MasterFireMaam
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Joined: 3/1/2006 From: Charleston, WV Status: offline
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As most know, my mom is very aware of my lifestyle. Because she lived with her sister for a while a few years ago, my Aunt D learned of it, too. About two years ago, I was taking jason with me to Thanksgiving at an Uncle's house. Mom, Aunt D, Aunt J and her boyfriend, Uncle T and his wife P and P's parents were all there. While jason and I were driving, I got a phone call from Aunt D. Aunt D, pleasantly: Your mom and I want to know if this guy you're brining is a BOYfriend or a SLAVE. Me, laughing: he's a slave. Aunt D: Oh good! We have some things for him to do. Me, still laughing. That's fine. Are you all there yet? Aunt D: Yep! Waiting on you! We hang up. jason and I arrive about an hour later and we walk into the living room. Everyone says hi in the familiar family fashion (which is kinda like the greet Norm always got when entering Cheers). I say, "Hi everyone! This is slave jason." There was silence. I then, in that split second moment where you realize you've made a huge faux pas, determined that Aunt D had NOT called me while sitting in the living room with all the people as I had assumed she had. I turned to Uncle T and said, "So, where do we put out things?" and walked out of the living room, fairly mortified. jason, being jason, was simply amused. I made sure that jason was of use all weekend. he ran loads of towels, ran the vaccum cleaner, cleaned the kitchen while we were cooking, etc. etc. By the end, every female in attendence had 'caught me alone' and whispered, "Where do I get one of those?!" *chuckle* Master Fire
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