Prince and I have to be apart for a month. He has promotional things and some filming. I was unable to schedule my work around his. He acted fine with it, telling me how proud he is of all the work I've been getting.I know he's secretly disappointed. You can pick up on these things the longer you know someone. But at the end of thirty days we'll get to spend three days together before being apart for thirty more days . I really screwed up my scheduling, in addition to having a lot work.

HIs things are all laid out, ready to be packed, so I decide to help by packing them. Grace scolds me for doing things like this because I'm not on the payroll.

On the other hand I know Prince is a busy and important person. He needs help making sure everything runs smoothly and as his doting girlfriend I'm willing to do whatever I can because I love him.

As I zip up the last suitcase Prince says,"You're so good to me, Sweetheart."

"I hid thirty notes in your luggage. One for each day we're apart. Try not to read them all in one night, like I know you have before." I laugh.

"But Baby, I love your notes. They become part of my evening routine:shower, brush my teeth, read whatever notes I found that day. Some of them I think you have Grace write, though."

"No, Sexy. They're all me." I whisper in my breathiest, hottest voice.

"Even the one that said :' I thought of how you look into my eyes as you touch my skin. Then I got so horny, I used my vibrator until the batteries died'?"

"Did you like it?" I giggle.

"I laughed so hard .It was fun though. But I need my going away party today."

"I know that! Why else would I be all dressed up like this?"

After my workout this morning, I'd taken a shower and did my makeup. Then it was onto the hair: I'd styled it so it was even wavier than usual. I'd just learned how to do it. As for clothes, I'd chosen a couple things from purple hangers that hold the For Prince's Eyes Only section of my closet: a white low cut clingy sweater and rather short tight purple skirt, both of these garments are too skimpy to wear in public. The finishing touches are a really nice perfume, heels and that lovely cross necklace he gave me. It's become my go to necklace. In part because he has the cutest smile when he see me wear it.

"You look perfect. Shame I have to leave you behind. Every man wants you." He embraces me. This super soft sweater gets me lots of hugs.

Certainly, I was the last to know about that. "Hector will keep them away, even though I don't want them. I only want you, Prince."

"Don't forget:that is the sexiest thing you can say." Prince gets my sweater off and grins when he sees the lavender lace bra that barely covers my nipples. My skirt drops to the floor, my panties are lavender lace too.  Prince climbs on the bed with me and plays with my hair. "I like this hairstyle." he comments "Let's see, how am I going to ravish my gorgeous girlfriend today?"

"You're going to have to take off some clothes first, Sugar" I reply.

"I'm going to miss you bad."

"Show me"

His clothes end up in a heap. I discard my panties and bra.

Over the next two hours (!) we have our way with one another. Every whim fulfilled. Multiple positions explored. No square inch of his or my skin goes without being caressed. Our breathing grows heavier. Our pulses quicken. There's nibbling, licking, ass grabbing. My breasts receive plenty of his attention. Prince finds himself basically in total control of the situation, because he always lasts longer than I do. But I'm keeping up well. There'll be time to rest later. Not that long into our fun he'd looked at me with a smile and said,"You're going to come." I was skeptical but as soon as he said that, I did.

We climax and come a lot. Our sheets stain with reminders of our love. I feel a big orgasm about to come over me,"PRINCE! DON'T HOLD BACK! DON'T YOU DARE!" I yell

He certainly listens to instruction! We fall back on the bed gasping for breath. "Think that will last you?" He smirks.

"My whole body hurts." I groan.

Prince kisses me tenderly,"You were incredible,Penelope."

"You're so good, I think you wrote the book on sex."

He laughs.

Sadly in a couple hours I have to say goodbye to him. I even go to the airport with him. Then it's back home to soak my sex weary muscles in the tub and go to bed.

Today's shoot is bound to be fun. I'm shooting some drag queens at the venue they typically perform. When I get there one in a fabulous red wig runs over to me and gives me big hug. "Penelope!" He screams happily.

"Hello. Do I know you?" I ask.

"You probably don't recognize me. I'm Gary. My drag name is Virtue."

Grace used to date him. They are just friends now.  He based his drag character on her. I was friends with him too until we lost touch once I met Prince. Gary is accountant by day. 

"Didn't I tell you, you'd find a man?" Gary/Virtue continues,"Look at you! Thin, nice makeup, classy outfit. You look like a star yourself!"

"Thank you. But have another ten pounds to lose." I reply

"From where?" Gary is incredulous.

"I hide it well."

"I should say so!"

Then I am introduced to the rest of "The Queens" as I collectively call them. Gary says to another queen, "Cora, this is our photographer."

"Hello, I'm Penelope." I say

"I'm Cora Set and bad with names, Princess." Cora tells me. With that, I've earned a nickname because everyone Minnesota knows Prince and I are a couple. I don't mind the nickname too much. I have a lot of fun at the shoot. It was nice to see Gary again. Gary invites me to tonight's drag show and tells me to bring Grace.

"Hector here has to come too." I say."He's my bodyguard."

"The more, the merrier"Gary says.

I'm grateful to be going to the drag show tonight. Otherwise, I'd be at home all by myself (well, with Hector) missing Prince. The hard part is knowing we'll be apart for a month. Gary, I mean, Virtue takes the stage. Even though his character is based on Grace, it comes across as a blend of Mae West and Rita Hayworth. It's easy to see why he's a star here. He's amazing. Cora's act is more modern and well done too.. Overall the show is pretty fun. Even Hector smiles. He wasn't too thrilled about coming.

"Let's go backstage,"says Grace.

"I have nothing else to do. Prince won't be calling for a while yet." I say.

We have no problem getting backstage. It's not like it's some big act. Of course being the most notorious photographer in Minnesota helps. The Queens are getting their costumes off. Gary says,"There's this club called Phobia that some of us go to after the shows. Would you all like to come with us?" When he's not in drag, he's really hot.

I still have time before Prince's phone call. I don't want to be home alone reminded of all the days apart to go. I agree to go.

We go to the club. The music is blaring. And isn't my thing. Everyone knows what my preferred music is. All the clubbers are dressed wild compared to my modest red knee length dress. Cora introduces me to some people as "Princess." Some of the clubbers have fake names. Including a pretty blonde who calls herself "Bunny Hefner". I have to try not to laugh at that one. Bunny smells like Obsession and malt liquor. Looking at her, I'm quite certain any ID she has is fake. Also there's an aura of impending doom around her, if you ask me.

Some couples are being a bit too friendly in dark corners. They should at least do it in the bathroom.

A man walks over to Bunny and says" I'll give you $100 if you get in that cage right now and dance."

"Thank you so much Daddy" She gushes

"Oh, what the Hell. I'll throw in another $20. Help you out."

I watch Bunny dance. Her whole body must be double jointed. She is good. I cannot get over how naive she seems. There's something about her that makes me want to care for her.

"Gary, what's her story?" I ask.

"Probably some underage whore. Once I saw her sit on that man's lap, call him 'Daddy' and he gave her $50" Gary says.

Gary, Grace and I keep talking. Bunny eventually gets to stop dancing. She collects her money and orders a beer. "Do you have boyfriend?" I ask her. I know if I even thought about dancing in a cage, Prince would have a fit.

She giggles,"I'm trying to start a modeling career. Be a famous Playmate. The only man I have time for is my manager. " Grace dubiously raises an eyebrow. 

I drink some water and watch Grace dance with Gary. I used to wish I'd met him before she did. They really loved each other the four months they were a couple. He adored her. When they decided to start having sex he told her,"If you get pregnant,I'll want to marry you, because that's how I am". Their love making was sweet. She never dominated him. I used to leave my bedroom door open a bit so I could listen. I dreamed of a man making love like that to me. I'm getting aroused just thinking about it.A typical Grace and Gary rendezvous went something like this:

"I love you, Grace" Gary would say.

"I love you too" Grace replied.

"You're the finest woman on Earth."

"Shall I take my clothes off?"

"Please do."

Then the moaning would start. "Mmm...Gary! You know how to stroke a tit!" Both of them would groan so contentedly. There would be murmurs of sweet nothings and praising various body parts. Once Gary yelled out,"I LOVE YOU BODY AND SOUL!" I cried that night, wanting dearly to be loved like that. I used to pray for that kind of love before I gave up hope and dating altogether. I gave up a few months before meeting Prince. If Grace got back with Gary, it'd be one of the best decisions she ever made. I wish they would get back together. Just the way they look at each other...

Bunny downs a second bottle of beer and kisses my cheek! I'm shocked! Hector pulls her away. "STAY AWAY FROM HER!"He insists.

"Let's go Hector,I've got to go home and be there for Prince's phone call." I say.

"Tell him I said 'Hi'" says Bunny with a giggle before snorting a line of...something. "Ahh...all better." She says. No one has ever done drugs in my presence before

I will not tell Prince I met someone who calls herself "Bunny Hefner". Hector takes me to the ladies' room and wipes Bunny's pink lipstick off my cheek.

I come home and sit by the phone. Waiting...waiting...waiting until it rings.

"Hi, Sugar! I miss you so much!" I squeal into it.

"Hello Princess." Prince says sarcastically. He never calls me that. How does he know what The Queens call me? Maybe Hector thought it was funny and told him. "What have you been doing today?"

"I photographed some drag queens." I tell him about already knowing Gary. I leave out the part about Gary being hot and me listening to the sex on purpose. I do mention the drag show.

"Anything else?" he asks in an I-already-know-way

I admit to going to the club. I don't mention Bunny. But I tell him everything else.

"It's getting late. Goodnight. Remember, I'm not even going to think about being with a party girl." He says calmly before he hangs up. I don't know what he means by saying that. And when does one night drinking water at a club while watching your friends dance make you a "party girl"?

All the daily calls I get after that are strained, as though "Call Penelope" is another item on the To Do list. I try to be sexual,using all the dirty talk I can muster-but nothing seems to work.When there's mere days until we meet up again -then he's nicer. Maybe his work is stressing him out. I refuse to entertain the idea of another woman being around.

Happily, I catch a plane to see him for our three days together. It'll be just the two of us. When I enter his suite,Prince smiles, takes my hands, kisses my cheek and says,"It's nice to see you again, Penelope."

"I'm delighted to see you! Gonna give me a big hug?" I reply.

We hug. "You know I packed the first two things that are always on my list, right? Birth control pills and condoms." I comment.

Prince sighs and sits down. Normally that gets a rise out of him. "Penelope, we're not going to need those. We need to talk instead."

No sex? Maybe he's coming down with something. I feel his forehead. He looks at me like I'm nuts. "What are you doing?" He asks.

"I just wondered if you were getting a fever or something." I reply.

"I'm perfectly healthy. It's health we need to discuss."

"Okay. Did someone die?"

"No. I didn't want to say this over the phone because I wanted to say this in person: I love you but, I think for your health and mine, you ought to have an STD test."

I was NOT expecting that! I take a deep breath. Must not get mad. If Irate Penelope comes out, Angry Prince will too and it will not be nice "Why?"

"I need to make sure you don't have any diseases."

"Why would I have a disease?"

"Going out to clubs with drag queens and other strange people? And I don't know what you're doing? Seems like something that could happen. Especially at Phobia. If you're as smart as I know you are, you'll get tested."

He's accusing me of getting laid with someone else yet, he's calling me smart? As calmly as I can stand I reply,"I'll be happy to be tested if you get tested too. You know, for your health and mine."

His jaw hits the floor."Penelope, I don't need a test! I'M NOT THE ONE PARTYING WITH FOOLS AND DRAG QUEENS!"

That'd be a sight. Angry Prince is starting to come out, I'd better try to defuse this. I keep my cool as I say,"I'm sure if you got tested, it'd be negative. I trust you that much. Anything you want me to do, you should be willing to do yourself."

Neither of us says anything for awhile. I say,"Fine. I'll get tested. I guess this why you don't want to have sex with me."

"Actually I want sex with you. Badly. But I know better than to put myself at risk."Prince admits.

"I guess those kegels Grace insisted I do were for nothing." I reply as I disappear into the sitting area of the suite to try to read the Andy Warhol book I'd started on the plane.

Do you think Prince is overreacting about Penelope going out?