Chapter 5

From: Just Plain Bob

To: Christina

Sent: Monday, August 28, 2006 7:41 PM

Subject: You

Not working today and the weather is great outside so even though the wife is at work I won't be able to spend as much time on the computer as I would like - too much yard work I'm behind on.

There has to be a BASWyou4. In BASWyou2 you gave an indirect promise to your fans that you would be back. I refer to your telling Steve that you only get wild and crazy at Christmas time and that if he were around for next Christmas... ?

I've already started the re-write on BASWyou3. Hope to have it done and to you for review sometime this week.

I've taken your advice and done two endings for "The Runaways." I can think of a half a dozen more but don't want to take the effort.

The weeds are calling, talk to you later.

Love,

Bob

From: Christina

To: Just Plain Bob

Sent: Tuesday, August 29, 2006 11:00 AM

Subject: If the CSA won?

Before I forget...

When you discussed your guest speaker schedule you mentioned that part of your presentation was that we would have been better off if the South had won. As an ex-History major I'm curious - what do you envision as the general outcome of a CSA win? Don't worry; I'm not giving you a homework assignment! Just a few sentences will do to give me something to think about.

Oh, and by the way, if I were in your class I'd sit up front in a mini and NO PANTIES! And I'd make sure you could see my hard nipples through my top. That wouldn't distract you, Professor, would it? Hey, I'm always willing to earn a little extra credit.

P. S. - Steve no longer works at my company.

Yours,

Chris

To: Christina

August 30, 2006

Long day at work. For a change nothing broke down, but the paper shipment did not arrive at 6 AM like it was supposed to. No paper and the press stands idle. Then comes the mad rush to play catch up when the paper does arrive.

I maintain that the Civil War was not fought over slavery, but for preserving the Union on the Northern side and in defense of States Rights on the Southern side. With McCormick's reapers and other mechanical farming inventions coming on the scene slavery would not have been economically viable much later than the early 1870's. When I state that we would be better off if the South had won I'm talking from a States Rights perspective. Take a look at the Federal Governments involvement in every aspect of your daily life and tell me that I'm wrong. I don't deny that the government does have a legitimate role to play, but NOT to the extent we see today.

No one could possibly predict what today would be like had the South won, but it very well could still be the United States of America only with a different set of political realities.

What has that got to do with fucking? Getting any lately? (I know, I'm bad, sorry).

Bob

From: Chris

August 31, 2006

I get what you are saying about States Rights... but what that means is that Virginia and South Carolina would still be fighting over who is the first among equals.

And, you're right... it has absolutely NOTHING to do with fucking! Forgive me for getting us off topic.

I've been reading your interracial stories. Interesting. I dated a couple of black guys in college. More important than cock size (and one of them WAS larger than normal) was all the baggage they brought with them - it was like they could never figure out who they were, or what they wanted to be. When they got with their friends they were totally different than the guy I thought I was dating. They adopted another persona. Then they would change again if they were the only Black in the crowd - another persona. It took all the fun out of going out with them because you never knew who you were with. Just another college guy? A militant? A homie? A rapper? A gangsta? Also - from personal experience - Black coeds did NOT like Black guys dating white girls and they made their feelings very obvious.

What has that got to do with anything? Well... there's this Black guy who works in our building on a different floor and he has been hitting on me. He is kind of cute - if you like bald heads.

Yours, Chris

From: Chris

September 2, 2006

Last night was First Friday and six of us girls went to the grand opening of a club. I do so love how an unattached female attracts attention. I bought my first drink, but that was the only one I bought. I spent three hours in the place and I don't believe thirty minutes was spent sitting at our table. I was kept out on the dance floor. By nine all the other girls had gone home and I was sitting in a booth with two very hunky guys and they had their hands all over me. When they asked me to go with them "to get some fresh air" I got up and willing went out to the parking lot with them. We were in the back seat, my blouse was unbuttoned and my panties were hanging from my left ankle when a police car pulled into the lot and started shining their spotlight on the parked cars. That cooled things off in a hurry so the three of us went back into the lounge. The boys tried to get me back outside when the cops were gone, but the mood had been ruined for me. When I got home and told hubby the story he wasn't very happy with me. He thinks I should have gone back out with them.

After our little man's bath hubby and I are planning a quiet night in -- reading our books and listening to the rain. (and if he behaves maybe I'll tell him some stories from my past).

The cute bald headed Black guy? Hubby and I have had hundreds of conversations over the years along the lines of "What if?" What would you do? What would you want me to do? How far would you go? How far would you like me to go? Etc. So what does it all mean? I don't know.

Yours, Chris

From: JPB

September 3, 2006

Did you review my re-write of BASWyou3? I'm thinking of grouping all of the stories and calling them The Christina Chronicles. Or how about The Continuing Adventures of My Favorite Slut Wife? You are, you know.

Yours (God, don't I ever wish)

Bob

From: Chris

September 6, 2006

Yes, I reviewed BASWC3 and I don't see anything that needs to change. After reading it I think I've been more than a little bit boring lately and I am falling below the bar I set for myself over the last two years. Hubby is in complete agreement and I guess you are too.

That's it! I'm just going to have to go out and slut myself to keep my favorite two men happy. Now, let me see what this mind of mine can come up with.

I vote for "The Continuing Saga of My Favorite Slut Wife." I do like that title for myself - now I just have to go out and earn it.

Love, Chris

From: JPB

September 8, 2006

Don't forget that for the next two weeks my contact will be sporadic as I will be standing in a classroom spouting politically incorrect things to impressionable young minds (I wonder what their faces would look like if in the middle of my spiel I started reading them BASWyou1).

Love, Bob

From: Chris

September 10, 2006

I will miss you as you are checking out all those loose, sexy coeds! Do I see a JPB tale set on campus in the near future?

While you are flirting with the young skirts my week will be the same-old, same-old... you know... sign on, read email. Coffee break. Get called to the executive conference room, lift my skirt, drop my panties, bend over the table and get taken by the executives, one after another. Salad for lunch. Keep the contractors happy with blow jobs at their desks. Spank the bad employees. Heavy traffic on the ride home. Just another day in the salt mines of corporate America.

Gee, where did that come from??? Just feeling in a funny mood. Hope to hear from you soon, but if I don't, I understand.

Love, Chris

From: JPB

September 10, 2006

OH God, it just hit me! You have given me another story. Wife comes home from work, hubby says, "How did your day go?" and wife says just what you said, "Oh, my day was the same old..." only THAT IS JUST WHAT HER DAY WAS LIKE and hubby just chuckles and says, "Yes dear, nice to know you still have a sense of humor after a long hard day." I can see the possibilities now. We make a hell of a team Love. So far you have given me three Christina's, The Early Years, Pillow Talk and now this. I'm all aflutter.

Bob

From: Chris

September 11, 2006

Wow! Very cool! Can't wait to read it. Oh, and don't forget (for hubby's sake) Bachelor Party Pub Crawl.

P.S. - You being "all aflutter" sounds like something I'd like to see.

Love, C

From: JPB

September 16, 2006

I have returned from Politically Correct Land and not a moment too soon. I despair at the sad state of education in this country. I know that the victors write the histories, but even so they do include some truth about the other side. You would never know it to talk with students taking college level history classes. One freshman even thought that Jefferson Davis was on the Union side in what my great-great-grandfather called The Late Unpleasantness. Jesus wept!!! Thirty-one students in the class and twenty-six believed that the sole purpose of the Civil War was to free the slaves. This even after I read to them Lincoln's own words where he said he would see the blacks remain in chains if it would preserve the Union. I've got to stop doing this. It drives me crazy.

While I was gone did you happen to get laid? By someone other than your hubby I mean?

Bob

From: Chris

September 16, 2006

I was hoping to have something hot and steamy to report to you and dearest hubby. I went out with two girls from the office (no, not Karen) for dinner and a little clubbing after work on Friday night. Unfortunately for my two favorite men, all the men I met were absolute gentlemen! What's up with that??? However, I did get business cards with invitations to call for "lunch, dinner, or whatever..." from two nice guys (one is married and said so right up front). They were both older and I thought that might be a nice change from my last couple of adventures, but they both had to leave! Bummer! Was there a good football game on TV or something?

Maybe next weekend???

I am NOT surprised by what you found in the classroom. What can you expect from "U.S. History" by Homer Simpson?

Here I am, wearing only a T-shirt nightie, hubby is over at the neighbor's watching football, and there you are. Nothing for it but to turn out the light and go to bed.

Love, C

From: JPB

September 17, 2006

You are an evil woman to treat me like that. Tell me that hubby is gone, all you have on is a T-shirt. You know I'm eating my heart out not being able to take advantage of the situation. The least you could do for me is to throw something on and go out and pick up a stud, get laid and then tell about it.

Bob

From: Chris

September 17, 2006

All I can do is write and tell you what is happening, or, as is the case lately, what isn't happening. I'll try to be sluttier! I promise! Even hubby came home last night, with a few too many beers under his belt, and mentioned something about marrying a Girl Scout! I made him pay dearly for my cookies!

From: JPB

September 22, 2006

You win! I let you talk me into an alternate ending to The Runaways and so far the feedback is running 80/20 in favor of the second ending.

Bob

From: Chris

September 24, 2006

See? Eight out of ten of us like a happy ending.

I had a fun night last night (sorry - no illicit sex - at least not yet). I went to a bar with two neighbors. One of them, her brother was playing in the band. The crowd (and it was a crowd) was WAY young, but we did get hit on a bunch and didn't have to pay for a drink all night. I had a chance to take a trip to the parking lot with a real cutie (even if I was twice as old as he was), but I WAS WITH NEIGHBORS and you know how I feel about messing around close to home.

The band invited us to go with them next Saturday night. They are playing at a wedding reception at a resort hotel and they said if we dress up nice we can crash it. I love wedding receptions - I can get so naughty at them. Cross your fingers sweetie, the dry spell might be over.

Yours, C

From: Chris

September 27, 2006

Wedding crashers - NOT! Jan - my neighbor whose brother is in the band - called last night to say she couldn't go this weekend. She said that something else popped up, but admitted that her husband didn't like the idea, which is a shame because my hubby LOVED the idea. In fact, hubby suggested that since the brother "Couldn't help but remember me" (isn't he a sweetie?) I could still go with him (the brother) getting me into the reception. I would really be flying solo so I have to think about it.

Love, C

From: JPB

September 28, 2006

I'm with Gary on this one (but then I am with him on all he wants you to do) and I do think flying solo is the way to go. I know how you feel about "close to home" and wouldn't having a neighbor lady being around cause you to be a little more circumspect? At best you would end up standing around waiting for her to do it first so she wouldn't be able to look at you in the coming weeks and go "tsk, tsk." Just don't do the brother in the band. If he has a big mouth sister could find out about you. I keep hearing from your public and the question of the day seems to be, "Is Christina doing anything lately?"