Spike: Heard what happened up top, offing your dad and all. Don't know if you know this, but, uh…I killed my mum. Actually, I'd already killed her, and then she tried to shag me, so I had to-- Wesley: Thank you. I'm…very comforted.

'Lineage'


Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?

Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Connie Neil - Nov 09, 2017 10:52:14 am PST #2585 of 8216
brillig

I generally slept with a longsword in the bed when Hubby was away overnight.


Atropa - Nov 09, 2017 10:54:36 am PST #2586 of 8216
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

It doesn't help that Vlad has taken to occasionally scrabbling at the bedroom door in the middle of the night, because he wants into the Forbidden To Kitties Room.


Steph L. - Nov 09, 2017 11:02:15 am PST #2587 of 8216
I look more rad than Lutheranism

I don't sleep well when Tim is out of town, or if I'm out of town by myself. I slept fine when I went to my brother's place in 2016 and crashed on their couch for a week. I think my subconscious brain just doesn't want to be alone.


Atropa - Nov 09, 2017 11:12:10 am PST #2588 of 8216
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

I think my subconscious brain just doesn't want to be alone.

The last time Pete was out of town for a month, one of my best friends came and stayed with me for a week. It made a lot of difference to my sleep.


askye - Nov 09, 2017 11:39:02 am PST #2589 of 8216
Thrive to spite them

I stayed with M last night. We went to Dave and Busters for his birhtdya and it was fun.

I thought I got off at 3:45 . And clicked out and went to leave and realized I work until 545. So now I'm on my break. I would have realized this if I had 1 looked at the sales goal sheet they give you everyday and 2 called tonsa y I was leaving like I'm supposed to.

M 's mattress is uncomfortable and for whatever reason I have to pee like 5 times a night when I'm over there. He is an octopus in his sleep and I wake up with arms and legs draped all over me. I like it but it takes me a couple nights to adjust.


askye - Nov 09, 2017 11:40:37 am PST #2590 of 8216
Thrive to spite them

I think I started having hot flashes. Work is hot but I get hotter than I should and 2 customers the past past week have asked me.

Is there by over the counter thing I can take to reduce them? I end up looking over worked because I'm red faced and sweating.


Toddson - Nov 09, 2017 11:42:36 am PST #2591 of 8216
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

I once worked with a woman who could not spend the night alone. She was running conferences for a trade association and so HAD to travel ... she'd bring her mother with her (paid for by the organization, I believe).


Laura - Nov 09, 2017 12:02:58 pm PST #2592 of 8216
Our wings are not tired.

I miss DH when he is gone or when I am alone up north for the summer, but it doesn't affect my sleep. After decades of always having people around me I really enjoy my alone time! Zoe is particularly fond of those nights when DH's side of the bed is free. No need to sleep with weapons when you have a doberman. It actually doesn't bother me at all to sleep in an empty house.


WindSparrow - Nov 09, 2017 12:30:33 pm PST #2593 of 8216
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

askye, Vit. E supplements have been really helpful for my hot flashes. It doesn't help everyone, but at least it is inexpensive to try.


Beverly - Nov 09, 2017 12:32:31 pm PST #2594 of 8216
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

The first time another member of my writing group and I did the Writers in Residence thing at the Boyd House in So. Pines, they closed up shop at 5pm and left us alone in this enormous rambling old pile built in the early 1800s and added onto through the 1920s. They didn't let us know they were leaving, we just suddenly realized it was quiet. Too quiet. By then it was full dark. My compatriot (not the person you want to be marooned with) got the creeps so bad I agreed to go with her to "check the doors." The full length of two floors later, we realized that the ballroom *alone* had two dozen French doors, and even if they were all locked, they had multiple panes of thin, wavy antique glass a tap from a signet ring would shatter, if you couldn't blow the old locks open with a hard puff of breath. Altogether, there were more than sixty doors in the place opening onto the outside.

And at that point it was either sit up all night with a flashlight and a fireplace poker or say fuckit and go to bed.

We went to bed. (I did throw the bolt on my bedroom door, though. And the windows could only be reached by scaling a rain-wet steep slate roof)