I hadn’t run for two weeks before this morning and it showed. Bleurgh. Mel said it was good to see me here and she hoped I was looking forward to Monday because she was. And I actually am too, even though I don’t know what’s going to happen.

And now I also feel better about the world (for no reason) I didn’t know what to do with myself for the day. So I ended up stripping down to stockings (and nothing else), putting on a coat and shoes and going for a walk. It was a touch on the cold side so I sat in a coffee, just itching to tell one of the nice waiters that I really wasn’t wearing much at all.

Anyway, I made it home, and wondered if Mel’s masturbation ban was still on. Given that we weren’t doing Pilates I figured not, and in stockings and heels and my feet hitched up in the air on the arms of a chair I had quite the nicest orgasm all by myself.