He doesn't want to write now,and I'm impatient about getting this on here,so I'll try. It's about the trains. It didn't happen like trains are thought to happen,but that's what they were. It started on a weekend and I think all of them were on weekends.
I learned a long time ago that sometimes it's possible to influence things that happen in the future by talking about something I like. It's the power of suggestion. It's not a sure fire way to get what I want,but sometimes it helps. I'm reasonably certain that I helped cause the trains to happen like that,although it wasn't intentional that time. I wasn't thinking about anything in the future when I said what I said. I was responding to something a man said about them keeping me busy or wearing me out or something along those lines. I was being honest when I told him that it's a big turnon for me to feel overwhelmed. It's like my hubby says that when I'm thinking I bit off more than I can chew,I'm gushing. It's true. I get excited when I'm under pressure to make sure nobody's disappointed with me. No matter what I get myself into,it's vital that men are satisfied and impressed with me. It's my first priority and the essence of who I am as a woman. That being the most important thought in my mind makes me hotter than I can describe. It makes it possible for me to focus all of my sexual energy on what it takes to satisfy men. My hubby has told me that I appear to be in a trance sometimes,and I can understand why he says that.
That conversation lead to another several conversations over a period of a week or more and with at least three or four men. I knew they were talking to each other about their conversations with me,and I liked that. It was flattering. I was counting my lucky stars every night,thinking how lucky I was that the men I couldn't get more than a passing smile from for months were spending time in my bed.
Another subject that came up at some point that seemed like an off the wall mention of something that's almost comical,but that ended up tying in with the trains,is what they called running through the shower. Being around soldiers and paramedics as much as I have,I'm very familiar with it. I can compete with them too. I did it a lot in Georgia when it was so hot,and I had to start doing it again when I was alone with my baby. When you have to get ready to move out faster than any reasonable thinking civilian could imagine is possible,you almost literally run through the shower,washing the most vital areas as you go,toweling as dry as you can get in 10 seconds and getting dressed in a minute or two.
It started a few weeks after everything had suddenly started happening,and after I realized it was being coordinated,I thought back to those conversations we had just had. Nobody was rushing me or pressuring me in any way while they were with me. They were very patient and understanding when I was having to take care of my baby. I can't say enough about how they all conducted themselves. Tops! Classy! Sometimes they came and went in not much more than an hour if the timing with the baby was perfect. Other times,they had to wait for me to get things done,or it might take an extra long time for us to get enough of each other and they could be there for hours.
In the first few weeks there was always some time between when one man left before another would come. Then that changed too,and suddenly. I was doing those run through showers every time when one guy left,because I wanted to always be ready for another to show up. The baby's bed was only a few steps from the bathroom,so I would chance being out of sight for a couple of minutes. I would run into the shower,then back to the bedroom and get dressed in sight of the baby's bed. It never took long for me to dress,because I wasn't wearing much.
All of a sudden,my doorbell was ringing while I was getting dressed. Every time! It would go like that for a whole weekend. Sometimes it started on Friday and went all the way through Sunday. Whether a guy was there an hour or two,several hours,or all night long. When he left,the next would be there in the time it took me to get a quick shower.
At first it was only happening when my hubby wasn't home. There were more guys coming when he wasn't there for the whole time. It's a little irritating for him when I say that. I'm sorry,but it's true. I encouraged every guy who would do it to come when my hubby was home. I'm happy that a lot of them did,but there were more who wouldn't than the ones who did.
I know he'll want to tell about the trains from his perspective after he gets rested. I just wanted to get it on here about how it started. None of those guys would ever admit that they were coordinating anything. It was all coincidence. Yeah,right. Maybe my hubby's right that nobody was really controlling the situation,but there was a lot of cooperation between those guys. There were a few times when my doorbell rang while somebody was there with me,but that was unusual. They were playing me like a piano and I loved every minute of it. I love being under that kind of pressure.
