A Fickle Bitch and the Masturbatory Tale

Great title if I do say so myself, unfortunately it's not nearly as interesting as it sounds. Musicman may say I am a fickle bitch on occasion, but it's not me I'm talking about.

Mother Nature is the fickle bitch, one that could surely use a good spanking. Over the weekend we finally had some warm weather, very summer like 70's and even hit 80 one day. Today? Today it was in the 30's and we have received several inches of new snow. Sigh, I really am so tired of winter, as I imagine most of us in this country are.

So, if anyone sees her, please send her to the corner until we are able to locate someone willing to take her over their knee for a good sound spanking. I think she has earned it.

As for the highlight of my day, and no, driving through a blizzard to work wasn't it, it's a masturbatory tale. No, it wasn't me.

I work with intellectually disabled senior citizens. At best, most of them have a mental age of a young teen, essentially they are little kids in old people bodies. They can be a lot of fun, but they all have their own special quirks. Don't we all?

We have a gentleman who particularly enjoys looking at magazines. The staff is usually quite careful about what magazines they give him, mostly nature type ones. Today however, someone wasn't paying attention and gave him one of the popular gossip mags that seem to be everywhere these days.

He enjoyed the pics of the girl in the bikini so much that he decided to expose himself and get busy. He did this in plain sight of anyone who cared to look his way. The male staff member that gave him the magazine was the first one to spot him, but was leery of approaching him. This particular client does not like him very much and has the potential to become violent, especially if you try to take his magazines away.

Guess who they recruited to take care of the situation? Yep, me. This particular client happens to like me and has never given me any problems. He has even been known to let me sit with him and share his magazines, something he doesn't let just anybody do. He cooperated and let me have the magazine and even tucked himself back in and zipped when I very matter of factly told him to.  Wish I could say this is the first time in my career I have had to address a situation like that, but it isn't.

Now, aren't ya'll glad I have decided to share more?