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Games of Chance

I love a good game of chance. At least, in theory, I love a good game of chance. But it’s like impact play, really. It’s really hot to think about it. I don’t actually know why that is. But, then when the time approaches, I get very nervous and if I wasn’t careful, would excusify my way out of it happening. Then of course when it’s happening, well… instantly after, just… wow. Too many levels to unpack right this instant.

close up photo of a wooden roulette
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There’s just a lot wrapped up in that.

These games of chance with Charmer are similar. I love the idea. I love the thought of totally random, unplanned games that can be everything from fun to super challenging.

When she walked out that morning and put down the dice, getting her tea, I pretended I didn’t see it. There simply wasn’t any other reason to wander out first thing in the morning with a D&D die – and I was now in that nervous stage, wondering what was up.

[Charmer: Ha. I wanted you to see it and wonder…]

Maybe if I ignore it, she’ll forget? Ha!

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10s Rule (Part II)

Read Part I here.

We’re less than a few minutes into this and I can feel that it’s this accumulation thing that is going on. I can tell it’s going to get harder and harder to keep my head straight, especially with the 10s break rule. It’s not a very long time, and I can already tell you that the internal… squeeze is going to get to the point where it’s not enough time to reset.

In fact, now only about 4 minutes in, we’re at that point.

Every edge we hit, I’m struggling to get back under control before things start up again, either by your hand (which, of course, is never late) or mine. Mine requires my head and body to get their respective shit together and recover… in 10s.

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10s Rule

“Could you please unlock your phone and give it to me? I need to borrow it… ”

Seems pretty odd, you have your phone in your hand literally as we speak. But I hand over my phone and look at you with that inquisitive look of “what’s up?”

You tap away a bit, then smile. “There,” you say.

“Where?” I ask. I clearly don’t understand.

You look up and grin. “I know how much you love me edging you. And I know how much I love watching you edge yourself. I also know how much you hate… performing for me. But, alas, that sounds like a YOU problem.”

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