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15.12.12

The Bell Of Status!...


                                        (March 11 )

                                 The Bell of Status   

Me living as always in my own far away planet of thoughts
and Teddy walking around the house barefoot and inaudible
i often end up jumping out of my skin with freight
every time i suddenly discoverer him standing behind me
or coming out of a room i am walking into.

                             

So he volunteered a while back to hang a cat collar with a bell
around his ankle so that i can always be aware of where he is.

Very cute and sexy and much like i have my own ...harem boy
about which we joke a lot, yet i know not many husbands
would do such thing no matter how caring.

No need to say of course that this is a rather special case
because getting scared causes adrenalin to rush into my blood
which consequently results into many days of lung bleeding.

On Sunday while i was getting ready for the pool
he looked rather thoughtful and preoccupied.
I thought it was due to his upcoming trip interstate
but the last minute he surprised me with a decision
to accompany me there for a swim, 
so very nice of him again.

We arrived early as usual in order to get a good lane
while the pool was still closed
and a few regulars already waiting outside.

On Sundays there is a young lad, a squad swimmer,
who often comes to open the Pool
and when he arrived he walked past us
and proceeded to unlock the Doors.

While he was doing so - and as we were standing right behind him
both Teddy and I observed that he was wearing a yellow, leather like
anklet with brown shapes, around his right ankle,
much like a cat collar really because of its shape, width and colour.

It seems that Teddy must have been thinking pretty much what i was thinking,
except that he had also noticed something i had not
or rather i had not connected... so he leaned close to my ear and whispered:
 
                     

                " He is Not Married ........ No Bell! ... "

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