As I drove to the airport today in the pouring rain, asking myself what the hell was I doing , was this job worth driving in this shit,  one thought stuck in my mind...after that damn meeting I was going to chain the fisherman to the bed, blindfold him and use my riding crop the way I wanted to, maybe even some candle wax in some special places.... And after that I would use that cock to please me...and him too of course

But this never happened today. The damn rain fell and fell. My 8:50 am flight was now scheduled for 11:30 and the skies were still grey with rain clouds. My work phone kept ringing and my mood was heading south very fast. I had made a secret deal with myself that if my butt was not on a plane by 11:15am, I was heading home.

At 11:00, no plane at gate, still over ½ hr away,  I packed up my stuff and walked out of the airport. I had asked the fisherman to call me this morning and he did, it made me smile. I hated to tell him that I had to cancel today as I was really looking forwarding to some fun...he was so understanding. 

As I headed home, I saw the damage that the rain did, I was a lucky  person to have made it to the airport safe.  The work phone began to ring...I actually told someone that I was driving and the weather was bad and that I would call them back when I was not in a moving car. That made me feel good. Now I just have to figure out what to do with the unused tickets...the thing about work, it will be there next week... hopefully next week I will get back to Tulsa, see you soon sexy