Monday, October 29, 2012

Revelations on a Moonless Night, A New Story




Revelations on a Moonless Night

Michael and Melissa McCandless loved Halloween.  They met at a Halloween party, were married on Halloween and hosted the biggest and best adult Halloween party every year since. They lived on a country lane in an old farm house they have been renovating since moving in twenty years ago.  The setting was perfect for their parties. Their driveway was lined with trees from which they hung cobwebs and fairy lights illuminating the ghostliness of the bare trees. Walking on the dried fallen leaves and hearing the wind whistle through them gave a haunted feel.  Candles flickered in the blacked out windows and occasionally an object would jump out to scare the daylights out of “newbies” and those faint of heart. Eerily carved pumpkins were scattered along the porch.  Costumes were mandatory and anyone not wearing a costume was led to a closet filled with past year’s costumes to choose one for the evening.

 Inside all the rooms on the main floor were decorated to the hilt.  There was the usual mortuary room with a coffin filled with a body that would sit up when someone got too close, the dungeon where all sorts of torturous sounds emanated from unworldly creatures, the parlor where seating was available if you didn’t mind being accosted by a skeleton or finding a very large spider (fake, of course) crawling down from the ceiling to roost in your hair or dangle in your face.  The backyard featured a cemetery complete with fog and ghost-like creatures walking among the graves.  A carnival type tent with a gypsy motif provided the backdrop for fortune telling and séances. Speakers allowed the ghostly organ and classical music to be heard throughout the property.  Most of the party-goers would go from room to room and then settle on the back deck.  It was the most mundane part of the house.  Orange and black twinkle lights were strung on the ceiling, roof and along the railings and walkways.  The party food could consist of eyeballs (green peeled grapes) deviled eggs, vampire worm pasta (spaghetti with garlic sauce) monster claws (chicken fingers dipped in barbecue sauce) mummy bread, volcanic punch and anything else ghoulish.  

Every adult in town was invited.  Babysitters had long standing dates to be available the night of the party.  One of the day cares in town actually featured a special offering overnight care for any parents interested.  Costume planning began in early summer because in a town their size the pickings got mighty slim as Halloween approached.   There were always prizes for the most original costumes and this year Mike and Melissa thought it might be fun if each person had to give a biographical sketch about their costumed character.  This would be included in the list of rules for the prize winner. No revelations were made until after the winner(s) was chosen and all party goers were unmasked at midnight.

Melissa hadn’t realized why Mike had chosen for them to be the Blondie and Dagwood Bumstead until he had to share his story.  Even though everyone was masked most people really knew who you were and when he revealed he had chosen Dagwood because he got to spank Blondie.  Everyone started to laugh, clap and some of the men slapped Mike on the back saying they understood just what he meant.  Melissa was mortified and ran from the room.  When she hadn’t returned in what Mike considered a reasonable length of time he went searching for her. He found her in their bathroom crying. 

“What’s the matter? He asked

She picked up the box of tissues and hurled it at him, catching him just above his left eye.

“How could you not know how embarrassing that would be for me?  Now people will think you spank me”

“Melissa this is a costume party. We are all in character. Dagwood and Blondie are cartoon characters.  Nobody is going to think anything beyond that, but I have to admit there are times when I am so frustrated with you that I would like nothing better than to take you over my knee and blister your butt. This is one of those times”

The jar of cotton balls went sailing just as he was walking out the door. It hit him in the back. He turned around and told her to knock it off, calm down and get downstairs there was a party going on.  He could hear her cursing as he descended the stairs.

Mike rejoined the party and noticed Melissa about an hour or so later.  It was just prior to midnight and the votes were being tallied for the best costumes.  Blondie and Dagwood Bumstead won hand’s down but because he and Melissa were eliminated due to being Host and Hostess the couple with the next highest number of votes won.  When everyone unmasked Melissa couldn’t believe that no one made any comments to her about Dagwood’s little speech.  She was very relieved that Mike had been right.

After the party Mike and Melissa went to bed.  They had to be up early the next day because help was coming to assist them in the clean up.  Mike was just about asleep when Melissa asked him if there were times he really wanted to spank her.  He told her that there was many a time he felt it would have been beneficial to both of them.  She asked him to give her examples.  For instance he said when they would argue and then didn’t talk for days, or when she would be angry with him and wouldn’t tell him why; or when she would throw a tantrum like tonight and hurl things at him. He said he was sure there were plenty more times but those were the ones uppermost in his mind. Melissa just “hmpffed” and gave him a kiss good night.

Several weeks later they joined friends for dinner and cards.  Sometime during the evening Mike noticed that Melissa had gone “quiet”.  As the evening continued everyone seemed to be having fun and didn’t notice Melissa’s behavior.  On the way home he asked her what was wrong.  At first she didn’t respond at all.  When he asked her again her usual “nothing” response set him on edge.  He asked her if she remembered their conversation on Halloween.  She didn’t answer.  He didn’t ask again but he made up his mind how he was going to respond.  His palm was itchy and this time it was going to get scratched.
When they got home he went upstairs and Melissa stayed downstairs.  When she came up to bed she was surprised that Mike was still awake.

“I’ve been waiting for you” he said

“What for, I am certainly not going to make love to you tonight after what you did.” Melissa said

He said he didn’t know what he did that upset her but he was quite sure there would be no lovemaking after what he had planned.  With that he pulled her down over his lap, lifted her skirt and removed her panties.  He started spanking her.

 She couldn’t believe this was happening and was sputtering “just what did he think he was doing”.

“Something I should have done years ago” he replied as his hand continued to make an impression on her beautiful butt changing the color from pearly white to a lovely shade of red.

She was fighting him tooth and nail and he just kept pummeling her posterior.  When she finally relaxed he gave her a few more spanks and stopped.  She jumped up and began the spanking dance – jumping around and rubbing her butt.  When she stopped dancing around he went over to her, wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight.  He wasn’t sure what kind of response he would get but it was worth a try.  Much to his surprise she hugged him back and gave him a kiss he felt right down to his toes.  

When the kiss ended, she moved her head back and said:

“What took you sooooo long?”



Saturday, October 27, 2012

Bill Cosby on I'm TIred


  1. Apparently, Bill Cosby did not say this as you can see by the two comments I have since received.  So I thought I would just put them up here you can see for yourself.


    I'm tired of people who can't be bothered with the truth.
    http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/imtired.asp
    Bill has made a number of mildly conservative comments over the course of his life. It would be more powerful to quote something he actually said.
    ReplyDelete
  2. Bill Cosby's own website states that it has been attributed to him falsely. It was actually written by Robert A Hall, a former Massachusetts State Senator and US Marine. This was a blog entry from Mr. Hall on February 19, 2009.

    http://billcosby.com/2011/09/if-you-got-the-bogus-email-its-time-to-hit-delete/

    http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/imtired.asp

    The actual blog entry:
    http://tartanmarine.blogspot.com/2009/02/robert.html


I received this in an email the other day and thought it worth sharing.
Many of us of my generation grew up listening to his comedy routines and laughing out loud as he told us about his brother Russell.  Others watched him as Robert Culp's partner in the old tv program I Spy and then later still watched him as Dr. Huxtable in The Bill Cosby Show.  He has gone through his share of trials in tribulations in his own life but has never shied away from speaking his truth. Here are some of his observations and they are anything but laughable.

Bill Cosby "I'm 83 and Tired"

I'm 83. Except for brief period in the 50's when I was doing my National Service, I've worked hard since I was 17. Except for some serious health challenges, I put in 50-hour weeks, and didn't call in sick in nearly 40 years. I made a reasonable salary, but I didn't inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, it looks as though retirement was a bad idea, and I'm tired. Very tired. 

I'm tired of being told that I have to "spread the wealth" to people who don't have my work ethic. I'm tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy to earn it. 

I'm tired of being told that Islam is a "Religion of Peace," when every day Ican read dozens of stories of Muslim men killing their sisters, wives and daughters for their family "honor"; of Muslims rioting over some slight
offense; of Muslims murdering Christian and Jews because they aren't "believers"; of Muslims burning schools for girls; of Muslims stoning teenage rape victims to death for "adultery"; of Muslims mutilating the genitals of little girls; all in the name of Allah, because the Qur'an and
Shari'a law tells them to. 
offense; of Muslims murdering Christian and Jews because they aren't "believers"; of Muslims burning schools for girls; of Muslims stoning teenage rape victims to death for "adultery"; of Muslims mutilating the genitals of little girls; all in the name of Allah, because the Qur'an andShari'a law tells them to. 
I'm tired of being told that out of "tolerance for other cultures" we must let Saudi Arabia and other Arab countries use our oil money to fund mosques and madrassa Islamic schools to preach hate in Australia , New Zealand ,UK , America and Canada, while no one from these countries are allowed to fund a church, synagogue or religious school in Saudi Arabia or any other Arab country to teach love and tolerance.
I'm tired of being told I must lower my living standard to fight global warming, which no one is allowed to debate
I'm tired of being told that drug addicts have a disease, and I must help support and treat them, and pay for the damage they do. Did a giant germ rush out of a dark alley, grab them, and stuff white powder up their noses or stick a needle in their arm while they tried to fight it off?
I'm tired of hearing wealthy athletes, entertainers and politicians of all parties talking about innocent mistakes, stupid mistakes or youthfulmistakes, when we all know they think their only mistake was getting caught. I'm tired of people with a sense of entitlement, rich or poor.

I'm really tired of people who don't take responsibility for their lives and actions. I'm tired of hearing them blame the government, or discrimination or big-whatever for their problems.

I'm also tired and fed up with seeing young men and women in their teens andearly 20's be-deck themselves in tattoos and face studs, thereby making themselves un-employable and claiming money from the Government. 

I'm also tired and fed up with seeing young men and women in their teens andearly 20's be-deck themselves in tattoos and face studs, thereby making themselves un-employable and claiming money from the Government. 
Yes, I'm damn tired. But I'm also glad to be 83.. Because, mostly, I'm not going to have to see the world these people are making. I'm just sorry for my granddaughter and their children. Thank God I'm on the way out and not on the way in. 

I know I have voiced the same thoughts as his last statment many times.  I may not agree with everything he is saying but there is a lot to be said for much of it.

Okay, I'll get off my soapbox now.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.


Friday, October 26, 2012

APPRECIATIVE



Thank you everybody for stopping by yesterday and sending all those birthday and anniversary wishes.  You truly helped make it a very special day for me.  I am so happy to be here and am truly grateful for your friendship and support.







See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.