By and large writing this blog is a great DHV (Display of Higher Value), so generally speaking it all works in my favor of upping my Sex Rank in Jennifer’s eyes. I’ve done a lot of writing, there’s a positive response from others including other female readers rocking out my Preselection as well. All in all it’s a good boost for me.
Now I can write just fine, but my proof reading skills suck. For those following the story closely, you know that Jennifer does the final proof reading before I publish my posts. Now I’ve been reading widely for decades on sexuality, but now that she’s reading my stuff she’s been coming across the key concepts more seriously. And she’s naturally smart, so she’s learning… and adapting.
Today I got my first proper taste of my own medicine handed back to me…
“Dear…”
That’s how 99% of Jennifer’s baby shit tests start, so I’m ready for it. Plus “dear” isn’t pronounced just “dear”, it’s pronounced “deeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaarrrrrr” with lightly fluttering eyelashes and a “so cute” front reverse hand clasp and slight body rocking and one heel lifted off the ground. It sounds frakking awful I know but she actually pulls this look off amazingly well, two weeks ago she was carrying daughter #2′s backpack and was mistaken for a 5th grader from behind by a teacher which is quite possibly the happiest moment of her 37 years the way she tells the story.
Anyway… she is pulling off “the cute” I’m usually mildly amused by this I also know that a request is going to be forthcoming… but today she ups the ante with a new spin.
“Deaaaaaaarrrrrrr…
…..I need an Alpha Male….”
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Ah Ma Gawd…. I hate going to Home Depot.
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