A Little Scare
2007-09-20 @ 9:08 p.m.

So I waited and waited and waited, getting flashbacks of his behavior earlier in the year. Then, the phone rings. It's Christopher's partner. Fast forward thirty minutes and I'm entering the ER frantically looking for Chris and/or his partner.

Then, I hear, "Piper." Chris's partner then escorts me back to where Chris is sequestered. Jumping ahead, he was fine. Only minor damage. I do the typical 'chick' thing and start asking questions like I have the interrogation lamps on him. One question after another, rapid fire....ping...ping...ping.

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The natural counter to the 'Chick' thing is the "Guy' thing. This clash produces balance in the universe where the length of his answers are inversely proportional to the length of my questions.

His partner finally pulled me aside and told me what I assume was a truncated version of events. I do not want to go into detail, nor do I wish to exaggerate. There was no gun battle and life did not hang in the balance. Suffice it to say, Chris did put himself in a considerable amount of physical danger to aid someone. He succeeded and avoided serious injury.

This was a very surreal experience. I felt scared, awed, relieved, proud... and had a taste of what the families of these men and women live with all the time. You know the job is dangerous, but in an abstract, theoretical way. It didn't sink-in until I drove to the hospital that morning. The emotions I experienced may ultimately impact this relationship but that's for another time.

Well, I took our hero home, drew him a bath and let him relax. Then, I got him on the bed and gave him a long, slow, deep massage. The muscles in his neck and shoulders stored the evenings tension and I did my best to help him unwind. I worked his back and shoulder for a good, long time. Then the front. He received a chest rub, thigh rub, even a foot and calf massage.

I may have felt like a geisha if I had dressed for the occasion. I wore what I had thrown on before going to the hospital. Baggy sweatshirt, old, torn Levi's with my hair in a ponytail and not an ounce of makeup. Not a particularly sexy look.

The only thing I did to spice things up was grab a pair of black, silk panties. A pair Chris really likes because, and I quote, "They're shiny and smooth." I ensconced his cock in the panties and he received what he later said was a "mind-blowing hand job." After he came, I continued to lightly jerk him off until he pushed my hand away. He said, "Now I understand why you sometimes make me stop for a few seconds. It feels so intense it almost hurts." Yep!

I popped a movie into the DVD for him, made him some breakfast and an hour later he lay in the arms of Morpheus. That night was also fun. Chris's friends from work, and their wives/girlfriends, took him out and treated him like the man of the hour. It was a late night. But, he was very relaxed.

Now, a few odds and ends.

It's often been said that if women ruled every country there would be no more war. I believe there's a valid point in that saying if it's not taken literally. For the sake of argument, lets say women rule the world and there are no more wars. I think Nina proves that there would still be intense negotiations every 28.6 days. Love ya', girl.

Shasta Gibson is a good blog friend and I love Stiletto Diaries. I hope she doesn't take this the wrong way. Granted, I'm not a huge sex toy girl. I have a few basics: a dildo and a kick-ass vibrator. Neither get much attention. I do enjoy reading blogger reviews of toys. I don't think I've ever read a sex toy review that included the words, ceiling joists, stud finder, electric drill.... Damn, girl! I have trouble loading batteries properly. I'm not using anything that involves load bearing walls.

Finally, I thought this was cool and sweet and much appreciated. I've never been included in an HNT. I love that couple. And isn't she a hottie?