Came home to some terrible news.
Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 12:22 am
Earlier this AM I got back from Norman OK after some serious partying and watching my Sooners destroy Texiz Kristshun...Sooners 35, Horned Frogs 10...to find a message on my ans/mach. I last had checked it about four hours beforehand, while in transit, and there were a couple of idle chit-chat messages which I erased.
When I wandered into my little cubbyhole, shedding clothes and whining for Ash(leigh) to run me a nice warm bath (WITH bubbles!) I noticed the lighted number "1" on the machine. The voice was that of a member of our little Kinky Kastration Koven (KiKaKo), who was obviously distraught and imploring me to call her regardless of the time. Mind you, it was past Midnight when we got home.
I called her and she had some devastating news.
One of our "Charter" members, a woman in her early forties, had been killed in a one-car accident while visiting in Tennessee. This occurred at dusk last Friday on a rural road and the accident was not discovered for maybe an hour after impact.
She was returning to the town where she was staying after some sort of gathering in the country and apparently slid sideways into a large tree, T-boning her vehicle at the driver's door. According to the girl I was speaking to, our friend's mother was told by the county sheriff's deputy that called from Tennessee to break the news and who had investigated at the scene thinks she tried to avoid a deer or some other animal and lost control.
The accident was discovered by a group of teens who were out for a spin. They called the law and tried to assist our friend but it was too late. One can only wonder what might have been if someone had actually witnessed the accident and was able to render aid after summoning EMS.
This woman was pretty, very intelligent, had a well-paying job and many friends. She was bisexual, leaning toward Sapphic pleasures, and we had shared some intimate moments, the last time being after a KiKaKo gathering about a month ago. She was much into castration-related talk and fantasy, had her own collection of pics and stuff, and worshipped our "pet" eunuch, Barry. She and he got along famously and she loved to do "Touchy-Feely-Nibbly" on his peepee and empty baggie. He liked pleasuring her as well.
It's too late to be calling the other members of The KiKaKo but I'll have that sad task later in the AM. This will not be easy.
Her mom and I get along well and I have a key to our lost friend's condo. She lived in a small town not too far from here and I will take charge of securing her home and removing ALL that might cause gossip or grief to her relatives. I have a key to the place, given to me with the instructions to do exactly as I've described should she die or be otherwise incapacitated...How prophetic.
She wanted to be cremated and her ashes cast to the wind atop Enchanted Rock. I will assist her mom in having cremation arranged in Tennessee and perhaps will fly with her to collect the urn. There is no shortage of funds whatsoever but the cost of shipping her back in a casket will incur ridiculous expenses.
Well, that's what spoiled my otherwise glorious OU Football Weekend. I hope life remains unremarkable for a long time to come.
Now, back to crying.
Thanks for letting me bleed on you.
Yoli
PS: Please take care of yourselves, my friends and lovers of the EA. I don't want to return from Waco next weekend, all aglow from the Sooners' thrashing of Baylor (book it!) to find bad news here!
When I wandered into my little cubbyhole, shedding clothes and whining for Ash(leigh) to run me a nice warm bath (WITH bubbles!) I noticed the lighted number "1" on the machine. The voice was that of a member of our little Kinky Kastration Koven (KiKaKo), who was obviously distraught and imploring me to call her regardless of the time. Mind you, it was past Midnight when we got home.
I called her and she had some devastating news.
One of our "Charter" members, a woman in her early forties, had been killed in a one-car accident while visiting in Tennessee. This occurred at dusk last Friday on a rural road and the accident was not discovered for maybe an hour after impact.
She was returning to the town where she was staying after some sort of gathering in the country and apparently slid sideways into a large tree, T-boning her vehicle at the driver's door. According to the girl I was speaking to, our friend's mother was told by the county sheriff's deputy that called from Tennessee to break the news and who had investigated at the scene thinks she tried to avoid a deer or some other animal and lost control.
The accident was discovered by a group of teens who were out for a spin. They called the law and tried to assist our friend but it was too late. One can only wonder what might have been if someone had actually witnessed the accident and was able to render aid after summoning EMS.
This woman was pretty, very intelligent, had a well-paying job and many friends. She was bisexual, leaning toward Sapphic pleasures, and we had shared some intimate moments, the last time being after a KiKaKo gathering about a month ago. She was much into castration-related talk and fantasy, had her own collection of pics and stuff, and worshipped our "pet" eunuch, Barry. She and he got along famously and she loved to do "Touchy-Feely-Nibbly" on his peepee and empty baggie. He liked pleasuring her as well.
It's too late to be calling the other members of The KiKaKo but I'll have that sad task later in the AM. This will not be easy.
Her mom and I get along well and I have a key to our lost friend's condo. She lived in a small town not too far from here and I will take charge of securing her home and removing ALL that might cause gossip or grief to her relatives. I have a key to the place, given to me with the instructions to do exactly as I've described should she die or be otherwise incapacitated...How prophetic.
She wanted to be cremated and her ashes cast to the wind atop Enchanted Rock. I will assist her mom in having cremation arranged in Tennessee and perhaps will fly with her to collect the urn. There is no shortage of funds whatsoever but the cost of shipping her back in a casket will incur ridiculous expenses.
Well, that's what spoiled my otherwise glorious OU Football Weekend. I hope life remains unremarkable for a long time to come.
Now, back to crying.
Thanks for letting me bleed on you.
Yoli
PS: Please take care of yourselves, my friends and lovers of the EA. I don't want to return from Waco next weekend, all aglow from the Sooners' thrashing of Baylor (book it!) to find bad news here!