Madam has a dear friend, Mrs. O, and their friendship predates duckie by a long, long time. seriously, sometimes the two of them get going with inside jokes and stories from years ago and i’m just sitting there smiling like i understand what the hell they’re talking about.

doesn’t matter. i absolutely love Mrs. O. she’s an amazing lady, she’s incredibly fun to be around, and she’s coming to stay with us this weekend. i’m ridiculously excited!

she’s also much more of a night owl than Madam, which means after Madam heads to bed, Mrs. O and i will usually stay up late together. we’ll have a couple nightcaps, get comfortable, and she’ll tell me stories. and this woman has stories. she’s lived an interesting life, knows fascinating people, and has enough history with Madam that occasionally i learn things and think, “ohhhh, THAT explains something.”

there is one other thing about Mrs. O.

she likes sex.

a lot.

like, duckie-needs-to-pace-himself levels of a lot.

she has absolutely no problem making use of Madam’s property while she’s visiting, and keeping up with her can become something of an endurance event. i take pride in being useful, though, so i’ll be doing my very best to make sure our guest gets all the attention she wants while she’s here.

between the late nights, the drinks, the stories, and trying to keep Mrs. O thoroughly entertained, i have a feeling i’m going to need a recovery day after she leaves.

wish this duck luck!!!