I pulled into the office complex parking lot a few minutes before I needed to be in a meeting. Prior to grabbing my gear and starting my day, I fired a quick text to Sandi:
“Morning, Sweetie. Tonight’s the big night.”
“Hey! You in?”
“Good. 9:54 till we start our date night.”
“Looking forward to it. One hint: BDSM.”
Sandi didn’t reply immediately. I waited a minute. Two minutes. Five minutes. Couldn’t wait any more. Time to hit the ground running.
I was in my second meeting of the day when Sandi finally worked up the nerve to respond back to me:
“BDSM? As in that Fifty Shades of Gray shit? I’m not feeling it.”
“:o) Lighten up. BDSM is a whole gamut of things from light to dark.”
“What have you got in mind stud?”
“No chips, dips, chains and whips. Promise. But I think you’ll enjoy if you just loosen up.”
“Thought we weren’t supposed to tell?”
“Yeah, well, I thought if I hog tied you as soon as we got in bed I’d have a hellcat on my hands.”
I smiled and re-engaged in the meeting. What a woman.
Time flew past and my Friday workday finally came to a close. Fridays are what I live for this time of year, not only because date night comes on Fridays but because half-day Fridays are how I burn my vacation. There’s no way in hell I could take even a three- or four-day weekend at this point in our company’s growth–things were simply happening too fast and frantic. If I had to walk in on a Monday or Tuesday morning to a thousand emails, I might as well close up my backpack and head south forever. So, I schedule half days on Fridays from May through November. It works for the company. It works for me. I burn up my three weeks of vacation without losing a handle on what’s happening at work and truth be told, as soon as I hit the house, the computer is plugged back into the network just in case.
Settling into the truck, I started a text salvo with Sandi once more.
“Headed south. Will be home soon.”
“Good. Be safe, love.”
“Looking forward to tonight.”
“Do your homework?”
“It doesn’t involve hog tying–FYI that goes on the list of things you do NOT say to your wife mister–so I’m not telling. It’s a surprise.”
“Whoa. OK. I repent.”
“Forgiven. See you 5ish.”
I scooted through light traffic and made it home by 1:30. Plenty of time to prepare and get ready for tonight. I secured a package out of the truck that I had delivered to the office rather than home, unpacked it, and read the directions. Pretty straightforward stuff. I prepped velcro straps around the top portion and bottom portion of the bed and fastened the four cuffs that came with the set. No heavy-duty handcuffs or anything like that–just substantial velcro binders with faux leather on the outside. I had found the gear on a BDSM for beginners site online. Less than $75. We would find out tonight if it was a good investment…
Join Sandi and Robert as they embark on the next phase of life: Life in the empty nest–a time of discovery, of self-revelation and fresh starts.