“That’s it, really…”

Mistress has just called from Her car on the way out the office to go and pick up the kids. Our conversation was fairly brief. She’s got a lot of work to do so has carried some work home – She might do that this evening or early tomorrow morning, She’s on Her way to get the kids. “That’s it, really”, She concluded Her update. “OK”, I said, and our conversation ended.

A few days ago this conversation would not have possible without talking about Dave – She’d have told me what they’d cracked about through the day, and what their next plan was – possible date or fuck session. But not today. Today there was that pregnant silence at the end of the conversation. Needless to say I didn’t ask, and won’t ask, any questions.

Dave sent Her crack this morning, so I know they’ve been in touch.

When She told me of Her decision to go private with their relationship She specifically said that She wanted us to be able to live and talk without him always coming into it, or his name always coming up. He was ‘too dominant’ in our lives, She felt. She wants us to live and enjoy in our own right, and not have him as the be all and end all of everything.

So this is Her attempt at achieving that.

It might work for Her. But the absence of news about him is just as significant if not more so than the presence of news about him.

Tomorrow is his last day at work before he goes off on holiday for a few weeks, so it’ll be interesting to see how those few weeks go – there won’t be any pregnant silence because the two of them won’t be in touch. She’ll start to leave Her crackberry at home.