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By: Tess Trueheart
Date: 7/17/99 10:10:55 AM
# Replies: 2
"Sitting here resting my bones..seems like loneliness won't leave me alone..2000 miles I've roamed..just to make this dock my home....
Those words echoed through me as I listened to Ottis, enveloping me like a warm blanket, almost comforting as memories of happier days scattered their images across the pages of my mind. Visions of being at the beach, sipping fuzzy navels so generously poured over crushed ice, sea breezes caressing my skin, intoxicating smells of the ocean, the feel of tanning lotion mixed with clean sweat from the heat of the sun, stimulated a strong desire to be there again..now.
Only one thing stopped me, myself and the depression I had battled since he left me.
Love..a word made up by those who want to sell flowers and candy. Forever..a word so intimidating and freely used it had become obsolete in terms of relationships. We had our moments, moments so glorious, forever was etched in my soul and heart. Blindness comes in many forms, mine in he could do no wrong, perfection was all I saw. Friends had warned me he would never commit..I ignored them, thinking them envious or jealous of my happiness. But the shock of his affair, finding him in bed with two women, ravenously delighted at being entangled in their charms, so engaged in his pleasure I went unnoticed for what seemed an eternity. The satisfaction on his face as his mouth and hands explored their bodies is forever burned in my memory. Of course an invitation to join them was offered once my presence was acknowledged. As I reminded myself to breath my mind screamed run, leave, emotional overload approaching, just get out. Grabbing my purse I ran out, feeling the tears not yet spilled, whelming up. Jumping in my car, get away, run was all I could think. I drove all night.
Returning the next morning, he was gone. No note, nothing to indicate his intention, just gone with all his belongings.
Response #1
By: Da Sissop
Date: 7/17/99 5:21:45 PM
"Three tickets to Lesbos, please."
"Certainly, Sir," the two voluptuous ticket agents replied in unison.
The smaller, blonde girl in the pink nightie moved forward and began tapping on a keyboard. The taller brunette cracked a riding crop noisily across her fleshy posterior. "Did I say you could start typing?" she said sternly.
"I'm sorry Mistress," the blonde recoiled, and knelt before the brunette.
"Don't let it happen again," she said, outlining the blonde's face with the riding crop. The blonde occasionally flicked out her tongue, attempting to lick the leather tool as it flitted past her lips. "Okay, you may type now," she said.
"Thank you Mistress," she bowed and straightened herself. She turned and addresses her customer with a smile, "Now will that be first class or coach?"
"First class, all the way." He turned and smiled to his companions who were standing behind him, their arms full of his belongings.
"Excellent," the agent replied. "I notice you seem to have an awful lot of luggage. You do realize you're only allowed two pieces of carry-on luggage per person, and one strap-on."
Response #2
By: Tess Trueheart
Date: 7/24/99 12:02:33 PM
When I thought of it that way, the humor was almost tangible, but reality always brought with it a bitter sting. My work suffered. The immense satisfaction derived from a corporate environment driven by fierce competition seemed lacking. Giving opportunity to those polite, voracious individuals jockeying for the next rung on the ladder. My unsettled state offered, rather invited the sharks to feast.
It all appeared silly to me now, as I looked around at those attending the meeting. We had learned it well. Such polished diplomacy we all shared, discreetly calculating, artfully strategic, so shrewdly subtle in our cunning graciousness. A fragile disguise cloaking any hint of vulnerable. It was our time to shine.