Bruiser’s husband turned 40 so she decided to host a party at their family cabin. As On My Terms, La La Lovely and I convoyed to the remote location, On My Terms got tired of following, so she passed La La Lovely and started following from the front. As we got closer to our destination we had no idea where we were and La La Lovely was nowhere in sight. “I guess following from the front doesn’t always work,” I told On My Terms.
We finally found the location and, since I didn’t have a birthday card, On My Terms generously offered up a picture of her nieces, covered in mud, “Just write on the back of this.” I did, and it was perfect.
Not so perfect, however, was a gift Bruiser’s husband once gave her: vibrating panties. “He thought they would be a really great idea. I could wear them anywhere, nobody would know. They had a little remote you would push and they would start vibrating and buzzing, loudly. Too loudly to wear anywhere and nobody would know.” “That’s a major buzzkill,” I told her.
I then realized, if we had convoyed with Bruiser, whether following from the front or behind, as long as she was leading us, pushing the remote, we would never lose her.