Update

Okay, things are better.  Sort of.  We talked to Lady on Tuesday, and I think we're at a better understanding.  We haven't been completely discounted, but... she isn't ready to commit.  And that's fine.  Finding out yesterday that she had continued to sleep with another person (the "other man") that she's considering, well, hurts, but... All is fair in love and war, I suppose.

And it makes me very happy that she saw through the boy.  Apparently, he came over again on Monday and "proceeded to try to hump my leg."  We won't be seeing any more of that boy.  (Yes, the man and the boy are two different people.  The boy is gone.  The man is not.)

And I feel like I need to relate my weekend,  So much happened in the past three days.  It was supposed to be a fabulous weekend.  Our online friend, B, was going to drive up and spend Friday and Saturday with Lady.  Lady had planned all sorts of things for us to do.  (Now, I do have to preface this story with the knowledge that B - and the rest of us - are into BDSM.  There was every intention that there would be beatings.  Oh yes.)
Friday night, we dressed up and went to a concert.  An excellent concert, where Lady and B drank a lot, I drank very little (because I was wearing a corset,) and Alpha drank not at all (because he was the designated driver.)  We went to the Piano Room and tossed off a few more (and the corset,) and had a brief karaoke moment.  By the time we got back to Lady's place at 2am, it was tacit that Alpha and I would/could stay the night.  And testing Lady's new chair landed me in the middle of a spanking spree at the hands of Alpha and Lady.  Eeep!
Oh, what a spanking!  Damn, I love spankings.  I don't know how long it lasted.  (Not long enough.)  I do know that I cry a lot.  And I have this tendency to pull away from hits, even if I want them.  At one point, I was on my knees, facing backwards in the chair, Lady was straddling my back to force my ass back into position so that she and Alpha could continue to hit me.  There was a crop and a fuzzy thing involved.  It surprised me how intense it was.  B told me that she was impressed at how much I took, which surprised me even more.  'Cause B is hard core.
And to add a cherry to the top of the pretty spanking, I still have bruises!  Now, I do not mark.  Ever.  And my ass is still purple and mottled and bruised.  This makes me very happy.

Saturday, we woke up and finally left the house at noon or so, to go to the market.  We trotted around and looked at all the foreign things, the veggies, the crafty doo-dads.  Super awesome, and I will totally have to go back for produce when I have cash in hand.  Got through two of four floors of an enormous antique store before I essentially collapsed.
We had a quick late-afternoon meal at a tapas joint, and homemade ice cream at a local place that I'm a little obsessed with.  Then we were on our way home to shower and change, and head over to a friends' house for more serious beatings.  This friend has an enormous dungeon full of fun things, and we were going to take full advantage - The friend was going to beat on Lady, then the friend and Lady were going to beat on B, and then Lady and Alpha were (hopefully) going to beat on me.  There were going to be floggings, and spankings, and ball gags, and rope, and nakedness.  And still floating on the last evening's spanking, I was fully expecting the roughest scene I'd ever experienced.  (Note, I didn't say there would be sex.)

And then, in the car, B got a phone call.

A devastating call.  A family member had been seriously injured.  There was talk of brain damage, spinal cord injuries, and ambulances.  B began to sob, and all we could do was drive on to Lady's house, and hope it wasn't as bad as it sounds.
It was.

With very little news to go on, we decided to stay at Lady's for the moment.  Not visiting the other friend tonight.  No beatings.  Lady started going through a box (she recently moved,) and showing B her family photos.  Alpha helped B make tea.  I took a nap.  Which in retrospect, feels rather callous, but I didn't feel like I could do anything for her.  And I needed it.
Eventually, Alpha woke me and said, B is going to drive home now.  We're going to drive home and take care of our dogs.  And Lady is going to recover from entertaining us.
Alpha and I vacillated - we still wanted to go over to the friend's house for beatings, but it didn't seem right.  I was exhausted anyway, but... after an hour or so at home, we tried to get in touch with him, but he didn't answer.  So we spent the night at home, at our respective computers, with ice cream and pasta.

Today, I feel better, but B's family is no better off.   I hope we can take a breath, and have a long, lazy session of rope and flogging.  With any luck, I'll be rewarded with a few more bruises and a nice release of endorphins.