Fallout

Surprise, surprise, stripping isn't all Dom Perignon and diamond necklaces.  This week I was sad to learn that one of my fellow co-workers had separated from her fiance because of her job.  I'm sure there were other factors too, but when push came to shove and he said "me or your work" she chose her work.  And there she was, Friday night, topless waitressing in a packed bar, fake smile plastered firmly across the lower half of her face, and all the weight and sorrow of her world dark beneath her eyes.

I want to write a really insightful piece about how if you have the right combination of trust and communication you and your partner can actually have a stronger relationship when you strip.  I can't today though.  Milena's eyes keep popping into my mind. I thought her and her fiance were one of those lucky couples that had it all, and turns out they didn't. I hope she's ok.

I'm home now, settling back into family life after a few nights away in that now-familiar mining town.  The work wasn't hard this week.  A few half-hour fantasies fell into my lap, and I got lucky with a couple chatty cats who kept my for an hour or more. I made my minimum goals with very little effort.  There was personal fallout, however.  Hubby is feeling the strain of holding up the domestic end of things while I've been gone. Our lovely little puppy is a whirlwind of chewing disaster when nobody's home, and I didn't get a crate until yesterday, so she had all of Thursday and Friday to trash the house.  I can't believe the amount of things she ATE!!! (shoes, diapers, pumpkin skin to name a few) By the time I got home Hubs was a pressure cooker of frustration waiting to explode.  Lately I've been a mother first, a stripper second and a wife last, and it isn't doing good things to his mindset. 

Long and short of it is that despite the awesome money to be had, I'm not working next weekend.  I need some time with our little family before I leave for my 2 week shift down South, and Hubs needs some quality time with his wife.  

As for our "alternative swinging lifestyle"?  Haha.  Can you still call yourself swingers if you have only had sex with each other for months on end? 

On the plus side, we did sneak out to the in-laws place and have sex on their front steps while they weren't home.  Maybe that makes us "naughty steppers" instead.