Update on that little kiss thing...

Sooooo........

Friday night, I had a training appointment at 6pm with The Wee General at the gym.

Sooooo.......

I walk in to the gym, zap my card on the scanner thinga-ma-bob, and walk towards the little cubby things you stash your keys and your card in.

I throw my stuff in, and BOING! Up pops The Wee General from behind the cubby things, yells "BOO!" and SCARES THE FRIKKIN DAYLIGHTS OUT OF ME!!!!

I screamed. LOUD!

The whole gym turns to look.

She laughs so hard at me that she literally falls on the ground laughing.

So of course nosey John, the guy who likes to shave all his body hair with women's shaving cream, wanders over to see what happened.

TWG is still on the ground. Literally on the ground.

John: WTF is going on?!?!?!?

Blondage: *blushing*

TWG: *laughing her ass off*

Blondage: She's terrorizing me again. She gets off on terrorizing me ya know.

John: Pussies are an easy target.

(For you newbies, those two think it is funny to call me a pussy when she works me out. I think it is too, but don't tell 'em I admitted that!)

Blondage: *growl*

TWG: *holding her sides, laughing hysterically*

Blondage: I can't wait until I'm strong enough to kick both of your asses. *glare*

John: *laughs and flexes his biceps*

(Did I mention John is about 6'3" and I am 5'6"?)

Blondage: *looks down on the floor at TWG* I swear she is stalking me.

TWG: *laughs even harder, tears rolling down her cheeks*

John: *eyes widen* Stalking you....?

Blondage: She wants to tie me up and beat me with a weightlifting belt.

TWG: *nods and laughs*

(Oh, by the way Flowers, I forgot to mention during our drunken debauchery the other night, I confessed my BDSM "lifestyle" to TWG. I should never drink. Seriously. Never. Bad bad bad.)

John: *blinks* Uuuuhhhhmmmm. Interesting.

Blondage: You have no idea.