Page 58 of Indiscretion

Via Omaha.

I have my rental car booked and everything.

I’m not saying I don’t trust him. I’m sure if he says he will be in Omaha, and alone, that he’ll be there.

And alone.

So far, every other time I’ve surreptitiously checked up on him, times he doesn’t know about, he’s been exactly where he said he would be, and doing what he said he was doing.

I guess this is my protective-slash-stalker mode kicking in. I want to see his office in Nebraska. I’ve been to his apartment here in Washington, but I can tell he’s more comfortable coming to my place than he is me going there. He’s terrified someone will see me emerging from his apartment, and I haven’t bothered to remind him they could just as easily track him to my place.

I don’t want to scare him off.

Meanwhile…

That whole week, while texting and talking on the phone and video chatting with Elliot, I think about maybe warning him that I’m stopping by this weekend, because this is a step beyond anything I’ve done so far…

And yet, I don’t.

There’s no reason for me not to trust him. It’s not even a trust issue.

That’s what I tell myself.

I’ve already used Google Earth to check out the area around Elliot’s Nebraska office and practically have it memorized. The surrounding businesses, other than the gym, will be closed by the time I arrive.

I’ve even located his favorite local pizzeria I’ve heard about from him. It’s only a couple of blocks from his office. Apparently, he orders from them nearly every time he’s home, because they deliver, and it’s run by a guy he went to high school with. I’m looking forward to trying it.

Really, Idotrust him.

Trust, but verify.

He’s never given me any reason not to believe he’s somewhere he isn’t. Still, I haven’t checked out Omaha in person.

Once I do, I know it’ll quiet that last little annoying voice deep inside me that doesn’t want to shut up. The one that keeps telling me there’s another shoe about to drop.

The truth is, the only “bad” thing about Elliot so far is that he doesn’t want it getting out that he’s in a monogamous kinky relationship with me.

Iam his biggest secret.

Which is both a source of pride to me…and sucks.

Because damn, I’d love to take him to California and introduce him to my parents.

The certainty I felt about him that first weekend has only grown stronger by the day.

Elliot’s flying to Omaha on Friday and will spend the afternoon and evening there meeting with constituents before he attends a campaign event. He has two events on Saturday, in the morning and afternoon, nothing after that. He told me he’s planning on locking himself in his office after that and going through prep material, paperwork he needs to handle for the local office, and minutiae such as that. Sunday afternoon, he’ll fly back to DC.

On the same flight I’m on.

Yes, I planned it that way.

One of the sucky things about House reps, they’re running for re-election every other year. Juggling that with their duties at home and in DC means a hectic schedule in even years. So far, no one’s indicated they’re going to challenge him in the primary. It’s too soon to tell if he’ll face a serious GOP challenger in the general.

I can’t tell if he’s hoping to win or hoping to lose.

If he loses, I’ll be giving serious thought to relocating to Omaha. I’m sure I can still work remotely, and they have an international airport that can get me anywhere I need to go.

Or maybe I can talk him into finally leaving Nebraska and moving in with me here in DC, or anywhere else he wants to live.