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I'm Paranoid...You're Paranoid...Let's Just Call the Whole Thing Off Well, life is continuing to be interesting with the best friend's girlfriend playing with my pussy, the black neighbor of mine offering to find me some chicks to lick, and, of course, the slow but steady business. Actually, business has sucked this week. Met a few nice new people, one of which I proved my oral with, but lost someone else due to extra paranoia. Well, maybe not entirely that. He smelled my usual house smell (outta incense dammit) and wanted a taste, but I'm completely out. Even if I wasn't, I wouldn't share. I don't do that sort of thing with clients AT ALL. Anyway, long story short, he wasn't being very active during our warmup talk and that made me extra nervous. So, when he came back from the john, I decided to be a little more aggressive and let him undress me. He wasn't taking anything off though and that bothered me. Then, suddenly, he stopped looking at me and told me it was over. I asked him why. Was it my hairy (for me) pussy? Was it because I was a ditz? Did I not seem accomodating? No, it was because I was so nervous that it made him suspect me. He was SUPER nice about it though and, as a great gentleman, even paid me half for showing up, despite being late due to getting lost. I thanked him for that, didn't expect it so appreciated it, and he took off pretty quickly. I don't blame him though. I'd rather be safe than sorry too. I just assumed we'd warm up sooner or later. But, like I discussed before, he might have just been mad because he thought I had something I didn't have. In my defense for causing his paranoia though, he was being so vague about "how do we play?" and "where should we go from here?" that I presumed he must be wearing a wire. Not disrobing only proved my point, thus heightening my anxiety. So, I'd respond very erotically, but vaguely so I could argue it later, if needed. Thus, we both cautiously scared the other out of a fun time. So it goes. Speaking of not so fun times, Dan's trailor is enjoying a nice spell of frozen pipes. There's no water and, though that's not the worst thing, it's not the most enjoyable thing either, especially in the morning. When I first woke up I debated how many steps away we were from having an outhouse, then I learned the answer about ten minutes later. I went to do my morning business like any human and we had next to no water left to rinse the bowl. This wouldn't be a problem if the back bowl could even handle my morning process normally. Without water, it was ten times worse. I left it closeted behind the wood grain door, under the lid, and it still managed to make itself known in the bedroom. So, Dan being the daring man that he is, ran in there with the remaining bits of water and managed to clear some of it out. Currently, I don't know the state of the plumbing, but we'll see if he heads over to my place for food and a pot to piss in that flushes! Seriously, indoor plumbing inventors are the unsung heros. And about the skating...that worked out really well. Turned out to be a group of eight senior citizens with a possibly lesbian hostess woman. I can't skate anywhere near how they can, but it doesn't matter. They're very approachable and non-aggressive on the floor, and that's what I need to start learning again. So, I'll be doing it every week it seems. Yay!! Fun indoor exercise activity! Daphne |