Very. I particularly like the imagery in Kristin's. I've semi-done connie's and would have written about it, but now it wouldn't work. Good thing I have all week to think about it.

Do you know an honest fireman, too, Sail?

Nope, don't know any firemen. But, I had to go through aircraft fire-fighting school to get my enlisted air warfare specialist wings. Spent a week playing fireman, puting out fires in rooms, mock hangar bays with burning aircraft, etc. I learned a lot about myself from the training.

Anybody else got the Springsteen earworm? I may end up writing "Romeo and Juliet/Samson and Delilah/"

For connie and the real firemen out there:

“Can I go last? Please, I can’t breathe. I can’t do it.”

Blind without my glasses, the instructor just a smudge through the OBA. How would I be able to navigate without my glasses?

My turn. I knew this path. The steps counted and turns memorized during the dry run. In the door, instantly blinded by the smoke. One, two, three…six more steps--ladder on the right. Something bumped into me. Another student. He was floundering, going the wrong way. I grabbed his hand and pulled him along. Up the stairs--right, twelve steps--door. We're out and I can breathe.

Hubby got to do the "the ship's burning and it's up to you to save it" training in the Coast Guard, then he was a wildlands fire fighter for several years, with metro fire work in the off season. It took a few years for him to get used to someone sleeping next to him who deserved to know what the nightmares were about. Fortunately he doesn't have those dreams anymore--or they don't wake me up if he does.

I can only imagine. I found five days of training in a controlled environment exhausting, but it wasn't really dangerous. By the end, it was almost hohum. Can't imagine what your hubby did even came close to hohum.

Fireman may well be the coolest people on the planet. The stuff scares me shitless - I just want to bow to them and give them amazing food.

Kristin, that was scorching, bebe. I have a porny one coming up in the morning, I think.

Actually, I lied. A porny one of my own, coming up tonight.

burn

You're bone and breath and your legs are filled with disobedience and your hips don't care that you want to control it, you can't they won't let you

and your loins are a firepit, deep hot coalescence of the stuff that warms the earth at the core and he

fills your mouth but you can breathe, it whistles through your nostrils eye to eye belly to belly oh yes you're violent burning light you burn for him he burns for you

maybe it's passion or maybe just smoke and mirrors

Merciful god it burns and all you want is for it to

Keep on

Burning.

Anybody else got the Springsteen earworm? I may end up writing "Romeo and Juliet/Samson and Delilah/"

Yep.

Baby you can bet...