Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Whats & Whys

I am sure you are all wondering what the hell happened to me and why haven’t I been updating my blog. The answer is that a lot has happened that has kept me from writing. I will address the ‘what’ first, then try to fill in details to the best of my ability.

snow2I live in the Midwest, in Iowa in fact. And, as in much of the U.S. this  year, winter has not been kind to us… lots of snow and ice coupled with cold temperatures and wind. Not the most pleasant place to live this time of the year. On January 26th I became a casualty of winter. I fell on the ice in my driveway, breaking my rightbroken arm1 arm. The break required setting the arm and applying a cast. I was fortunate that it did not require surgery as I went through that ordeal years ago on a broken leg. In this fall I also badly sprained my left wrist that required wrapping it in an elastic bandage. The accident left me without the use of my arms for over 2 weeks. I am now able to use my left arm limitedly. So I have not been to type until now. Even this update is taking an extremely long time as I try to type with my left hand. Did I mention that I am severely right handed as well?

Ok, now you know what happened and my reason for not blogging. Let me try to tell the story that has taken place since the fall as I know many of you have written asking about the Super Bowl details. Here goes…

As I mentioned in an earlier blog entry, Linda started a new position at work right after the first of the year. This new position is a great promotion with lots of potential for advancement into upper management (as well as a hefty raise!!). We also knew that with the promotion came added responsibilities including frequent overnight and multiple days travel out of state. Linda has had only limited travel opportunities in the past so she was really looking forward to this part of the promotion.

Linda was leaving on a trip on that fateful morning of January 26 and wanted me to take her to the airport so she wouldn’t have to leave a car there. She was going to be gone for three days. Since I didn’t have much going on; work had slowed down for me and my housework was caught up; I had arranged to spend part of the day at my sister’s house enjoying a little sisterly ‘girl time’. Because of that, I had dressed in a pretty but simple skirt and sweater. My make-up meg-ryan-picture-005was done to perfection and a new experimental styling of my hair had turned out great with a short and sassy spring to it. Meghan has been helping me let my hair grow out longer and it had finally grown  past my ears with full bangs, kind of a Meg Ryan look if you will. Linda was really pleased with my look as we grabbed our coats and headed out to the car.

I really hadn’t talked to her much about her trip and what it entailed, so during the drive she filled me in on details of what she was going to be doing and where she was going to be staying. She was headed to Atlanta to visit with an important company client that she would be responsible for. It was then that I learned that she was not traveling alone. A co-worker, Mike, would be showing her the ropes as he turned this client over to her. I didn’t know Mike so I asked Linda about him.

“Mike is 5 years older than me and has been with the company four years longer. He is very well thought of because he has been successful, is aggressive, confident, and very well respected by upper management. I am willing to bet that he will be the next VP and probably before the year is out,” she explained. I noticed that she was leaving out any physical details, but I didn’t want to pry so I remained quiet as she continued.

“Mike and I have had some friendly rivalries over a couple of clients last year. And he has won out each time. That is why our boss is send me out with him, so I can learn to be more like Mike, more aggressive I guess,” she said. “Maybe you will meet him someday. I think you would like him. Everyone does.”

Changing the subject, she turned to me as I drove and asked, “so what are your plans for these three days while I’m gone. Is Pam the only person you will be spending time with, or do you have a date planned?”

I knew (or hoped) she was teasing as I hadn’t even talked to any ‘guys’ lately, so of course I had no date plans. I began to wonder if she had planted any seeds that I wasn’t aware of .

“My only plans are to spend a few hours with Pam today and then just stay home. The weather report isn’t all that good over the next day or two so I don’t plan to venture out. Pam and I don’t really have anything planned for today either. She just asked me to come over for coffee and to chat as we haven’t hardly seen each other since Christmas,” I replied.

Upon arriving at the airport Linda told me what airline to drive to and that I didn’t need to get out of the car since she could handle her bag just fine. I was glad to hear that as I had not planned on getting out of the car at the airport at eight o’clock in the morning with hundreds of people walking by, not while I was dressed as Beverly. We talked about when she would be returning and me meeting her at the curb by baggage return. Just as she was about to lift her luggage out of the trunk I heard someone call out her name.

“Hey, Linda! Hi. Let me help you lift that out. Wow, did you pack for a month?”

A good looking guy in a grey turtleneck and black slacks was helping her with her bag. I guessed that it must be Mike. I remembered that Linda had avoided mentioning anything about his Matthew-McConaughey_007looks or physical details. And now I knew why. Can you picture  Matthew McConaughey in about 10 years? Can you say HUNK?? I was glad that I was behind the wheel so I didn’t have to face him. But just then Linda walked back up to the passenger’s side door and opened it.

“Beverly, say hi to my friend and co-worker, Mike,” she grinned. Oh, she can’t be doing this to me. But she was.

“Mike, this is Beverly,” she innocently introduced us. I suddenly realized that she hadn’t said ‘who’ I was, not husband or partner, just my name.

Mike leaned into the open door and reached his arm out to shake hands with me. I softly shook his hand as I noticed the powerful grip he had. He didn’t squeeze my hand so much as that I could just tell that there was a lot of strength there. He smiled warmly at me, then legs1 glanced at my legs as my skirt had ridden up quite high on my thigh as I leaned across the car. Then his eyes left my legs and returned to meet my eyes. I felt an uncontrolled shiver rush through me as he again smiled before releasing my hand and stepping back.

“I’ll see you Friday,” Linda said as she tried to act innocent about this impromptu meeting between her sissified husband and hunky co-worker.

“Linda, why don’t I just give you a ride home when we get back,” Mike offered. “That way Beverly doesn’t have to drive all the way out here and sit around waiting for you.”

Linda quickly agreed, leaned down to say goodbye to me as she blew me a kiss, then closed the door without giving me a chance to respond to all that had just taken place.

And with that, I was left alone with my thoughts. I wondered why Linda hadn’t told me about her co-worker being so good looking. I didn’t know if he was married (or even if that mattered to him). I hoped that their travels together would be few, maybe even just this once. I also remembered that Linda and I hadn’t been intimate for the past few weeks and she hadn’t been with Darryl or any man in a long time. I hoped she wasn’t feeling horny while heading off to another city hundreds of miles from me. A lot was going through my mind as I drove to my sister’s house.

Pam could tell something was bothering me as she opened her door to let me in. We spent the next hour with me telling her about meeting Mike as well as my thoughts and fears. She tried to assure me that I had nothing to worry about, but I could tell that there was uncertainty in her voice.

I spent three hours with Pam, just two sisters chatting away. It was really great and I appreciated a closeness with her now that I never had growing up as her brother. We could talk about so many things so easily, and nothing was off limits with us. We talked about clothes, movies, sex, guys, sex… well, you get the idea. I never thought I would share intimate details with my sister. But, after all, she had seen my wife naked in front of another man while I was serving them. And she had assisted in spanking me that day. It doesn’t get more intimate then that.

As she got up to check on something she was fixing for dinner, I looked out the window and realized that it was snowing pretty heavily.

“I think maybe I should be going as it is really coming down out there,” I explained. We hugged each other in a very warm embrace, exchanged our ‘I love you’, and I headed home, having no idea of what awaited me and the changes that were about to be thrust upon me.

This is a good place to stop for now as this has taken me several hours to type. A lot more to come. I hope you will stop back.

8 comments:

alan said...

I'd wondered and worried but never dreamt...

Hope you mend rapidly!

alan

Karen Harris said...

Hi Bev

Sorry to here about your arm, the mid west. Oh well. BE CAREFUL OUT
THERE, LADY!!!! It gets cold and
SLIPPERY.
I need to go on and ask HOW WAS YOUR SUPER BOWL SUNDAY????? I think everyone has been praying for you and waiting for your comments on how you made out with the family. There's alot of us out
in computer land that has had our "money" on you doing real good, SOOOOOOOO?????

Karen

Liz Romney said...

Oh Beverly, you little devil. Always leaving us in suspense.

I'm sorry to hear about your boo-boo, but happy to hear that you're on the mend!

XO
Liz

Susan's Pet said...

Hi Bev,

I hope your arm and wrist get well soon. I am also right handed, but I learned to write and do much everything with my left as a teen when I had an injury to my right. Now I can handle it.

As for the cold spell, well, as the religious of the man-made global warming alarmists say, "If it's to warm, it's global warming, if it's too cold, it's global warming." There is just no way out of it. Maybe it's just where you live.

Sissy Shannon said...

Hi Bev,
Thanks for the posting. Can't wait to hear the details!

appy said...

Thank you for posting i spite of your hurting arms.
I enjoy your blog so much.
Hug,

appy

Anonymous said...

Hey.

A bit random but I just wanted to say thanks for your blog. I've been reading it for half a year now and it would be rude of me not to say a quick thank you for such an amazing informative blog. I am so happpy for you bev. I can only dream of having a life like yours.
Just so you know there are probably hundreds if not thousands of people like me who are glued to reading every post of yours. On behalf of them all, thank you!

God bless the internet!

James

aynalia said...

I'm sorry to hear about your arm. Long time reader, I don't think I've replied before though.

I can type quite well, so I'd be happy to take dictation for you. If you wanted to record something and send me the audio file or something, I can type it up and send it back to you. Then you could take it from there and make the final review to post.