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I caught every red light possible, every moron who's ever driven a car in his life was in my way and I had decided that the stuff people talk about in Lit Erotica stories about wiring up their houses for video and audio and all that were horse shit.
About the only thing I'd get good footage of would be me taking a crap and the kids stashing plastic bugs in our bed at night. They were little voice recorders that were voice activated. I went inside and the kids were running around, making more noise than it should be possible for such small packages to make, balanced against the TV which was blaring out the Odd Family, with it's grating and irritating voices.She hadn't been paying attention and was on the phone in the store, but she was there, and I had been exuberant about getting this thing in the car all the way home. I knew I had to get away from Deanna, and she had to feel some of my pain.She just wasn't listening -- in one ear and out the other. And not the touchy-feely kind where we all sit in a circle and hold hands and cry.My entire life with her, the kids, our day to day life. Well, it wasn't, but it was less than fifty percent of what she thought it should be. But what she'd bought me had zero thought put into it -- I already had a tracker for my bike -- my i Phone. I just need to go have a drink somewhere by myself or something." The inspiration just kept coming. I was building myself a wall that she wouldn't dream of trying to breach in the short term. I'd called and told her Simon was dropping me home, so she didn't need to wait up. I'm sure she'd need her sleep to recover from the pounding she'd gotten that afternoon, poor baby.Our lives together were based on routine, rote and unfeeling expectations. Deanna had been with me when I'd bought the mount for it. Now that I had plans in place, I needed to start other balls rolling.
Also, it requires wiring and computer skills I don't have.