It seems so fitting, as I was waiting for regal Bhagwati Devi to show up, tongue in hand, for the honor of taking her bag – begging to – from he r “tired” shoulders, that I manifested another pair of DOMINATING feet right down to the red nailpolish and feet splayed out- and skin color – washing her bike – right outside the DOOR!
My wife – SO – says she isn’t the most flirtatious of all the girls living here, she is focused on another dominant lady.
But this lady, this dark skinned SOUTH Indian lady, I met her when I first moved here, and the sparks flew – unsaid!
Sometimes, keeping the sexual tension alive is the best thing, often times it is!
SO fitting that a younger version of Bhagwati is standing out there, that coy grin that says, without a word “Boy, I know you looked first, then opened the door to see ME!
Which I sort of did (ok, I was checking to see if the gardener was here, who was makin a mess etc, but … well, both reasons!)
She knows.
I manifest.
And it’s the perfect match.
How lovely, Madam’s FEET!
Madam, Paye Lagu. Youre SO NICE!
Best
MW
PS – The SO wants to fire Bhago. Of course, the replacement lady never showed up – the Universe truly sees all, and the right reasons are rewarded, the wrong never are long term.
One door closes, two more open! Hehe.
