Daddy has resumed chatting with his harem. (Technically not a true harem, since he doesn’t own them and they don’t live with us – more like a collection of women around the world that he chats with on varying levels). And I’m handling it much better this time around.
I can’t really say what changed. But I feel more centered and loved. Sexier and confident. *shrug*. I’m not sure that the why really matters. I mean, it matters to ME, but Daddy doesn’t really care why. He’s just glad that I’m handling it like good property should.
Mysterious new gig from a few months ago is no longer new but is *still* rather mysterious. It’s kinda fun!
School is fixing to start here and football practice has already started….. Which means that instead of being a hormonal teenager, Eldest Male is now a hormonal, exhausted and extremely surly teenager. This is the number one reason why I don’t like football.