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futile. Percy offers to help but I know it
will be in vain. This causes me to laugh, as I voice a demure suggestion now
and then. These are met with the devilish stare of Wilmer’s.
The minutes pass by -- our
office is now in a state of disarray. Boxes strewn about. Papers tossed about.
Chairs flung about. Mr. Cromwell is a veritable nutcase. His usually composed,
collected face is now reddened and steaming. Percy Sullivan, that blubberboy,
accidentally steps into the possessed Wilmer’s path and finds himself knocked
brutally to the floor with a thud and a skid. After rolling on the ground for a
minute or two, attempting to upright himself, Percy manages to find his feet as
he scurries off to his office, shutting the door. Cromwell turns his psychotic
eye to me. My shoulders shrug sympathetically. He storms into his office,
yelling all the while. Cursing, swearing, abusing. The noise has attracted an
unwanted visitor. Ellington Fairfield.
Our resident paranoid lawyer
stands in the doorway, peering at the wreckage, looking like a lout. What’s
going on? He asks me. Just to have a little fun, I whisper to him, “GET
OUT! HE’S GOT A GUN! RUN!” Ellington’s eyes bulge five times their normal size
(which are already bug-like). The frightened man turn tails and runs down the
hall without waiting for a second opinion. I hear him pounding on the elevator
buttons. Help! Help! Madman! Help!
Sexkitten69 has messaged me
again. It’s my turn. Another productive day.
Fortuna the Roman goddess of
fortune is on my side today. I’ve won three straight games of Go Fish! and
there’s no sign of slowing down. It would seem that in the absence of that
infernal clanking, my brain is sharper, more alert and perceptive. Sagacious.
The only noise I heard today
at lunchtime was the sound of Mr. Cromwell’s fuming; perhaps even a sob or two
if I’m not mistaken. The periodic pounding of fists on the desk. The kicking of
a chair. The swearing of a madman. These are sounds which I adore. They’re
soothing and much welcome. I’m on top of the world, king of the earth.
Bingo! Sexkitten69 has three
sevens she’s trying to squirrel away. I take them all in one arrogant motion,
winning the game in spectacular fashion. She logs off immediately – and this is
how I know the victory is well earned… There is ecstasy in the room. A bubbling
effervescence. Some magical dust sprinkling down upon my soul. And this is
further evinced by the next act of luck…
Natasha walks by my office
window, casting a furtive eye in my direction. The bliss swells around my body,
uncontrollably, undeniably, resulting in the almost unconscious raising of my
hand – as I watch it perform a near wavelike motion, my lips grinning with
delight. But it wasn’t enough. Natasha averts her gaze and walks right on by.
Perhaps I’m breaking her down. Removing those hostiles barriers. Winning her
over… She’s wearing another white, formfitting blouse. Her hair is flowing
freely today. It sways gently as she hurries off.
This feeling is a strange one.
A strange situation more like it. This Natasha adventure. I no longer have
true, lustful feelings for her. There’s no sexual tension in me yearning for
her body. All I desire is to paint and draw that fabulous figure. It’s just
asking to be depicted, artfully mind you. The utter elegance and majestic
movements of the physique. Perfect… I put my foot on the desk, kicking back in
my chair until I’m looking at the ceiling. I’m Detective Sam Spade waiting for
the beguiling vixen to enter. I’m waiting to be seduced and beguiled. I’m
waiting to be taken advantage of… These are the things that keep me up at
night.
With the clanking gone, my
mind is free to be as it once was. Unhindered. As a result, the fantasies have
returned in stunning abundance. I envision Natasha more intricately in her
roles. She’s swindling a lot of powerful men out of a lot of their dough. She
wants protection and so,
will be in vain. This causes me to laugh, as I voice a demure suggestion now
and then. These are met with the devilish stare of Wilmer’s.
The minutes pass by -- our
office is now in a state of disarray. Boxes strewn about. Papers tossed about.
Chairs flung about. Mr. Cromwell is a veritable nutcase. His usually composed,
collected face is now reddened and steaming. Percy Sullivan, that blubberboy,
accidentally steps into the possessed Wilmer’s path and finds himself knocked
brutally to the floor with a thud and a skid. After rolling on the ground for a
minute or two, attempting to upright himself, Percy manages to find his feet as
he scurries off to his office, shutting the door. Cromwell turns his psychotic
eye to me. My shoulders shrug sympathetically. He storms into his office,
yelling all the while. Cursing, swearing, abusing. The noise has attracted an
unwanted visitor. Ellington Fairfield.
Our resident paranoid lawyer
stands in the doorway, peering at the wreckage, looking like a lout. What’s
going on? He asks me. Just to have a little fun, I whisper to him, “GET
OUT! HE’S GOT A GUN! RUN!” Ellington’s eyes bulge five times their normal size
(which are already bug-like). The frightened man turn tails and runs down the
hall without waiting for a second opinion. I hear him pounding on the elevator
buttons. Help! Help! Madman! Help!
Sexkitten69 has messaged me
again. It’s my turn. Another productive day.
Fortuna the Roman goddess of
fortune is on my side today. I’ve won three straight games of Go Fish! and
there’s no sign of slowing down. It would seem that in the absence of that
infernal clanking, my brain is sharper, more alert and perceptive. Sagacious.
The only noise I heard today
at lunchtime was the sound of Mr. Cromwell’s fuming; perhaps even a sob or two
if I’m not mistaken. The periodic pounding of fists on the desk. The kicking of
a chair. The swearing of a madman. These are sounds which I adore. They’re
soothing and much welcome. I’m on top of the world, king of the earth.
Bingo! Sexkitten69 has three
sevens she’s trying to squirrel away. I take them all in one arrogant motion,
winning the game in spectacular fashion. She logs off immediately – and this is
how I know the victory is well earned… There is ecstasy in the room. A bubbling
effervescence. Some magical dust sprinkling down upon my soul. And this is
further evinced by the next act of luck…
Natasha walks by my office
window, casting a furtive eye in my direction. The bliss swells around my body,
uncontrollably, undeniably, resulting in the almost unconscious raising of my
hand – as I watch it perform a near wavelike motion, my lips grinning with
delight. But it wasn’t enough. Natasha averts her gaze and walks right on by.
Perhaps I’m breaking her down. Removing those hostiles barriers. Winning her
over… She’s wearing another white, formfitting blouse. Her hair is flowing
freely today. It sways gently as she hurries off.
This feeling is a strange one.
A strange situation more like it. This Natasha adventure. I no longer have
true, lustful feelings for her. There’s no sexual tension in me yearning for
her body. All I desire is to paint and draw that fabulous figure. It’s just
asking to be depicted, artfully mind you. The utter elegance and majestic
movements of the physique. Perfect… I put my foot on the desk, kicking back in
my chair until I’m looking at the ceiling. I’m Detective Sam Spade waiting for
the beguiling vixen to enter. I’m waiting to be seduced and beguiled. I’m
waiting to be taken advantage of… These are the things that keep me up at
night.
With the clanking gone, my
mind is free to be as it once was. Unhindered. As a result, the fantasies have
returned in stunning abundance. I envision Natasha more intricately in her
roles. She’s swindling a lot of powerful men out of a lot of their dough. She
wants protection and so,
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