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To: Tae Spam Kim who wrote (131)	3/8/1999 9:34:00 PM
From: Edwarda	Respond to of 160

Gee, Tae, didn't anybody tell you about the SI orgy over at.... Oops, guess not! <VBG> All right, Tae, since you ask so nicely. This is someone I introduced earlier. To refresh your memory, Message 7038329 The Getaway For weeks we had hoped to slip off to his house on the Cape for a few days, but something always seemed to occur to push it back. Finally, we were able to fix a date, planning to leave on a Wednesday and return on Saturday--unless one of his kids' team won an athletic event on Tuesday night that would take them to a runoff on Thursday. Never did I hope more for a team to blow it! Wednesday morning I packed some clothing and...other things. I waited to hear, not wanting to drag everything to work with me. And I waited. And I waited.... By the time he called, I was half berserk and had already missed a meeting at the office--nothing important, merely a meeting with the Vice Chairman. He had been driving in, since we were going to leave right after work, and had been caught in traffic. The cell phone never occurred to him. Anyway, the kid's team lost and we're off! Whoopee! We arranged that he would pick me up near my office at a corner that is easily accessible at 6 p.m. Once again, he was late, stuck behind an accident, while I stood on a street corner that was so cold and windy that when he finally showed up more than an hour later, I hobbled over because my feet had shrunk in my shoes and it had been 25 minutes since I had last been able to feel my toes. It was not the best start, but, hey, we're off! Whoopee! We had decided that for half of the time one of us would be the other's "sex slave" and then we'd trade off for the remainder of the time. Over a quiet and highly charged dinner, we took turns writing down what the slave's demeanor should be to the master/mistress. By coffee it seemed as though someone had taken all the air out of the place, you know? We fairly raced out to the car... and drove right into the teeth of a vicious snow storm. It was that misty, swirling, hypnotic snow and it was falling onto an ice coating on the road. The entire rest of the trip, we fought to stay alert on roads that challenged even a Jeep. We rolled in at well after one o'clock in the morning. Well, it turned out to be one of the worst snow storms that the Cape has had in years. The neighbors spotted that someone was there and called to invite him to dinner, which would have been awkward to refuse. I couldn't even help him shovel snow because I might be seen. We played dodge 'em with said neighbors the whole while, skulking about like underground revolutionaries. And, of course, we lost power, which starts to be troubling after a while. Even canned goods can be somewhat unappetizing when disinctly chilly. Meanwhile, there was a small crisis at work, with which I dealt on the telephone while standing in the garage having a cigarette (no one in the family smokes) with eyes peeled for the neighbors. Without power, the garage doors wouldn't close. Murphy's Law prevailed even on the trip back, such that I had to take a train halfway back so he could make an appointment he didn't know he had until he checked in at home. Was it worth it? Absolutely. Was it insane? Utterly.