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Thursday morning I had to pick up my car from the shop in the South Bay for a little warranty work. The late model MB sedan I had as a loaner was pretty nice, but not my baby. I met a very special friend for lunch and got him back into a better spot. That's such a wonderful thing to do and feeling when you can make someone laugh and start to see a sparkle come back in their eye. For a very special friend, it meant a lot to me.

I picked up my car and it was a perfect sunny northern California afternoon. I put the top down and hit the on ramp onto the freeway. Accelerating hard, the car sounds so good and it's running the best it has. I hit 280 heading north to SF and it was just magical. I was so in the moment. Here I was flying down the highway in a beautiful convertible sports car with the top down. I was in one of my favorite khaki very short mini skirts, a favorite form fitting blouse, my favorite pink sapphire necklace, my long blonde hair blowing easily in the wind... It was like I was watching a movie, it was so perfect. I was in the movie. I was smiling and laughing. I felt so good. Everything was so good. Life was so good. I was just as the woman I had so long wanted to be.

I flew by a Porsche Carrera, flashed my lights to free my lane and just cruised. I turn on the cd player and my Stones mix starts to play. "Rocks Off" is first. The song always makes me smile or laugh. It's such a good vibe. It's the first song O played in the car. Flying down the road... "(Doo, Doo, Doo) Heartbreaker" is next. Just flowing. "Hot Stuff" - damn, this feels so good. I'm passing everyone nd the car is so smooth between 80-100mph. I'm thrown back to being a kind again driving my Dad's sports cars. I guess there's a little testosterone left or maybe anyone would get the rush. I used to race motorcycles and just love the feeling of flowing at speed.

All is so well. I fly by a Vista Point that I wanted to stop at to gave some water and make a phone call. Passing by, I see a CHP car parked on the on ramp. Looking at the speedometer - I'm doing just over 100 mph. Damn, I just took traffic school in January. I kept going at speed. He let me go. It makes up for the bunk ticket I received in January. Karma is good. All is OK. I had such an on top of the world day.Later I hit the gym and I'm doing single leg squats with 200 lbs. for reps. All is wonderful.

<-Panty shot in the SLK, don't you wish you had a SUV?

Wooosh to Friday. I'm taking out the earring my parents gave mE a couple of years ago for my birthday, but on e of the post backs isn't coming off. I manage to pull the earring out, but the backing is still in my ear. I'm picking at it and starting to make a bloody mess. My knees are getting weak. I'm getting woozy. That damn piece of metal is trying to come out the fon t of my ear - the hole isn't made for that. In a panic, I call my my friend Bob. I explain the situation briefly and ask if he can help. Sure.

I get there and I'm overtaken by Bob's compassion. He gives me a warm hug and holds me. He's one of my dearest friends but this isn't a side I've seen of him. He knows me, as a friend and as a kinky person. He knows I can't take pain. I'm touched by his care and concern. A short but extremely painful time later, he's pulled the backing out. It hurt like Hell. I was close to passing out and had to put my head between my legs. I was trying to be cool. Finally, I got up and Bob held me. That was so good. That was what I needed. He took care of me. He's a wonderful person to me. One of the best.

This is what tops do. I tried to experiment with exploring my sub side, but I never found someone who I felt would act in the right way for things, just the way Bob did when he stepped up to the plate. Bob isn't a newbie to the scene and he's a gay leather top - we aren't compatible play partners, but he reminded me that I wasn't off in la-la land. He did the right thing, which is what I would've done. Not enough people get that.