Working Monday was very interesting; I should say – shameful for some of our workers. Bill Laswell said once: “People are afraid of things they don’t understand. They don’t know how to relate it. It threatens their security, their existence …” My Prince was the victim of this saying. Although he wore his working suite (long sleeves) his allergy spots were still visible on his hands and while some people looked at it with disgust, the others even refused to shake hand with him. They were afraid it is contagious. Very stupid thinking for if it was, he surely wouldn’t come to work. The fear often blinds people’s mind making them dumb and ignorant. My Ivy was bothered and upset by their reaction and she, when Prince was occupied with administrative work in his office, went to them and “washed” them verbally saying that they behave primitively and idiotic and that they disappointed her very much. Lidija was one among them. When my Ivy confronted her too, she realized how wrong she behaved and she cried heavily asking my Ivy for forgiveness. She forgave her but she told her she didn’t expect it from her. Lidija also apologized to my Prince and asked him for forgiveness. Although my Prince didn’t resent them, he felt embarrassed and he hid his hands in pants pockets and under the table during executive board meeting. Boss noticed it and he told him:

- Son, I thought I told you to stay at home until your allergy goes away …

Prince: Sorry, dad. I thought you meant until the itching stops. I came to work because it stopped.

Ivy: Sir, some of our workers were disgusted seeing his allergy spots. I think he should stay at home until it completely passes away.

Boss: I agree with you, Ivy. (to Prince) - We don’t mind your allergy son, but you do and some people too. You will go home after this meeting and you will return to the work when your allergy goes away.

My Prince accepted his proposal. He would usually protest because he loves to work, but he agreed for he doesn’t want others to be disgust of him. Boss also told him that he lectured the business partner with whom my mom talked over the phone and who complained to him that my Prince didn’t fulfill his part of the deal. Boss reminded him that according to the contract, my Prince has full autonomy to select the tasks and duties and that he is not obligated to answer on every call. He also mailed the “reminder” to all of them naming specific topics from the contract about Prince’s rights and obligations.

After e.b. meeting they went home and she went on the interventions alone. She was doing it last three days while he only had briefing with his team after which he went home. We missed him very much and we called him whenever we could just to hear his voice. When we came home after the work we were inseparable. He spent time with our parents or at home playing his guitar, cooking for Ivy and me and swimming in the sea on our beach. His allergy withdrew today and he will return to the work tomorrow. Ivy’s hand also healed and she’s fully “operational”.

My boss and I had two small meetings and Ivy was our body guard. We had no incidents. I missed to see my Prince on the meetings and although I did a good job presiding them, I could do better if he was present. I also studied hard for tomorrow’s oral exam in business German and I will suck. It is little bit better than my French, but still bad. I will surely get “C”. It’s Triloque’s fault. He cursed me.  If you don’t believe me, check my profile wall from Monday. “Jokes aside” as he copyrighted his saying and as he used to say, I can’t do better. I’m not good in French and German as I am in English and Italian.

A phenomena happened to my Prince. We don’t know the reason and the cause but we found it funny and amusing. Namely: he became very ticklish only on the right side of the body. Laying on the bed in Tuesday evening and cuddling after wild sex under the shower after martial arts training I kissed his right side of the neck. It tickled him and the whole right side of his body shuddered. I was surprised because he never reacted that way. I kissed him again and he reacted the same. My Ivy lightly touched his right side ribs and he was ticklish and shuddered. Oh, my, we gave him hard time. We “attacked” his right side of the body with kisses and he defended telling us to stop while we laughed hard whenever we managed to kiss him and when we saw his hairs standing up and straight. Ivy and I like it. We found new entertainment. LOL.

Our morning routine returned to jogging again. Since temperatures are below 15 C early in the morning, we couldn’t swim in the sea and we decided to jog until it goes higher. But, the evenings are still the same: swimming in the sea because it is warm. Everything else remained the same. Do you still think we could go through the week without incidents? Hell, no. Incidents are “marked” in our weekly calendar like something that is unavoidable. What happened this time? There are 3 big trash containers near our house. Returning home from the morning jogging yesterday we saw a trash digger digging in the containers. The problem was that he took the trash out of the container and he threw it on the walking board. You see, the garbage men will not clean the trash outside of containers and plastic bags. My Prince decided to stay to see if he will return it back to the containers. Unfortunately for trash digger, he didn’t. When he finished with digging, he just continued to walk to the new ones, few dozens of meters away. My Prince told us to stay and he ran toward him. Catching him up, he stopped him and politely asked him to collect the garbage he threw on the walking board and put it back where it belongs to saying that the trash gathers rats, seagulls and cockroaches and similar. He also offered him a food. The trash digger refused his offer and didn’t want to do what he was requested. My Prince asked him once again. When he tried to walk away ignoring him, my Prince grabbed the plastic bags he held in his hands and threw them in the container. The trash digger swore him and call him names. Terrible mistake. After few second he was laying on the ground rolling over and moaning in pain. My Prince forced him to collect the garbage and when he did it, he let him go. It’s fucking unbelievable how some people rather like to be beaten then to obey polite request to fix the shit they made. My Prince is not only principal, but he is very clean and neat person too. He hates disorder, mess and dirt. I already told you this: I never saw him throwing a small piece of paper (chewing gum) or used napkin on the street. He always put it in his pocket and threw it in the garbage can when he saw one. My Ivy and I followed him doing the same. Before we met him, we didn’t care where we were throwing things. Anyway, he made my Ivy and me laugh when we saw him disinfecting his hands with alcohol and soaping them three times in the row. He said that the trash digger was not only smelly but sticky too.

Our sexual life also changed this week. Ivy and I got periods in Monday and we mostly fucked with each other. When we fucked my Prince under the shower we were careful to now to scratch him hard and deep. Damn! Controlling tripled lust, urge and need for sex sucks. We don’t like to be restrained, but if we want to fuck him, we must control or he will not have sex with us. Thank heavens our periods will last only one more day and we gonna fuck my Prince until we exhaust him.