Originally Posted by butterflyjack

Eeek Sandi....this procedure smacks of pain! In order to write anything on the head of his penis, my guess is, you're going to have to infuse it with blood to stretch the skin to enable lettering....In other words, somehow pump er up...Interesting...Maybe you could just take him to a tattooist and have it tatted on the head? There'd be pain involved, and possibly a lot neater outcome..smooches Jackie

I'm not going to rush into writing anything on his penis. I don't think he actually wants an initial; he wants to know whether he can handle the pain and whether the bleeding will be controllable if we go ahead with the scalding liquid. I think the initial was just a way to increase the duration of the pain.

Also, regarding the pain, I think a line from the old movie Lawrence of Arabia says a lot about his feelings. Lawrence liked to stick his finger into a flame. He was asked what the trick was for keeping it from hurting, and he replied that the trick is not to mind that it hurts. Tim doesn't mind that it hurts. Pain's part of the fetish.

Tim's downstairs now working on reducing the heat from the soldering pencil. His idea is to extend the pencil tip by wrapping a copper wire around it, then having having the end of the wire stick out some distance so that if the burning is done with the end of the wire instead of the tip, the temperature will be close to the temperature of scalding oil, not hot enough to melt metal. I'm not sure how well that will work, but he seems to think it'll work. His goal is to create a blister, not sear flesh.

I didn't have to nag Mia to get to work on her project. She actually seems enthused about it. That was a relief, because I don't like playing "mean mom." I can be mean while playing a role, like when I beat on Tim's testicles, but it's not my natural bent. Down deep, I'm a softie.

When Misty came to pick Mia up, I told her what Tim and I were up to with the soldering pencil and asked her whether she'd like to watch. I know having her present would add to the excitement for Tim, and if anything went wrong, having someone else there to help would be good. Misty said she'd talk to Mike, and if he had no objection, she'd be over around 10:00 am.

Sandi

Tim started setting things up as soon as I got the breakfast dishes cleared off the table. He put an extra leaf in the table, covered the table with a plastic painter's tarp, and brought out ropes, an extension cord, a small zip tie, a gag, and, of course, the modified soldering pencil. At that point, I wasn't sure whether Misty would come or not. I didn't mention the possibility, because I knew he'd be disappointed if he expected her to come and she didn't. Still, if she was going to come, it wouldn't be until around 10:00 am, so I had to stall for time. I didn't set any speed records with the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. I could see that Tim was getting impatient, and I couldn't stall much longer.

I told him to get undressed and lie down on the table. When he was in place, I tied his wrists to the table legs at one end and his ankles to the table legs at the other end, then put the gag in his mouth. "Comfy?" I asked. He nodded. "I'll be fixing that soon," I said. I left him tied up and went to get the broom-handle club I use to beat his testicles.

When I returned, I told him I needed to test the ropes, and I began beating his testicles. After several whacks with the club, he was struggling wildly. I smiled and told him I thought the ropes were holding nicely, but now he had too much of an erection for me to put on the zip tie. I said I was going to leave him alone for a bit so that he could get rid of the erection. (Actually, the "erection" was barely discernible. It certainly wasn't stiff enough for intercourse, but his penis was a little puffier than when its totally limp.)

All this was, of course, more stalling for time. If I'd known how quickly he was going to get things ready, I'd have told Misty to come at 9:00. Finally, at about 9:55, I returned and put the zip tie on his penis, pulling it as tight as I could by hand. His penis remained limp. I plugged the soldering pencil into the extension cord and plugged the extension cord into the wall outlet. "We'll give it a few minutes to get hot," I said.

The doorbell rang right on time. Misty used her key to come in before I got to the door, and she had Mike with her. "Mike said he wanted to see, too," she said. I pointed them toward the dining room, then went to the bathroom to get cotton balls, a styptic pencil and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. When I got back to the dining room, Misty was playing with Tim's penis. It remained limp.

I picked up the soldering pencil and touched it to the head of the penis. It made a sizzling sound, and Tim struggled as I held it in place as I counted to ten. "I'm trying to simulate how long the scalding liquid will be hot," I said. "It's not going to cool off right away." Tim continued to struggle, but it was futile, of course. Misty and Mike watched but said nothing.

When I pulled the soldering pencil away, there was a blister where it had been, but it wasn't bleeding. I put some alcohol on a cotton ball and started rubbing the area gently. Tim began struggling again. Apparently the alcohol burned almost as much as the soldering pencil. The cotton ball popped the blister leaving a glistening red spot that was weeping blood. The amount of blood was actually very little--certainly not gushing as we'd feared. I used the styptic pencil to try to stop the bleeding, and Tim reacted to that with struggling, too.

At that point, it was clear that there wasn't going to be room on the head of his penis to brand him with a letter "S". The spot was much too large. So instead of trying to be artistic, I just burned three more spots in the same way, using the alcohol and styptic pencil after each burn. He didn't struggle as much during the last one. "Getting numb?" I asked. Tim nodded. By this time, the zip tie had been on for over half an hour.

I invited Misty and Mike to take a closer look. Misty held Tim's penis, examining it closely. "I think the hole is healing shut," she said. She pointed to the hole in the urethra where we put the padlock for his chastity device. We hadn't used the device recently, because it was pointless given his problem with just getting an erection. I hadn't noticed, but Misty was right. The hole had started healing shut. Misty let go of Tim's penis and motioned for Mike to take a look, but Mike shook his head. He didn't seem inclined to take a closer look, but there was a large bulge in his pants. It was obvious that he was aroused by the experience. Misty picked up on it, too. "Does Jimmy want to come out to play?" she said, She rubbed his crotch with her hand, and Mike started turning red, obviously embarrassed.

By this time, Tim's penis had stopped weeping blood, but there was some blood in the spots where it was burned. I used a cotton ball and alcohol to clean his penis again. This time there was no reaction from Tim. I assumed that by this time his penis was totally numb. I waited a few minutes to see whether any more blood would weep from the burns. Then I went to the bathroom to get some gauze and adhesive tape to bandage the burns.

When I returned, Misty had unzipped Mike's pants, had his now fully erect penis out, and was playing with it. "You're next," I said. Mike looked startled, but Misty burst out laughing, and I couldn't keep a straight face. Tim was trying to laugh, but he still had the gag in his mouth. Mike was trying, with some difficulty, to stuff "Jimmy" back into his pants.

I bandaged Tim's penis, then untied him, and he went to the basement to get wire cutters to get the zip tie off. When he returned, I asked how it felt. He said it was completely numb, and he was hoping it would stay that way for a while, because the pain was intense while I was working on him. I told the boys to get the table cleared off and things put away while Misty and I got lunch ready.

During lunch, Misty nudged Mike, and I saw her mouthing the words, "Ask him." Mike looked embarrassed. He looked at Mike, then back at Misty. Misty had a stern look on her face and nodded toward Tim. Finally, Mike asked Tim, "Is there a secret to avoiding premature ejaculation? I mean, short of what you've been doing." He had a nervous half smile on his face for a second, then went back to just looking embarrassed.

Tim thought a moment, then said, "Well, three things come to mind. First, you could wear multiple condoms to reduce sensitivity. Second, you could use a numbing gel. We use lidocaine. And third, which is probably the most fun, is just prolong foreplay. Use your fingers and tongue instead of your penis. Get Misty close to an orgasm before you even think of getting your penis involved. You could also try distracting yourself by trying to solve simultaneous nonlinear differential equations in your head, but I've never found that particularly effective."

Mike seemed to relax. I think he was relieved that Tim gave a straight answer rather than teasing him.

The conversation then turned to other matters. Misty invited me to join her shopping, and Mike and Tim talked about cars. Mike left after lunch. Misty's still here, and we'll be heading to the mall as soon as I get off the computer. I'll drop her off at home when we get back.

Sandi

Wow....Wonderful...I was really hoping Misty would get involved..I assume Mike would like some attention from her? And, that it would be okay with you? How bout you and Mike? I know you want that fatty! smooches Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

Wow....Wonderful...I was really hoping Misty would get involved..I assume Mike would like some attention from her? And, that it would be okay with you? How bout you and Mike? I know you want that fatty! smooches Jackie

Mike loves attention from Misty, but he's still learning about making love. He manages the restaurant where sexy waitresses are the draw, not the food, but for all that he seems remarkably inexperienced with women. I may fantasize about his penis size a little--okay, maybe more than a little--but it belongs to Misty, and I respect that, and my vagina belongs to Tim, even if he ends up with no penis. I might play with Mike's equipment with Misty's approval, but that's as far as it'll go, and if Misty lets Tim play with her girl parts, or she wants to play with his boy parts, I'm okay with that as long as Mike is onboard with that and it's not behind my back, but no intercourse.

I asked Tim a few minutes ago how his penis is doing. He had taken the bandage off to look at it. Where it was burned there are glistening red spots still weeping, but not so much blood as clear liquid. He put some Neosporine on them and left the bandage off. He put several layers of Kleenex in his shorts to catch any further oozing. It looks like the tissue damage is relatively minor, but the jury's still out on nerve damage, both from the banding and from the burning, and I don't know whether there will be scabs forming where the burn marks are. He's still numb, of course, and if prior experience is any indication, he probably will be for a couple of weeks. We'll have to wait and see whether he can get an erection or an orgasm after this. Each time he's banded, both seem to be more difficult for him.

UPDATE JUST BEFORE BED:
The Kleenex Tim has had in his shorts to catch any bleeding show some red spots, but no large quantity of blood. Certainly a whole lot less than a bloody nose would give. I think the tissue damage will recover just fine. Possible nerve damage is what we're wondering about. The whole idea of pouring scalding syrup or grease over the head of his penis is to deaden the head by making it scar tissue, and it will probably take several days to heal and then maybe a couple of weeks before we know whether the burned spots are more numb than the rest of the head. In the mean time, Tim is very pleased with how things went today. He has placed Willie on the night stand, so I think we have an interesting bedtime in store.

Sandi

Last night, Tim wore shorts to bed, with several Kleenex stuffed inside so as not to get blood on the sheets, but I was naked as usual. As we lay there, he started playing with the nipple of my left breast. I rolled over and played with his ear. "Did we do good today?" I asked.

"It was fantastic," he said.

"Good enough to be worth it if your penis never recovers?" I asked.

"Good enough," he reassured me. "But I'm still looking forward to watching you chop it off."

"Just keep ogling Misty's boobs the way you did this morning, then," I said, and we both laughed.

We just cuddled, and Willie stayed put on the night stand. I guess we'd both had enough sexual excitement for one day.

This morning the phone rang just after breakfast. I answered it. It was Mike. He wanted to talk to Tim. I handed the phone to him.

I heard only Tim's side of the conversation, but I could imagine the other side. What I heard sounded like the following. I can't possibly recall it all verbatim, but this is the gist of it.

"Twenty years. --
"Yes. --
"Uh-huh. --
[Laughing] You and every other man. --
"Look, Mike, if I had the recipe, I wouldn't give it to you. I'd write a book about it and in three months I'd be the richest man in America. --
"No. --
"There just isn't any magic formula, Mike. Women are different. What one loves will completely turn another woman off. --
"Well, like sticking your finger in her vagina or sticking your tongue in her mouth. Some women like that as part of foreplay and for other women you might as well throw a bucket of ice water on them. --
"Uh-huh. --
"Uh-huh. --
"Sure. --
"Well, you can ask her for suggestions, but she may not know what she likes until you do it. --
"Yeah, I know. It's hard to imagine that she wouldn't know, but she probably doesn't. A guy knows exactly what he likes. Women not so much. She may not even know whether she's in the mood for sex until you're doing it. --
" Uh-huh. --
"Five years if you're lucky. --
"Well, just try different things and see how she responds. Nibble her nipples. Take an ice cube and slowly drag it down from her neck to her crotch. Bring her flowers. Surprise her with supper at a nice restaurant, and, no offense, I don't mean yours. Take a felt-tip pen and draw a smily face on the head of your dick. Do a strip tease for her. Pet her clitoris, Tell her how beautiful she is. Stare at her boobs during supper. Use your imagination and see what she responds to. --
"Yeah, I know, but she'll give you points for trying. Trust me. …."

This went on for maybe a quarter of an hour. When Tim finally hung up, he heaved a big sigh. "Mike wants to please Misty in bed, and nothing he does seems to work," he said.

"I gathered that," I said. "But it's good to know he's concerned about it. There are a lot of guys whose formula is slam-bam-thank you ma'am, What seems to be a bed problem might be a kitchen problem, though. The bedroom isn't going to work if there are problems brewing elsewhere."

"How long did I screw up before I found what works with you?" he asked.

"What makes you think you found it?" I replied, grinning. The expression on Tim's face changed, and I had to back-pedal a little. "Just teasing," I said. "But don't give up innovating."

Tim grabbed me by the waist and pulled me toward him, then kissed me on the neck, then started nibbling on my ear lobe. We stood there, just hugging, for several minutes. "Why do you put up with me?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," I replied. "Maybe you're just comfortable, like an old sweatshirt. I can't imagine life without you. I don't want to imagine life without you."

"That's good enough," he said. We let go of each other, he gave me a pat on the caboose, and I returned to putting the breakfast dishes in the dish washer while he went to get dressed.

Sandi

Wow...This is the way a marriage is supposed to be, eh? Smooches Jackie

Tim just came in from the bathroom and reported no blood spots on the Kleenex. I took a look at his penis. The red spots are still red, but they don't glisten now the way they did earlier. The skin that's missing appears to be really thin, like the skin covering your lips--tissue-paper thin. He's still numb, so it's too early to tell whether the burning had the numbing effect we were expecting.

I talked to Megan on the phone and told her about the experiment. She wants pictures, but Tim would never go along with that. She said she's more than willing to pour the hot liquid if we decide to do that.

Sandi

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

Wow...This is the way a marriage is supposed to be, eh? Smooches Jackie

Well, Jackie, I don't know about "supposed to be," but I think most marriages that survive 20 years fall into one of two patterns, neither of which is the passionate, hormone-laden romance of fairy tales. I don't know anybody who can keep that up that long.

In Pattern A, which Tim and I have, the couple is comfortable with each other. They feel completely free to discuss anything openly, knowing that they're not going to get a rebuke or shocked reaction from the spouse. They tease, but not to provoke or injure. Sex is a fun roll in the hay rather than a mystical experience. Each knows the other's faults and shortcomings, quirks and foibles, but they make allowances for them. Quarrels are rare, but when they occur, both try to fight fair, avoiding using phrases like "you never…" and "you always…" and imputing bad motives to each other.

In Pattern B, which is what my brother and his wife appear to have, the couple is comfortable with each other to a point, but they've learned that there are hot-button issues they are not free to discuss for fear of an emotional outburst or judgmental reaction. Quarrels are fairly rare, not necessarily because of good compatibility but either because they've learned what issues to avoid or because one or the other (or both) are passive enough to let things slide even though they don't like it. What sex is like depends on whether sex itself is one of the hot-button issues. One spouse may tease, but usually not both. One or both (from my perspective) seem to have gotten short-changed when they passed out sense of humor. They stay together because neither is sufficiently dissatisfied to seek a better situation. I call that "the curse of the adequate solution."

I like Pattern A. I'm happy with it. I'm comfortable with it. I feel secure with it.

There may be other patterns, but most couples I've met who've stayed together 20 years seem to fit one of these. Couples who don't seem to split up before they make it to 20 years.

Sandi

Well put, Sandi..I've been married for 42 years and I'm not sure which category ours would fall into...Too much B, I guess...but..overall, it's good..
My wife is a good Catholic...Ugh...I'm the opposite...smooches Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

Well put, Sandi..I've been married for 42 years and I'm not sure which category ours would fall into...Too much B, I guess...but..overall, it's good..
My wife is a good Catholic...Ugh...I'm the opposite...smooches Jackie

Somehow I'm not surprised that you've made it 42 years. You seem such a sweetie. Of course the "pattern" descriptions are caricatures, overemphasizing some features that make the marriages work and ignoring what makes them unique.

Sandi

The red spots are fading, but Tim's penis is still numb. I tried to get an erection with the Velcro zip tie this morning just before we got up, but it didn't work. It appears that there has to be some minimal erection already for the tie to work on. A pump may be needed for a totally passive erection. I was thinking a good solid erection of a numb penis would have interesting possibilities.

I talked to Megan on the phone last night. She's more than willing to pour scalding oil over Tim's penis and thought the idea was hilarious, but from what I''ve seen so far of Tim's recovery from the experiment, hot oil may not do what we had in mind. The jury's still out on how much sensitivity the banding may have taken away. Until we find that out, we're not moving forward with anything like hot oil, as it would be pointless.

Misty is on her way here. She wants to talk to Tim and me, and I imagine it's about her and Mike in the bedroom. She didn't say whether Mike will be coming with her. I'm not sure just how I feel about playing "marriage counselor." The phrase "too much information" comes to mind.

Sandi

Mike and Misty came over together. They'd left Mia to play with Ashley.

It quickly became apparent that their problems in the bedroom were really about other issues that just spilled over into the bedroom.

Mike had unrealistic expectations. Misty works 9 hours a day, but he was expecting her to do everything his mother used to do for him by way of cooking, cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming the carpets, dusting, laundry, ironing, etc., and then be in the mood for sex at night.

Misty, on the other hand, seemed to have a distorted idea of what a husband was. This may go back to the three husbands her mother had had, none of whom were exemplary models, so she may have had some resentment that Mike didn't deserve. She was also unaware of how deaf men are to subtle communication that is quite clear woman-to-woman. She thought he wasn't listening, but from his perspective, she wasn't saying anything.

After an hour of talking, things seemed to be getting resolved, at least a little. Mike agreed to do some specific chores. In turn, Misty would let go of those chores--she wouldn't remind him to do them, she wouldn't nag him about them. If he didn't do them, they wouldn't get done. Tim and I told Misty that, probably more than she does, a man needs to feel in control of his time, not micromanaged.

We spent much of the time trying to get through to Misty that she needs to talk directly to Mike about what she wants him to do, both in the bedroom and elsewhere, because men don't understand subtle, and that she needs to talk about the issues, not about what she thinks his motives are.

Another issue they had was Mike's relationship to Mia. She's Misty's sister, and Misty is her legal guardian, but that leaves it unclear where Mike fits in. I told Misty that, at a minimum, she should insist that Mia respect Mike, as apparently Mia had treated him as an unwelcome guest in his own house. I didn't know what to tell them about roles, but however they decided, they needed to be united and make it clear to Mia that their marriage came first. I said think Mia needs the stability of united "parents," especially as she's entering puberty. It won't be easy raising a teenager, but it'll be easier if family roles are clearly defined, and in that Mia doesn't get to vote.

Finally, we talked about bedroom issues. Tim told Misty that Mike had spent quite a while on the phone with him saying how desperately wanted to please her but that he didn't know how. That seemed to really surprise her. We again emphasized that subtle doesn't work with a man. If Mike makes good on his commitment to take care of chores around the house, that should help with Misty's resentment, and that should go a long way toward resolving bedroom issues.

We ended up with a group hug and tears all around, but I think happy tears.

Sandi

Last night I traded Tim a nice long back rub for an orgasm with Willie. He made light of it: "A back rub isn't as intense as an orgasm, but it sure lasts longer." I hope he can keep such a light-hearted attitude if his penis stays numb.

I plan to talk with Mia this afternoon about how she feels about Mike. I don't know whether I can help with that part of the friction or not, but knowing where she's coming from will at least help me to avoid making things worse.

Sandi

I talked with Mia about getting along with Mike. Apparently both are still trying to figure out how to deal with each other. I tried to reason with her that things aren't any more comfortable for Mike. I asked her to imagine that she just got married to the guy of her dreams, but after the wedding, she already has a family, a "sister" living with her and her groom who's young enough to be her daughter but who treats her like an uninvited guest in his own house. Could she imagine how that would feel? "I guess it would suck," she said. I think she got the point. I let the subject drop there.

When Tim got home, I told him I wanted to do a "pecker check." He's still numb, but the burns are now just a darker shade of pink than the rest of the head of his penis. They're still noticeable, but if the whole head of his penis was the color they are, it wouldn't be obvious that he'd been burned. Of course, since he's numb, we don't know whether they'd hurt if feeling came back. In that respect, maybe it's just as well that he's numb.

Sandi

I still think some tats and perhaps a few rings in the cock are in order..Maybe just a P.A. smooches Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

I still think some tats and perhaps a few rings in the cock are in order..Maybe just a P.A. smooches Jackie

It might be interesting to do that while he's tied up, just because he doesn't want it. :-)

I gave Mia a diary this afternoon. I told her I've found a diary helps me deal with emotions and think things through. She asked me whether I had one. I told her my diary is a blog on the Web--a diary I let other people read. She wanted to know whether she could read it. I told her it's "R rated," so no, not yet. She seemed disappointed.

I told her one of the first things to record in her diary is how much she's loved. She looked puzzled. I told her Tim and I couldn't love her more if she were really our daughter. Then I asked her whether she realized that Misty was ready to turn Mike's marriage proposal down if he wasn't okay with taking both sisters as a package deal. She looked shocked. "You mean Misty wouldn't have gotten married if Mike didn't want me?" she asked.

"That's exactly what I mean," I said.

"Wow!" she said. I think it's going to take her a while to digest that.

Tim's taking me out to supper tonight. Woo-hoo! No kitchen duty!

Sandi

I'm up before the alarm this morning, and Tim's still asleep. I didn't get much sleep last night. Part of that was that we went out to a Mexican restaurant for supper, and I overdid on the spicy stuff, so my innards are still in turmoil.

But also we spent well over an hour horsing around in bed last night. Tim's penis is still numb, but he wanted me to play with it and squeeze his testicles while I was having sex with his finger. It felt really strange to play with his penis and have it remain cool and limp no matter what I did to him. My mind was focused on that, wondering whether he'd ever have an erection or even be able to feel it when I played with his penis. Then I started thinking about Misty and Mike and whether they'd had success ironing out issues in the bedroom, and I thought about Mia. It's not that I wasn't aware that Tim's finger was in my vagina, but I wasn't getting into what he was trying to do. Finally, my vagina must have dried up or he gave up trying to get a response from me, because Tim stopped and asked where I was. I admitted that I was distracted. We ended up just cuddling. But I don't think I dozed off for at least a couple of hours, and I was up several times during the night.

It's almost time for the alarm clock to go off, and Tim will be getting up and expecting some breakfast, so I'd better get off the computer and start making coffee.

Sandi

Take a nap, sweety...Rest is important..smooches Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

Take a nap, sweety...Rest is important..smooches Jackie

I did, Jackie. After that and an antacid, I'm back to normal. Well, if you can call anything about me normal, that is.

This afternoon Mia said she'd asked Mike whether he felt he had to take her along with Misty. "He said no, it wasn't like that," she said. "He said he knew right off that Misty was my guardian and that I come with her and he was okay with that all along. He said he wanted us to all be happy as a family, but he just had his 38th birthday last month and the last time he had a 12-year-old sister, he was her little kid brother, and she bossed him around, so he doesn't always know how to act with me."

I asked Mia whether she was glad she'd talked with Mike about it. She nodded. "I thought he didn't want me around, but he said he'd always love me as his kid sister and hoped I could love him as my big brother."

"So do you think you can love him as a big brother?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said. "I guess so. I mean, he's old enough to be my father, and I never had a brother before. But I'm glad we talked." She paused, then added, "Can I have a hug?"

I put my arms around her, and we stood there hugging for several minutes, not saying anything. I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head. Finally she spoke again. "I've got a weird family," she said.

"How so?" I asked.

"You and Dad are like parents to Misty and me--I mean we call you Mom and Dad--but we're not really related to you. Then my sister and I have different fathers, and she's kind of like a mom to me, too, and I wouldn't know my real father if he walked in the door. And now Misty's husband wants to be my big brother, but he's old enough to be my father. And Mike's 14 years older than Misty, so he's almost old enough to be her father, too. Is that weird, or what?"

"I'd call it unusual," I admitted. "And complicated. It's no wonder that everybody involved is struggling a little to figure out how to act and how to fit in. But you know you're loved all around, right?".

Mia grinned. "Yeah," she said, "I think so."

"You know so," I said. We continued hugging for several more minutes.

I thought about adding that it gets even weirder: Mike has followed the girls' lead in calling Tim and me Dad and Mom, even though he's only two years younger than I am. But I didn't think adding that would be helpful under the circumstances, so I kept quiet about it, and there was no way I was going to tell her what made her family weirdest: our activities.

Instead, I asked her whether she'd started writing in her diary. She said she had written about the conversation with Mike. We talked about schoolwork and how her project had turned out, and what they were going to do for Misty's birthday. (She turns 24 on the 12th.) Finally, I noticed that time was slipping away, and I hadn't started supper yet. We worked together on that until Misty arrived to pick her up.

As Misty walked in, Mia ran to her and threw her arms around her and gave her a big hug. "Ummm, is there something I should know about going on here?" Misty asked.

I smiled. "Just go with it," I said. Misty put her arms around her sister, and they stood there hugging for a few minutes. They were still hugging when Tim walked in. He saw what the girls were doing and put his arms around me, then nodded toward them with a puzzled expression on his face.

I winked at Misty, and she and Mia and I answered in unison: "Just go with it,"

Sandi

Tim's still numb and limp, but the burn marks are essentially healed now. If you look closely, you can see where he was burned, but if you just saw him naked and didn't know the situation, you wouldn't be inclined to say, "What happened to your penis?"

We cuddled and gave each other back rubs last night with no attempt at sexual activity.

Tim hasn't received any more sexting messages from Megan since the one with her boyfriend. I called her last night to see what was going on. She said she'd broken up with the guy already. I can't say I'm surprised. Long-term relationships with men don't seem to be her forte. She said at least it wasn't a violent break-up. They both just concluded that they didn't have that much in common. The age difference might have been a big factor.

Sandi