Ahhh . . . Welcome Home . . . Part One

I used to do alot of traveling for work. It was not unusual for me to come home at 3 in the morning on a Saturday after being god knows where all week. At the time I lived with my parents . . . my father being a cop. Never wanting to do anything to embarress him I was extra careful of my behavior and how I might appear to others. I did not want to appear like I was coming home at 3 am on a Saturday from a night of drinking or partying as was not the case. I pull in the driveway on a hot summer night where all my neighbors have their windows open. Its pitch black other then the light pole in front of my house waiting for my arrival. I step out of the car in my high heels to walk towards the door. I get in front of my house directly under the lamp light when my heel picked up one of those round plastic newspaper bundle holders. I keep walking thinking that it will just fall off when on my next step my other shoe picked it up and now its wrapped around both feet and on my next step gaining momentum I hit the ground on my back basically lassueing myself like a steer. Ahhh yes . . . welcome home. Hi dad. . . .  8D
maltesemermaid maltesemermaid
41-45, F
1 Response Dec 10, 2012

Awwwww....this is so cute....Sneaking in at 3:00 a.m. has special memories for lots of folks who will read this!! Brings a few goodies back to my mind!! "Self lassueing" sounds pretty kinky and impressive tho!! ;)

hahaha . . . thank you Sie . . . I aim to impress . . . LOL . . . 8D