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"Hi Darling. You look as tired as I feel. Ready for bed?"

She leaned up in to his kiss before she started to get out of her chair.
 
"I am." He yawned and smiled at her as their kiss broke and both of them headed towards the bedroom. It had been good day. It was going to be a better night. And a great weekend.
 
In the RW, things were back to the status quo. There were a couple of things on her list for tomorrow to get done. Fortunately for her, they didn't require her to get up early. There were a few things to look forward to as well. Writing. Creating. It was a joy.

For now? It was lights out and bed.
 
Pool side. Tucked under an open umbrella, a tall glass of lemonade on one table, her laptop on the other. Just in case inspiration struck. A good book lying open on her lap as she closed her eyes behind her sunglasses.

Interesting how the smallest of things given, made her smile. Sharing a moment in time. A thought. A kiss. Just knowing you were on the mind of another was awe inspiring. The knowledge that one human being mattered so much. It was hard to understand. But she was learning.
 
Morning. She stepped outside, lifting her face to gentle breeze that blew and the defused sunlight. The sun hadn't made it around to this side of the house yet. A new day. A new week. Unseen possibilities. Unknown opportunities.

Carpe Diem!
 
She walked her rose garden before turning in. The full moon's light was all she required. Now and then she paused to smell a rose. A slight, amused grin crossed her lips as a thought occurred to her. The roses LI left her? Did he have a sense of humor, enough so, to pick her own roses for her? Or did he simply bring his own? Part of her thought that he would know she'd find it amusing if he picked her roses and left them. Then again, she was sure he brought one back from wherever it is he went and left it for her when he came to visit. In any case, roses, reminded her of him.

Her walk through the rose garden cleared her mind and got her ready for sleep. It was the next best thing to walking the shore. Something, she needed to do again soon. Many things floated through her mind as she walked in the moonlight and shadows.

For now, as peace settled in her, the warmth of her lover's body called to her. It was a call she answered. Soft footsteps imprinted themselves in the damp grass, making their way to the sliding door that led directly to their bedroom. Quietly she let herself in, undressed and slipped into bed beside him.
 
Leaning back in her leather chair, she released her mind from her firm grip on her tasks at hand. So far, it had been one hell of a week. The RW had been far more demanding than normal. She knew this would not always be the case. For now, she just needed to ride it out until things resettled and they would.

She hadn't forgotten posts owed and would be getting to them shortly. She needed to let each persona come to the surface and none were willing to yet. They would, even if she had to get out the riding crop. Of course, it didn't help when M kept side tracking her. Not that she was complaining at all.

So many things she wanted to get to. Add to her story, Jungle Heat. Journal entries. The Egyptian thread she wanted to do with M and of course, her threads. There were other stories she wanted to write too, but she just needed the right prompt to make her fingers itch to write. Maybe she needed to trip through Veroe's thread and see if anything tripped her triggers.
 
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She stood in the kitchen, cup of coffee in hand, sipping from it, leaning against the counter as she let her mind wander.

It was Thursday already. Where had the week gone? She was hoping for a leisurely weekend with no demands, but that may be tempting the Universe to be fickle.

There was a lot on her mind today. It made concentrating hard. Next week were two family birthdays and the woman she called sister, someone she had had the honor of meeting on the internet and one of the few she had actually met, her co-author of their book, had passed away three years ago. Cancer is a bitch.
 
Random Silliness (taken from the internet)

Truths for Mature Humans

  • I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
  • Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
  • I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
  • There is great need for a sarcasm font.
  • How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
  • Was learning cursive really necessary?
  • Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
  • Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
  • I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
  • Bad decisions make good stories.
  • You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
  • Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.
  • I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.
  • I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
  • I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
  • I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.
  • I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.
  • I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
  • How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?
  • I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!
  • Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
  • Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
  • Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!
  • The first testicular guard, the "Cup," was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974. That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brain is also important
 
More Snickers:

Facts of Life
  • Nobody will ever win the battle of the sexes. There's too much fraternizing with the enemy.
  • There's a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore like an idiot.
  • Did you ever walk into a room and forget why you walked in? I think that's how dogs spend their lives.
  • Don't worry about the world ending today... It's already tomorrow in Australia. (unless you're in Australia -- then start worrying)
  • Character is what you are. Reputation is what people think you are.
  • Drive carefully It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker.
  • A loser is a window washer on the 44th floor who steps back to admire his work..
  • A man usually feels better after a few winks, especially if she winks back.
  • Friends may come and go, but enemies accumulate.
  • The facts, although interesting, are irrelevant.
  • There is always one more imbecile than you counted on.
  • If at first you don't succeed ... well, so much for sky diving.
  • A man who says marriage is a 50-50 proposition doesn't understand two things: 1 -- Women, 2 -- Fractions
 
Silly, romantic nonsense forming

The picnic basket sat open on the kitchen counter. The radio piped in music from the recessed speakers. Pony tail swinging gently as she danced around the kitchen, putting stuff she had prepared earlier into the basket . Dressed in a red ribbed tank top tucked into a pair of tan shorts, with her feet encased in sandals.

Did she remember everything?

A quick glance into the basket. Hm. Another glance into the refrigerator. A few more things snagged up and settled into the interior of the wicker basket. Her fingers idly toyed with the delicate gold collar around her neck as she thought. Another sip of coffee.

Spur of the moment. Spontaneous.

She got like that from time to time. Feminine fingers slammed down the lid on the basket. She finished her coffee, setting the mug in the sink before she hefted the basket and went in search of M, who should be in the Study. Then again, he might have gone down to the Entertainment Room. She'd check the study first.
 
It was Friday already. The days just seemed to fly by. He sat at the desk staring at his monitor, yawning, leaning back in the comfortable chair from time to time. He thought of leaving the study a couple of times and going in search of Cait, but decided to wait until he had finished all the work he was supposed to before noon. She was a wonderful distraction and even though he had complete trust in her, he did not trust himself. It was supposed to be a gorgeous day outside. What the heck was he doing here sitting in front of a computer! Shaking his head, fingers returning to the keyboard, he started typing once again.

Glancing up at the wall clock from time to time, hand reaching up to rub the sore neck, and upper back and shoulder muscles. He needed to get some fresh air. And a few quiet, relaxing moments. Mabye just him and her. Without any disturbances. Finally after a few more minutes he suddenly rose from the desk, locked his desktop and decided to head towards the entertainment room. Maybe there was something good on TV, although that was so not what he wanted to do right now. He wasn't able to decide. Nothing good was coming to mind. Where was she when he needed her!
 
She trod into the study with the basket in tow, stopping in front of his desk, holding out her free hand to him.

"M? Let's go." She was smiling as she glanced at his computer.

"Can your work wait? I want us to get away from here for awhile. Can I tempt you with some chicken, cheese, crackers and some wine, to name a few and maybe..."

She leaned close to him, her lips feathering over his, teasingly. Her collar lightly swaying away from her neck as she leaned over and also affording him a view of her breasts.

"If the food can't tempt you, can I?"
 
Just as he was getting up from his chair, she strode into the study with a basket and held out her hand for him. Thank god! There was an instant smile and a sigh of relief on his face.

"Work, darling, can go jump into a lake. I was waiting to get out of here."

Her warm mouth against his ear made him squirm slightly as she leaned closer in that ribbed red tank top, her words making him grin. His eyes lowered to admire the lovely view of her breasts before they met her eyes as he leaned back a bit, one hand sliding around her waist momentarily.

"Your presence alone is tempting enough. No need for all that...stuff. Where are we going?"

His other other hand reached up to idly caress and play with the beautiful collar that adorned her neck.
 
Her eyes held a mischievous light. She squeezed his hand in reassurance as she came upright and held the basket out for him to take.

"Here, you take this. Give me your free hand and we'll be on our way. No, don't ask again. I'm not telling. I want to surprise you."

She transferred the basket to his hand, wrapped her fingers around his free one and gently tugged him toward the secret panel. Pressing on it, it popped open. She looked over her shoulder at him a moment, then stepped into the Room of Mirrors.
 
He raised an eyebrow, watching the hint of naughtiness in her eyes, but smiled as she held his hand and squeezed it gently, before handing him the basket and letting him know that it was a surprise. He loved surprises. Especially the ones she cooked up.

"Ok, Baby. I won't ask."

Grabbing the basket from her hand, he offered his free one to her readily and stepped towards the secret panel as she tugged. Lips pursed, he just gave her a smile, almost tongue in cheek as she looked back at him over her shoulder. He remembered the last time that had happened and it made him shiver in delight. He had a feeling it was going to be different this time. The next thing he knew, they were both in the Room of Mirrors.
 
She knew damn well how that look over her shoulder affected him. She couldn't help but grin as she strode straight for that mirror in the corner, the antique one that stood alone. She remembered that day too. Not this time. This time it was simply Cait and M, not Mistress and Pet, not Master and kitten.... just Cait. Just M. Without hesitation, she stepped into it, disappearing slowly from his view as she went to the other side.

Wherever the other side was.
 
The room brought back memories. Recent memories. But they were not in the same place at the moment. They were together as M and Cait. Just the two of them. Away from all the distractions life had to offer. He watched her step through the stand alone mirror in the room and disappear onto the other side, which was still a mystery to him. He just followed her, passing through the glass for the first time
 
Another week has started. The weather was getting a little cooler. August was almost done. For some odd reason, she was looking forward to Fall with anticipation. Crisp air that makes her lungs sting when she inhales, changing colors of the leaves on her oak trees and f'ing acorns all over the ground that make her twist her ankle, if she isn't careful.

She could remember as a child, gathering up coffee cans full of acorns, smashing them then grinding them up until she could mix them with soil and water, making acorn mud pies. She'd offer them to pigs and be thoroughly disappointed when the smelly beasts wouldn't eat them. She had always thought of herself as a good cook, even as a child.

Leaves she would rake into huge piles and throw herself in, rolling around in them. Still did, when she didn't feel like working at yard work. There was also burning those piles of leaves and watching the smoke curl up to the sky on cold mornings. It just always spelled Fall to her.

Stews, chilies, cornbread or buttermilk biscuits found their way to the kitchen table starting in the Fall and she constantly experimented with recipes. Wood got shuffled around for easy access to the fireplace as the weather grows colder. The gutters got cleaned as did the chimney.

It was a busy time and she could hardly wait for it to start.
 
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