I realized after yesterday's post went up that I forgot the photo of the local "welcome wagon" that came to serenade us here at Yurt side, before we had that unexpected visitor. They did a great version of "Stairway to Heaven" as an encore.
Ultimately, we settled on an arrangement where the WC can use certain trademarks and copyrights of our former vast media empire until some time that we might return from exile and reclaim them. So keep an eye out for a knock-off version of UCTMW authored by someone who has trouble using spellcheck showing up on a computer screen near you soon.
Actually, if his wife B wants to require the WC to sign that contract of ours, she's welcome to it. the WC might benefit from following my "No Touch" rule for a while. ANd think of all the money he'd save on lubricant!
After our negotiations were completed, WC was headed back to the local airstrip for his long trip home. God speed, big guy!
This morning, I'm off on my Yak to a nearby village to mediate a dispute about whether a local "doctor" screwed up when asked to turn a teenager into a eunuch for a tribal war lord's harem guard. Apparently they don't bother with cock cages in these parts.
If I'm lucky, she made get a few more lessons on pleasuring the male tool, which usually inure to my benefit.
We will keep you updated.