Comments on: Getting “Caught in the Act” http://blog.datehookup.com/getting-caught-in-the-act/ By Dustin, founder of DateHookup.com Wed, 21 Sep 2011 23:09:01 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Pete http://blog.datehookup.com/getting-caught-in-the-act/comment-page-1/#comment-218 Pete Mon, 14 Dec 2009 22:27:28 +0000 http://blog.datehookup.com/?p=695#comment-218 Maybe I'm careless. Maybe I'm an exhibitionist. Either way, I've had a couple of walk-ins that were... challenging. The first was in high school. I was 17, maybe 18. My high school sweetheart and I were at my house and had undressed and were in bed. We were curious and had engaged in a little bondage play, but it really was just that. We were mad about each other, and probably would have done anything we thought the other could possibly be interested in. There had been some play with handcuffs, but they were on my bedside table. Without any warning, my door opened and my mum poked her head in. She had left work early and had come home. My girlfriend was mortified. After a very short period of fumbling, she scooted out the door and on her way home, avoiding my mum who was now in her own room. I stayed in my room, dreading the ride to my evening appointment that my mum would drive me to. On the way to the appointment, after what felt like an eternity of silence, my mum says, "I hope you are at least being careful." Without missing a beat, I replied, "the keys were on the table." The second time was a year later when my brother walked in on me with a new girlfriend. After realizing what was happening, he left for a moment and returned with a handful of shaving cream, which he unleashed upon us. Maybe I’m careless. Maybe I’m an exhibitionist. Either way, I’ve had a couple of walk-ins that were… challenging. The first was in high school. I was 17, maybe 18. My high school sweetheart and I were at my house and had undressed and were in bed. We were curious and had engaged in a little bondage play, but it really was just that. We were mad about each other, and probably would have done anything we thought the other could possibly be interested in. There had been some play with handcuffs, but they were on my bedside table.

Without any warning, my door opened and my mum poked her head in. She had left work early and had come home. My girlfriend was mortified. After a very short period of fumbling, she scooted out the door and on her way home, avoiding my mum who was now in her own room. I stayed in my room, dreading the ride to my evening appointment that my mum would drive me to.

On the way to the appointment, after what felt like an eternity of silence, my mum says, “I hope you are at least being careful.”

Without missing a beat, I replied, “the keys were on the table.”

The second time was a year later when my brother walked in on me with a new girlfriend. After realizing what was happening, he left for a moment and returned with a handful of shaving cream, which he unleashed upon us.

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