Sometimes You Just Don't Think

I live in South Florida the land of sunny days and sandy beaches. One of the interesting things about living in the sunny, humid, and damp place is that it has a treasure trove of insects. I have an infestation of (Lord help me) termites. Those lovely little wood eaters that do their mating flight in the spring of the year. Well last year they mated and produced. I was doing laundry last week, put my hand on the door jam and noticed that it kinda crumbled in my hand. There are these little tunnels under the painted surface. UGH!! So what does any self respecting female do? She called male termite people, made an appointment to be seen within the week and hope that the little suckers don't eat the house around her. The appointment was Saturday morning at 9am.Now this is the fun part my bedroom is a 14x12 room with a closet, 2 windows, soft blue walls with paintings of different forms of BDSM, Fem Dom stuff of course. Nothing to drastic, but a few really nice things with males in submissive roles. I few years back I found an art student locally that actually can paint what I asked for without to harsh a reality something along the lines of Monet and his watercolors. Along with the assortment of prints on the wall There is a bed of course with 4 sturdy floor to almost ceiling posts on all 4 corners of the bed. Think 4 poster with attitude, draped with mosquito netting, Think slate blue extra thick comforter with matching lace and satin Shams, 12 pillow in matching cases and other girlly things. Solid wood golden oak dresser with mirror, lingerie chest, and 2 night stands with a slightly darker blue shade on 2 urn style lamps. Ok setting stage here so be patient. Along with the art work in the bedroom walls are my floggers, crops, nipple clamps, paddles, rope in varying lengths that are macrame for ease in carrying in my toy bag and are easy to pull apart to facilitate use when they are needed. These items hang from sturdy cup hooks. There are a few lengths of chain as well as eye bolts on all 4 corners of the bed as well as in the wall at the foot and head of bed as well as chain under the bed at the foot and at the head. At the foot of the bed is a clear vinyl storage chest that contain my dildos, vibrators, cock rings as well as weights in different sizes and colors. In the back bedroom there is an open closet space that holds corsets in leather and other fabrics sewing equipment as well as more art work this time drawings of bondage scenes as well as a book case with the best sellers as well as BDSM primers such SM 101, The Topping Book, The Bottom Book and other titles in that vein. Assorted heels in varying height as well as things to wear when I want to be my nastiest. The living room is clear of BDSM stuff although there are a few books in the bookcase as well as a table that doubles as a cutting table for sewing and a bondage table. Hey I get two uses out of it I'm a thrifty kinda gal. Having set the stage for what I am about to tell you here is what happen I took off this Saturday from work because this was the only day I could get an appointment at a convenient time. Since I was home I went through my bag that morning and took out my dildos, butt plugs and did the check as well as clean them with soap and water and and put them on a clean doubled towel in the middle of the bed there was about 12 as well as Mr Hitachi and my weasel (anal probe) The floggers I had in the bag I took out and hung them from the side frame of the bed to let them air out as well. Having taken care of my toys I decided to do some sewing. so out comes cutting table, fabric, and new pattern for a corset with some nice synthetic suede from Joann's the door bell rings about 11am and it's the guy from the exterminators coming to inspect the building for my imagined termites. He sits down and takes out his calculator ask me the question those people ask what is the square footage of the house, how long had I noticed the wood problem and so on and so forth. Then he gets up for inspection. Since I told him that I noticed the problem in the garage I assumed that is where his inspection would start and end. Boy was I wrong. He first wonders into the garage through the kitchen and says yes I do have a termite problem and that I should could take care of it as soon as possible. He checks the kitchen and the bathroom and the last room he checks is the Master bedroom. He steps into the room stops dead in his tracks. His stop is so abrupt that I walk into his back while asking him questions. When he turned to face me there was this slightly wild eye look in his eyes, he was a little pale and his speech pattern had gone up an octave as well as become a little rapid so that I had to ask him twice to repeat himself. All the while he is talking he is inching his way around me in the small hallway making sure that in no way, shape, or form did his body come in contact with mine. Have you ever seen those prison films when a guard goes by and the prisoners all press themselves to the wall to give the guard a clear path. If you have you have the idea of what I am talking about. And trust me when I tell you there wasn't a lot of space the area is about 6 foot square. He didn't bother to check the second bedroom he however was walking as fast as his legs could carry him to the front door talking a mile minute that he had left some figures in his truck and he would finish up the estimate and call me back with a quote. I couldn't figure out what the hell had happened. He tore out of the front yard like the hounds of Hell were after him. As I was closing the door, I realized he had hm-mm seen my toys. Now I am wondering if he will call back with the estimate. Oh well if he doesn't there are a few other companies that can handle the problem