I have been wanting to write about this for a while and this blog post may never see the light of day, but I am going to write it. Because I started it a long time ago, like others, I am not going to change the tense. But it’s not *current* since we are apparently no longer speaking. Amongst the turmoil of my time in Vegas over Labor Day 2024, were some bright spots. I got spanked by Elephant every day. I brought a suitcase full of uniform things and had hoped I might get to wear uniform for him twice, but given everything, it didn’t work out until Sunday, and just the once. I was able to change my flight from a Sunday night red-eye to a Monday night red-eye, otherwise I’m not even sure that would have happened.

Shortly after waking up, I received the following text from him: “Marie. I would like to meet at 3pm for what really *should* be your regular Sunday formal thrashing in strict school uniform. I will pick out your uniform when I get there.”