a school night to boot.
So, while we all gave T lots of after care and chat, i enjoyed brushing out my hair and watching the 2/3 of them interact. It gives me a lot of input about how they both work together and where the landmines of playing as a 3d might be with a solid couple who are well grounded and appreciate the problems with Poly.  i have been blessed to never be the cause of a situation with poly over all these years, and enjoy a reputation as a very safe poly player when others have been invited to play with me or my partners-- something i cherish on several levels (yet another long inner vision post), so i would rather take my time and miss  few fun nights rather than rush in and be at ground zero of a land mine.
So... eventually, half naked and spanked, hair brushed and dry, i got dressed and T and i drove our cars to our respective homes last night at 2 am.
Hence, being late this morning for the whole damned day.

i totally forgot the 9:30 chiropractor appt i had (which the hot tub had negated the temporary need for), and didn't even roll out until 10 am, which screwed me for getting the guinea pig food, check through the bills, look for pink notices in the mail, finish the laundry, get the front yard watered, pay the car insurance and the cell phone bills and start in on the piles of paperwork.
Instead, i barely had time for breakfast and shower, turn on the dryer, clean up the bathroom, and wake UP before i had to be at work at 11:45... running behind the whole morning.

So... i had a long interesting day of mostly nothing, and the barometer rose into muggy overcast afternoon with almost no business till the last 20 min of the evening when the place exploded .... i got out 10 min later than usual just finishing all the paperwork and closing up.
Decided to hit the munch hoping to see R. (need to talk about decorating for the ren fair (and re-working the free tea cart/awning covered advertising kiosk i scored from Smant n Final when the Fetzer wine promotion was done), their wedding, and general catching up. Also wanted to see my darling SX co-star C, who is recovering from *her* surgery last Thursday (we SXers are VERY sympathetic to each other), as well as a couple of other people that i needed to check in on-- one who's home came within 40 feet of the brush fire from the larger forest fire in the neighborhood, and the other said whipping boy to show him the videos when he wasn't flying higher than a freaking kite.

So, get there  around 8:30, things are in full gear, and get to schmooze before sitting down for (sigh) business  (once you run *anything* in kinkdom, there is a certain amount of business needed to do at every event--- only in my case, if it acts like business, i say fuck it! We are having fun, and so chatting about events is great so long as no one needs more than 5 min to make a point), and catching up on fun things...
Finally got out of there around 10:45...
Which is where our tale beings (hence, the title of this little ditty).

and it starts getting louder.
Then the car starts to kinda lose power every now and then on the freeway at 80...70......60.....50......50 .......50.....40.....
Knocking gets louder.
40....30.... oh shit, can i get this baby home before it stops responding at all to the gas pedal? Yes! We can see the exit to the house just up ahead, and once up on the main land and not down here in the 8 lane freeway area we are less than a mile from home! 35....30....
25...... up the off ramp- HOLY SHIT BATMAN WE HAVE LOST THE STEERING AND THAT KNOCKING IS GONE CAUSE THE CAR IS ON FIRE!

Yep, there i am, trying to steer the car without power steering and the engine is really getting going and i am NOT going to make it up the offramp... debating to pull left and 'high' on the right turning up ramp so i am far up out of the way of fast cars, or to the right on the wide shoulder where everyone slides into as they drive like bats out of hell to take this offramp... we go right, more room...and the damned car is now letting off so much smoke that i can't see where we are going to park (and so long as i don't go OFF the ramp and down into the empty round area that doesn't have a name but always seems to me like an excellent place to put a house and score some primo housing with TONS of yard space and great freeway access, i will be fine!)  but i get the puppy off to the side and spend NO time debating if i should grab anything else but my purse as i bail out of it and move in front and up a ways...(the oncoming drivers can see you in your own headlights, but if someone hits the car you are more of a target--- drawbacks in all directions, but in front and far up is the established PD practice in these odd moments).

Damned car is smoking a LOT MORE, and it stinks to high heaven--- possibly set the rubber hoses on fire, or got something caught in there that started it, or had an electrical failure.... not a hose blown-- but damn!
So i debate... spouse is asleep, and even if he was awake and sitting right on the phone, he is going to take at LEAST half an hour to get to me (it would be, for me, about 7 min total).... so, i went with plan B- get the authorities.
Now, the next thing is.... local or 911 out of Petaluma and transfer?
Local will be the phone tree from hell..... so i go with 911 and get an operator right away, and i get through the part where i think my car is on fire and my location, but before i get to tell her that it could be electrical and / or something went through the radiator, she HANGS UP ON ME!
Sheesh--- i do love the emergency response system in California. DISNEYLAND has a better system for helping those in need, and THEY have people that respond dressed as furry animals!
So, then i dial the house-- spouse leaves his phone indoors when he goes to bed (he sleeps in the RV.... when i tell people we are *estranged*, i MEAN it) so i called the son's phone-- i know he will hear it and answer, because the phone 'ringer' i have programmed into it is my own  voice saying "Stuart, answer the phone, it is mom, Stuart, i mean it, answer the phone, STUART PICK UP THE PHONE!" (which i love-- even when he is with his friends, he races to grab that thing--- the embarrassment factor is HUGE!)  and sure enough, he answers before it gets to the 2nd  ring (i KNOW he is up watching the cartoon channel while playing video games), and i tell him to wake up dad, the car is on fire.

Ah... i do love life.... there is nothing like 11:20 pm on a Wednesday when you hang out with shadow.... we like to keep it lively you know.
By now, i have spouse awake and tell him *exactly* where i am, and just as i hang up, i hear the lovely tone of the police HELICOPTER circling me overhead... my first thought is


WHY??? WTF DOES SAN JOSE NEED TO SEND THE DAMNED EXSPENSIVE HELICOPTER OUT TO SEE IF SHADOW IS OK?????
i KNOW i am rather special, but this is fucking nuts....
so there i stand in the pool of light, waving and chucking as the boys overhead circle.... several times.... several more times..... i am getting cold from the now gentle wind blowing down....still in the limelight as the occasional car comes by on the offramp.... still looking up every now and then ....wondering what the protocol is when the rescue team is a copter over LAND (i know that if i were in the water, they would eventually send down a rope ladder or lower a basket, but i fear that should they do that here, it would either be redundant-- after all, would then then set me down 20 feet away? Or it would be strange.... carried across the paved tundra of the interstate....)  and debating about using the light to check my make-up when lo and behold,  between me and the smoke pouring out of the hood,  i see the twinkling lights of the fully loaded full sized *fire truck* arrive on the offramp...
and the rescue darlings of our lives, the Firemen, dismount.... and wander over...(one has an AX in his hand... this is now no longer funny-- i LIKE my car!) and come up towards me (i notice they have parked quite a distance down on the offramp--- portent of things to come?).
The boys check me, then ask if the car is in park, and then head over to get the lid open--- with extinguishers standing by.
We throw the hood, and find...


nothing.

Nope-- smoke everywhere, and absolutely nothing else...
WTF?
Moving closer, i can see that the radiator has spewed everywhere... but all the hoses are fine (even i, idiot of all time, can diagnose the basics on a car after marriage to a car mechanic/nut for 27 years) and i know the gauges were all in the normal areas when this disaster started....shit.  This could be bad....
The firemen all enjoy the moment, thank the little blonde, and head on home as i apologize for pulling them out at 11 pm for a fire that wasn't , and they all laugh and say no sweat (yeah, like THEY didn't want to see the Daily Show!), and i begin to wait out spouse eventually arriving (yes, he still is not here...).
i watch the traffic (my helicopter has flown off about the time i lost the Fire Department's interest, apparently someone snagged a marlin over on Hamilton Avenue) and consider going and sitting in the car as  i am getting really cooled off, and just about the time i call the 2nd time, i see the Highway Patrol pull up behind me..

Yeah-- i am wondering why they waited until after the fire department LEFT??? If i had been on fire, wouldn't it have been a good idea to be there then?
Well, it turns out as i find out from the almost out of puberty Blonde and the 30 something Sr. Officer, that the helicopter was looking for ME because they couldn't FIND me-- the 911 dispatcher apparently gave the story to both PD and fire-- but the PD and Highway Patrol got the wrong location.
Glad to have to boys around, we debate the options of waiting for spouse or calling the tow truck... i hate the idea of the tow-- the AAA is  expired and i don't have a dime to spend on towing the Jeep home... so while i hem and haw, the Sr. Officer says ..."Or we could give ya a push up to the top and over the freeway and around the corner to the Industrial Park (which, i might add, is now within 1/3 mile of home), so i make them promise "no ramming for fun" and away we go....

No,they  did not let me ride in the Police Car (wahhhhh!) but i did enjoy the poor young kid grappling with the dead steering wheel as we moved up, up, and AWAY from the onramp and over the bridge (and through the woods to grandmother's house-- oh damn, that's a different story), and CARREENING at 40 MPH from the last hard push around that last corner... to a gentle stop under the only dead street light for miles around.
Mission accomplished!
The boys in Khaki gave me hugs (yes,  i *do* make friends easily.... smart ass!) and waved good night as i once again tried to reach the spouse (who by now could have WALKED down here!).
He is lost.
i direct him in, and he's there about 3 min later and we diagnose the issue.... he has some engine oil to check for that , and i have wet wipes to keep him clean, and we cannot find a damned thing.
The hoses are ALL fine. The engine is fine. The oil and the tranny fluid and the washer fluid are all fine (yeah, i know, the washer fluid probably was NOT the issue here, but hey, as long as we were checking levels, it seemed prudent to add that one) and there is not a damned thing hanging down.
So of course spouse is glum, pessimistic that the car will ever work again, and very unhappy. i am estatic that there is no obvious disaster down there and the radiator has no huge hole in it somewhere.
We check the ignition and the fucker turns over.
H,mmmmmmmmm......
But the car is missing (that's technical terms for one of the spark plugs not firing right, so you get an off sound rather than smooth running engine) and we have no radiator fluid...
so why not-- drive the damned thing home!

Yep- she started knocking again badly as i got her warm, and i would not have done it if we were farther, but since we assumed that the spewing of the radiator had knocked out the electrical system enough to short out the ignition (which had since had time to dry out), i got her home in one piece.

Tomorrow, i will drive the cadillac, spouse will drive  Mrs. Peel (our little red Triumph toy) and my mom-jeep will get a day off until he can get in there... odds are, the radiator SPLIT at the end - it's done it twice before....- in which case it's $200.00 give or take and a day to replace.

But i got this neat story to put on a T-shirt (in very tiny font).