Sunday spanklet - Questions, questions.

What's Love our Lurkers day?

 Richard felt his heart stop. Karen was on the phone to him from the house

Ah nothing. I er don't know.

That's strange its mentioned in an e mail. It's from someone called HM. You left the screen open on the p.c. in the study when  you went to work. It just says, thanks for registering.

Ah, yes,well that's just some spam e mail I guess.

I'm not sure Richard, it says something about Happy Spanks at the end . That's a strange sort of e mail. Have you been porn surfing ?

No don't be silly darling. I don't do that sort of thing.

Well you must be the only man in Christendom that doesn't that's all I can say.

No seriously it's just rubbish.

Anyway I have sent HM an answering e mail from my laptop asking if I can register as well so let's just see what comes back. I'll see you tonight Darling.

Er, ok but honestly I'm sure its just spam. Bye sweetie.

 Richard put the phone down. He cupped his head in his hands. Fuck, fuck and doublee fuck, he swore under his breath. How could he have been so stupid?

He couldn't remember what else he had looked at on the p.c. last night. He was pretty sure that Karen did not know about History on Google but now might be the worst possible time for her to think about browsing and maybe go and ask one of her friends about it.

The rest of the day went slowly for Richard. He couldn't concentrate. He just wanted to get home and delete everything from the p.c. Why had he started a blog he questioned himself. Why couldn't he keep things to himself ? It might not be too late. He just had to get home but he couldn't be early. That would raise suspicions.

He shuffled papers all afternoon, unable to concentrate.

When he arrived home it appeared that HM had responded to Karen and she knew all about Richard and his previously undeclared sexual interests.