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her
well there.
M.D. loved wine. Each week, he would
teach Kim about wines, how the vintage, the region, the grape, the
soil, and the weather affected the color, the aroma, and the taste.
He was a part owner of a small winery in South Africa. She often
fantasized about trips to South Africa with him, going to his
winery before going on safari. Kim even went so far as to buy the
book Out of Africa to fire up her imagination. She always found
herself slightly drunk after each session.
“ M.D. doesn’t mind I’m a
lightweight,” Kim once explained. “I’m friskier that
way.”
Kim looked forward to their
rendezvous.
Kim and I were so engrossed in
conversation that we were almost hit by a cab while crossing the
street to her apartment. She gave the taxi her middle finger and
continued with her conversation.
“ I mean, sometimes, thinking
about him is so distracting that I forget about work. It’s like
WACC, then M.D. Then PV01, then M.D. I wonder, is this deal
accretive or dilutive? Then I think, is MD accretive or dilutive?
It’s just so funny sometimes.”
Kim worked in mergers and
acquisitions. Her role was to value companies, analyze their
financials, assess their strengths given the valuations, and decide
what strategy (buy, sell, or spin off a business) would make the
company most cost-efficient and competitive. Her job was different
than mine as it was more transaction-oriented. I essentially just
moved money around and capitalized on the gains.
“ Silly girl,” I
said.
“ What will I wear tonight? I
wonder if my roommate is going to be home tonight? Do I have food
at home? Cheese and crackers? And I can’t forget to go get the
Rioja. Shit. I should have gotten it at the store,” Kim said in one
long diatribe.
“ You talking to me,
Kimmie?”
Kim laughed. “So funny. I was talking
out loud, baby. I only have three more hours until I see
him.”
When she wasn’t dating anyone, they
would meet every day that they could. Sometimes, when her roommate
was away at an on-site consulting job, they would meet at her small
apartment before work. She would wake up early in the morning and
prepare him breakfast. As a banker, she went into work at 10 a.m.
but as a trader, he came into the city much earlier.
“ Isn’t it cute that he likes
his pancakes with cinnamon, apples, and raisins stuffed inside?”
she asked me.
I smiled and nodded, relishing the
bottle of wine Kim had bought. I knew she had paid a lot for it and
it must therefore be good.
Kim told me that M.D. would tell his
wife that he was coming in early to work for meetings. He would
walk in, drop his suitcase on the floor, grab her from behind, and
kiss the nape of her neck while she cooked his meal. “Oh, my God,
it’s so sexy. It makes every hair on my body stand up.”
I tried to relate to her, but
couldn’t. No man had ever made me feel that way, not even Dani. My
relationship with Dani was more brotherly and nurturing as opposed
to sexual or passionate.
When breakfast was finished, he would
take her to bed and they would have a sultry few hours frolicking.
She described their sessions to be feverish and ardent
“ In the beginning, that
fucker used to just zip up his pants and leave.” She smiled. “At
first, it was just sex. But then somewhere along the lines, things
started to change.” She sighed. “His wife is really missing out.”
She grinned a devilish grin.
I never knew how to respond when she
mentioned his wife. Sometimes, I would forget he even had a wife
until Kim would mention her.
As Kim got ready, she thought to dress
me up in her clothes as well. I didn’t feel too comfortable with
the length and the tight fit of most of her clothes. But by the
end, I was able to find an outfit that was right for me.
“ You look smokin’,” Kim
commented.
“ It’s because they’re your
clothes.”
Kim laughed. “Maybe that has something
to do with it, love. Keep the clothes. Make yourself look good once
in a while.
well there.
M.D. loved wine. Each week, he would
teach Kim about wines, how the vintage, the region, the grape, the
soil, and the weather affected the color, the aroma, and the taste.
He was a part owner of a small winery in South Africa. She often
fantasized about trips to South Africa with him, going to his
winery before going on safari. Kim even went so far as to buy the
book Out of Africa to fire up her imagination. She always found
herself slightly drunk after each session.
“ M.D. doesn’t mind I’m a
lightweight,” Kim once explained. “I’m friskier that
way.”
Kim looked forward to their
rendezvous.
Kim and I were so engrossed in
conversation that we were almost hit by a cab while crossing the
street to her apartment. She gave the taxi her middle finger and
continued with her conversation.
“ I mean, sometimes, thinking
about him is so distracting that I forget about work. It’s like
WACC, then M.D. Then PV01, then M.D. I wonder, is this deal
accretive or dilutive? Then I think, is MD accretive or dilutive?
It’s just so funny sometimes.”
Kim worked in mergers and
acquisitions. Her role was to value companies, analyze their
financials, assess their strengths given the valuations, and decide
what strategy (buy, sell, or spin off a business) would make the
company most cost-efficient and competitive. Her job was different
than mine as it was more transaction-oriented. I essentially just
moved money around and capitalized on the gains.
“ Silly girl,” I
said.
“ What will I wear tonight? I
wonder if my roommate is going to be home tonight? Do I have food
at home? Cheese and crackers? And I can’t forget to go get the
Rioja. Shit. I should have gotten it at the store,” Kim said in one
long diatribe.
“ You talking to me,
Kimmie?”
Kim laughed. “So funny. I was talking
out loud, baby. I only have three more hours until I see
him.”
When she wasn’t dating anyone, they
would meet every day that they could. Sometimes, when her roommate
was away at an on-site consulting job, they would meet at her small
apartment before work. She would wake up early in the morning and
prepare him breakfast. As a banker, she went into work at 10 a.m.
but as a trader, he came into the city much earlier.
“ Isn’t it cute that he likes
his pancakes with cinnamon, apples, and raisins stuffed inside?”
she asked me.
I smiled and nodded, relishing the
bottle of wine Kim had bought. I knew she had paid a lot for it and
it must therefore be good.
Kim told me that M.D. would tell his
wife that he was coming in early to work for meetings. He would
walk in, drop his suitcase on the floor, grab her from behind, and
kiss the nape of her neck while she cooked his meal. “Oh, my God,
it’s so sexy. It makes every hair on my body stand up.”
I tried to relate to her, but
couldn’t. No man had ever made me feel that way, not even Dani. My
relationship with Dani was more brotherly and nurturing as opposed
to sexual or passionate.
When breakfast was finished, he would
take her to bed and they would have a sultry few hours frolicking.
She described their sessions to be feverish and ardent
“ In the beginning, that
fucker used to just zip up his pants and leave.” She smiled. “At
first, it was just sex. But then somewhere along the lines, things
started to change.” She sighed. “His wife is really missing out.”
She grinned a devilish grin.
I never knew how to respond when she
mentioned his wife. Sometimes, I would forget he even had a wife
until Kim would mention her.
As Kim got ready, she thought to dress
me up in her clothes as well. I didn’t feel too comfortable with
the length and the tight fit of most of her clothes. But by the
end, I was able to find an outfit that was right for me.
“ You look smokin’,” Kim
commented.
“ It’s because they’re your
clothes.”
Kim laughed. “Maybe that has something
to do with it, love. Keep the clothes. Make yourself look good once
in a while.
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