Monthly Archives: July 2015
Meet #23 Part 1 Reality
- No one to cut his hair. He hasn’t been to a barber for 35 years.
- No one to pick him up when he drops off his motorcycle to be serviced, or take him back to pick it up when it’s done.
- Worrying about his wife “breaking into their house and taking things.”
- Being placed in an adversarial position over money.
- Finding a realtor to advise him on selling the house, what to fix or not worry about.
- His son suing him to get back trust money he thinks was mismanaged.
- Where will he live when the house sells?
Ugh. I stroked his hair and listened and offered suggestions. He dozed on and off. He grabbed swiss cheese and crackers to munch on.
Meet #22 Vacation Part 4 Going home
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
[If you missed the earlier parts of my vacation with Kris, check out Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3]
I woke up at 7:20 am and turned off the alarm. I did my ablutions, dressed and finished packing.
Kris got a text from his wife telling him she is filing for a no-contest divorce. Ugh. This is 2 weeks since he got caught… without her ever seeing or speaking with him. And before the meeting with the minister! Wow.
He handed me his phone to read his text history and went off to the parking lot to reconnect the boat to the truck. I ate a cereal bar and marveled at her endless nasty rants. Kris returned to wash his hands and we took off at 9:15 am.
He was distracted and unhappy. I patted on his knee and tried not to talk too much. It was tough to be with him but I was glad he was not alone on this fateful day. We stopped in Walpole to get gas and him a coffee.
The traffic was TERRIBLE! It took over 2 hours to do the 1 hour drive, including being stuck for 40 minutes less than a mile from home! Argh! It did give us time to talk about how special this weekend was for each of us. He got to escape the drama of his life for three nights and two blissful days, show me two of his favorite place, and have someone to listen and hold his hand when the bad news came. I got to see spectacular places I would never have gotten to see, have a vacation I haven’t had in years, and be with a nice man who knows what to do with vibrator!
He dropped me off at 11:30 am. I sat at my desk and totaled up the costs for the trip. I wanted to see how they split between us.
Cost
Saturday
$40 Dinner at Olive Garden
$100 Hotel
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$140
Sunday
$94 Lunch at Wequassett $94
$25 Dinner at Double Dragon
$114 Gas
$100 Hotel
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$333
Monday
$8 Breakfast
$137 Ferry to MV for the truck plus passenger
$25 Second Breakfast
$34 Stop & Shop fruit, cheese, snacks $34
$16 Ferry to Chappy
$35 Dinner at the Net Result $35
$72 Gas on MV
$100 Hotel
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$427
$600 Total he spent
$300 I spent on the hotel
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$900 Total for 3 nights
Yikes! That total is nuts! And the day on the Vineyard was crazy expensive! He spent twice as much as I did. Neither of us has that money to spend. He promised to pay me back for the hotel but I’m not going to let him. I’ll scrimp on other things this month. It was so worth it to me to get away with him! It felt like a once-in-a-lifetime treat!
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Kris was not in touch for the rest of the day. That is unusual. He usually calls or texts or emails when he gets home to let me know he made it, or tell me another story about something that happened along the way or something bothering him or some new development but… nothing.
I finally caved and sent him a quick email. His glasses are a wreck and he doesn’t have the money for a fancy new pair. A friend told me about getting her glasses online for free! I thought it was worth mentioning…
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but it didn’t elicit a response. *sigh
I spent the evening smiling at the photos I took of our trip and putting them online on Google + where he could see them.
Meet #22 Vacation Part 3 A Martha’s Vineyard Day
Monday, July 7, 2014
[If you missed the earlier parts of my vacation with Kris, check out Part 1 and Part 2]
I had to set the alarm for 6 am so we’d be sure to make the ferry. We dressed, packed, ate a quick breakfast then went to the parking lot to unhook the boat. We headed out about 7:20 am. The drive is supposed to take just over an hour, and we’re supposed to be in line by 9 am in Woods Hole. We rolled along to Falmouth, and pulled into the Steamship Authority parking lot at 8:40 am. He sent me into the terminal to get a cup of coffee and something for myself. I picked bottle of water and a blueberry muffin and shared it with him. The prices were reasonable! Only $2.15 for a large coffee.
We helped train a bomb-sniffing dog! While I was in the terminal, a steamship authority guy asked Kris if he’d let him put a “can of scent” under his truck as part of training a new dog. Just as I returned, he was walking the dog up and down the rows of cars. The dog stopped at the truck, and sat down right next to where the canister was hidden! Kris chatted him up, found out how training works – basic food rewards for increasing distance and shorter time finds. The dog is a 2 year old yellow lab named Riley. It helped pass the time!
The ferry rolled up about 9 am with an ambulance the first to roll off. That was a sobering sight. Imagine needing a 45-minute ferry ride to get you to the hospital. Eek.
He drove the truck on and we took the stairs up to the top desk. We sat outside in the front. It was a windy, gray morning. I was sleepy so I mostly leaned on Kris and got up to take a photo now and then. We rolled off onto the streets of Oak Bluffs at 10:15 am just as the sun came out! We stopped along Lake Street to look at the map and make a plan.
I took photos of the big old Victorian homes along the harbor.
We decided to walk around a bit, eat breakfast, then take off driving around the island. We parked on Circuit Ave. and strolled up looking at the shops. He asked the ladies at the Black Dog boutique where “a local carpenter would eat breakfast.” They sent us to Linda Jean’s. There was a “20 minute wait” that turned into 45. I was miserable waiting in the heat, so I strolled out to the gazebo in the park by the water where there was more of a breeze, checked out a bakery “the home of back door donuts” and bought a fridge magnet in the store across the street.
We finally got a nice wooden booth at the back in air-conditioned splendor. I had the “double play” – 3 eggs over easy, 2 slices of french toast, 2 strips of bacon and 2 sausages with fresh-squeezed OJ. Yum. He had the strawberry banana french toast.
I gave him one of my eggs. We got out of there about 12:30 pm. We’d forgotten about the 1-hour parking limit, so there was a $20 ticket! Ah well, not bad to pay for parking. We headed down Beach Road. Everything is so close together! In no time we were at the Stop & Shop in Edgartown, stocking up on fruit and snacks. I found the bathroom in the stockroom.
He decided he wanted to see Chappaquiddick, so we took the 3-car ferry for $16 across the 100 yards of water from Edgartown. It was nice to learn more about the island.
It’s a very quiet place – no commercial businesses! Most of the roads are dirt.
We drove down to Wasque Reserve, then back to Dike Road to “the bridge” and the Cape Poge Wildlife Reserve. He talked to a local about the “Ted Kennedy incident.”
We took the ferry back then headed south down Katama Road to South Beach. It was a beautiful place, but the wind was fierce and the waves huge!
He had talked about setting up a tent and hanging out there but the weather made it impossible and we were running out of time. I used the porta-potties. No toilet paper – argh.
We drove across the center of the island through West Tisbury and Chilmark to Aquinnah on the western tip. I am surprised how undeveloped it is! He went to the bathroom and I strolled through the Wampanoag shops. There were some very pretty items there. We meandered up the Clay Cliffs at Gay Head. WOW! Such stupendous scenery! I can’t believe I’ve lived in Massachusetts all this time and never made it out here! I took the “money shot” of the cliffs and the lighthouse in the late afternoon sun. I think it is the best photo I’ve taken all year.
There were about a dozen people up there enjoying the view. He broke one of the main rules of cheating and asked a woman to take a photo of the two of us with my phone camera. He put his arm around me and beamed! It was a fantastic photo of the two of us with the cliffs and lighthouse in the background with the sun shining… so for one sterling moment on that cliff… there was an “us” for everyone to see. It reminded me a bit of “American Gothic” with the broad-faced woman and the skinny balding man. That made me giggle!
We left there about 6 pm and went north to Vineyard Haven on the north-center tip. I was surprised how rural it is! I had no phone signal for a long time but was finally able to yelp to find somewhere for dinner. We found the Net Result, a seafood shack along the harbor where you order inside at a deli counter, then pick up at outside window and sit at picnic tables with other diners.
I got a stuffed clam, lobster bisque and a hot buttered lobster roll! He got a grilled swordfish sandwich.
We ate al fresco, looking at the huge boats and yachts across the street, and watching a local couple share a 6-pound lobster next to us! Kris chatted them up about what life was like in the winter, how the schools are set up (5 elementary schools, one high school). We strolled along the waterfront ogling the yachts, then got gas ($4.69 a gallon!) and drove over to the steamship authority. We put the truck in the line for the ferry, then got out and sat on the harbor front.
If you’d like to see the 54 photos I took today, pop over to Google + to look at that album:
https://plus.google.com/photos/101174762249697322833/albums/6033651197604315073
They loaded us onto the ferry about 9:15 pm. We took the elevator up to the enclosed middle deck. Kris got a coffee and we snacked on the grapes, crackers and cheese and rasinettes. The trip went very fast – we docked in 30 minutes! We dashed to the truck and rolled out into the Falmouth night at 10:15 pm. There was no traffic this time, thank goodness. We were back at the Red Roof Inn in Mansfield at 11:15 pm. We had planned to drive back to my place but changed our minds as we drove to hotel. They were glad to have us stay another night. I was not ready to end our idyll!
Kris fell asleep in his clothes! I undressed him and tucked him in. He woke and we had a long, silly discussion about whether to have sex. He took matters into his own hands, literally, making me cum with his talented fingers on my clit, then going to his favorite position, going inside me under me. He fell back to sleep. I got up to set the alarm for 8 am and get organized so I don’t have to do much in the morning. I fell asleep about 12:30 am with a big smile on my face.
Meet #22 Vacation Part 2 Boating on the Cape
Sunday, July 6, 2014
[if you missed Part 1 – click back to it here.]
The alarm sounded at 7 am. Ugh. Then I realized I was not at home – I was in a hotel bed in Mansfield with a nice man lying next to me!
Kris rolled over and started playing with my clit. He made me cum with his finger. Yum. I did something new and exciting – I gave him a hand job and watched him cum! I’d never seen a man cum (it’s always inside me somewhere!) It was so great to hear him moan and squirm, then see spurt after spurt gushing out onto his stomach!
We ate breakfast in the room. He fed me a banana and I added a cereal bar and some water. I put on my summer pants and the blue t-shirt with red/white and blue decorations on the upper chest, donned my hat and off we went down to Cape Cod, over the Bourne Bridge and down Rte 6 to Hyannis.
We stopped at an ancient Benny’s Department store – he wanted to get pool shoes. I went to the employees bathroom.
We motored on to Harwich to the Wequassett Resort. It is spectacular! It felt like a glimpse into how “the 1%” vacations! We got a waterfront table at the Outer Bar and Grille looking over Pleasant Bay.
He treated me to a “clam bake” lunch at $36 – cup of clam chowder, corn on the cob, fingerling potatoes and LOBSTER!
He had the chowder and a caesar salad. We shared the guava-filled cheesecake with fresh raspberries.
This lunch was very special – beautiful view, delicious food and a nice man who paid! The bill was almost $100. Whee! I rarely feel like any meal can be worth that but this may have been it!
We strolled around the resort, checked out the fancy restaurant up the hill and canceled our dinner reservations, then took off to Orleans. He knew a public launch at the end of a quiet road. He rigged up the boat and we got into the water a little after 4 pm.
It was wicked windy – not long before I came in from the bow to the seat beside him that is protected by the windshield. He motored out to the Chatham Light to the sand bar. We saw seals! That was so fun!
He pulled the boat up on the sand bar… he wanted me to get out but I declined. He walked to the other side to see the ocean.
We motored back to the Fish Pier in Chatham and got out to use their facilities.
It was nifty to see the working boats and the Coast Guard zodiacs.
Soon after we left there, the boat’s motor acted up. It worked fine in low gear, but was messed up when he tried to go faster! So he puttered along and I crossed my fingers that we’d make it back before dark. He had me make note of each buoy number that we passed, so he could tell a passing boat what to radio the Coast Guard if we ended up stranded. It was a bit nerve-wracking, but we made it with 10 minutes to spare. Phew.
I sat on a rock and uploaded photos on someone’s nearby wifi. Heh. As darkness fell, I helped him batten down the boat. I yelped to find a place for dinner.
He wanted Chinese, so we went to the Double Dragon in Orleans. It was a great combo of close to where we were, cheap, fast and good. We shared the Peking ravioli, hot & sour soup, and house special lo mein with shrimp, pork and beef. It was your typical pagoda-adorned, old red leatherette booths place that hasn’t been updated since the 70’s.
If you’d like to see my 39 photos for the day, pop over to Google + for the album.
https://plus.google.com/photos/101174762249697322833/albums/6033108842055957153
We got gas and snacks, the drove back to Mansfield. The traffic was AWFUL! It was backed up more than 6 miles getting to the bridges off the Cape. This is after 10 pm at night! He was falling asleep. It took us forever to get back. We finally rolled into the Red Roof Inn after 1 am.
I went to the bathroom and when I returned he was asleep. I patted on him to be sure he didn’t want to cuddle, but he was completely zonked. I got to sleep about 1:30 am.
I made a mental note never to go to the Cape in the summer again! The traffic is too much!