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I have been working at my Job for the last four years. In my time there I have been working with many managers. Lately there has been one that I have been staring at. Her name is Gina Weiss, a dirty blond knockout with angelian jolie lips and Pam anderson size breast. She and I have been getting along mostly because I have been trying to spend time with her. Some nights we would work together late at night and I would make it a point to be as close as I could with her. I think she notices shes about 35 and doesn't have a boyfriend which really suprises me. One night I decided that I would make my move and try to get into her pants. I was so curious because her work outfit is losse fitting not revealing much. I sometimes imagine that she wears black laced underwear with a silky feel to the touch. I started work at 6 at night and she was in the concession area scooping popcorn for customers. I walked over and pinched her butt.
"Pat you ass." she says laughing
"What you left in the air for me." I replied
"Maybe I did and maybe I didn't you gonna have to find that out later." she said smiling. I left for the booth thinking about what she just said. Time passed and I was alone in the booth, I was so bored that I put my legs up and closed my eyes. In my dreams I went downstairs at closing time and there she was sitting on a counter wearing nothing but a black bra and black panties. The smile she gives me makes so horny. I walk over and start kissing her squessing her ass. her free hand starts to massage my cock and the feeling I receive sends me a spark that in real life gives me a huge erection. As I start to undo her bra I felt a splash of cold water on my face. I quickly wake up seeing water on my cock area and my face. I look around and see Gina laughing by the stairs.
"Gina what are you doing?" I screamed laughing
"Just seeing if you shrink when you get wet." she says laughing and runs out. I couldn't believe it she just made mention about my penis. I think she really wanted me to, so definitely tonight I will try to make my move. Closing time pulls around and I went downstairs like in my dream, she isn't on a counter though. A cold chill runs through me as I start to realize I read more into what happened. I go out to my car and I realize I lost my keys. I went back into the theater when I walk into her.
"Pat whats wrong you look like you lost something." she says
"Its my keys, you go i'll see you later." I said
"Nonsense I will go up with ya, will have better luck with two of us looking." she says. Not giving me a time react she goes ahead. we walk up to the booth area taking anm elevator up. all the sudden the elevator stopped.
"What the hell." I said.
"Elevator stopped huh." she says
"Hold on I fix it." I said. I open a panel to see what happened.
"Pat don't worry." she says. I turned around to see her unbuttoning her shirt.
"Gina." I said
"I know you've wanted me, I was gonna let you have me earlier but we were start working." she said. She walked over and took off her shirt completely. Her breasts stood out like beautiful mellons. I was awed by what I saw, my mouth started to drool.
"DO ME PAT now"! she commanded. I didn't waist anymore time I started kissing her which was awsome. Her lips made it so much more passionte her tongue started to twist making it feel great.Like my dream she started to squeese my cock, like a drug I picked her up and shoved her against a wall.
"Yes pat fuck me." she screamed. I started kiss her chest, her legs wrapped around my waist holding me in place. I undid her bra and her boobs popped out.
"MY God there awsome." I yelled
"Fuck me slave." she yelled. I started squessing her tits and biting. She started moaning louded which drove me crazy. she took off my pants, they fell around my ankles. She then dropped my underwear, my penis drove out like a rocket. I put her down, we kissed some more and I took off her pants. She wasn't wearing any panties.
"Oh baby, wow." I said. She dropped down and start sucking my cock. my legs started to buckle but she held my legs straight.
"Don't want you going anywhere till I get all of you." she says. She hovered my cock taking it all into my mouth, the feeling was exilerating.
"OH GOD yes suck it you hore suck it." I yelled. I started cumming in her mouth, it was so much that it spilled out onto her lips.
"Umm baby your good, but now I want you in me." she says. I pulled her up and used my hands holding them above her head. Like a animal I rammed inside her.
"God yea, GOD YEA, GOD YEA, FUCK ME FUCK ME YES." SHE moaned. again, again and again I rammed her feeling her with my big snake. we buckled against the wall making the elevator
shake
"Doggy style now ride me like animal." she says
"Get down then." I commanded. she got on all fours, not wanting to go into any pretense I rammed her again. she buckled but I held on to her breast. four like an hour we did this, I must have fucked her ass raw. All of it took two hrs, we got to the booth finally. We walked back to the parkinglot holding hands. When we got to her car we kissed passiontely with nobody around.
"If I knew it would be that good I would done this earlier." she says. She pulls out my keys and shakes them in her hands.
"Should have figured you did tha." I said. she laughed and drove off. From that night on we fucked everywhere in the movie theater. it was the best time of my life.
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VI. The perfect pie crust. The windows were dark, covered with condensation. Inside, at the kitchen table, Marcia pressed the heel of her hand against the back of the santoku knife and cleaved the apple in half. Fuji, this time. There were five other apples prepared on the cutting board, skinned an unearthly greenish-white, already tarnishing. She was making an apple pie for the Blue Cat. "I still don't understand," Grace had said. "What you've got against birthdays. What's so...
VII. A bicycle built for two. Everyman's Cycles looked like a bicycle field hospital. Wherever you looked bicycles, or parts of bicycles, stood, leaned, or lay in various states of distress, awaiting Walt's attention. He'd get to each of them, eventually, in his methodical, patient way. Walt took in stray bicycles the way crazy old ladies collected cats. Most of them were rescues. Bicycles he found abandoned in fields, weeds growing through their spokes. Or locked for months to streets...
VIII. Snowballs in paradise. Grace was unpacking a snow-globe collection from all fifty states that Mavis Pritchard had brought into the shop the day before. "Look at this," she said, holding one up with a hula girl and a palm tree inside. "There's even one from Hawaii. "Hmph. Snow in Hawaii. Who would imagine something like that?" "Someone who'd never been to Hawaii?" Marcia suggested. Grace turned the globe over. "Made in China. Well that explains it, I guess." She gave it...
IX. The momster. Her whole life Phoebe's biggest fear was that her Mom would die suddenly and without warning. Even as a little girl, she was kept awake with nightmares that seemed to foretell his horrible event in detail. She remembered anxiously watching her mom sleep, afraid that she might stop breathing, nudging her awake just in case. How cranky she would be! "What!" she'd bark, snorting and spluttering. "What's the matter with you? What time is it? Why aren't you in bed?" It...
X. The amoeba life. In the stories of people she admired, there was always a defining moment, a dramatic event that summed up their lives to a critical point and provided the pivot for a new life to come. Marcia would like to have had a similar "defining moment" in her life, but it struck her that her life not only lacked a defining moment, but that it really didn't have any definition at all. It was a more amorphous thing, her life; if it advanced, and that was often in doubt, it...
XI. A ghost and a riddle. Night again. Bus travel made her sleepy, but only during the day it seemed. She traveled through the night hours wide awake. Phoebe could see her reflection like a ghost super-imposed over all that limitless darkness. She felt like a ghost, too, like something not quite real, a figment of someone's imagination. But who's? She was a ghost floating across the countryside to haunt a person who'd run as far away from her as possible. What brought her back...
XII. Mirror, Mirror. The woman framed in the glass wore a flower-print silk skirt, a white blouse, and a light black sweater cinched tight above the waist. It was the sixth outfit she'd considered that morning, not counting the dozen or so she'd tried on mentally, rejecting them one after the other with a shudder of second-guess horror before they even made it out of the closet. "What do you think about this? Too frumpy, right?" Walt was sprawled on top of the bed, head propped on...
XIII. Lame burger. The bus that was supposed to bring Phoebe to Hope Crossing came and went with no Phoebe on it. Only a handful of passengers disembarked from the coach. A tall, elderly, stoop-shouldered man with a sharp-featured face descended first. He took a quick glace around, readjusted his grip on a battered suitcase, and trudged up the street. He was followed by a stout, middle-aged black woman in a church-lady pantsuit. Behind her were two children, chattering, bickering,...
XIV. Gimme shelter. "You live in a garage?" They were standing on the little concrete square outside the front door, staring up together at a tidy two story structure that, modifications notwithstanding, still, in fact, looked very much like a garage. "Well, it's not exactly a garage. Actually, It's a converted carriage house. I'm just renting. The woman I work for owns it. She lives in the main house across the garden." "A carriage house? What's that?" "It's where they used...
XV. Breakfast club. Sunlight poured through the checkered curtains of the kitchen window. The sliced bananas and butter were simmering on the stovetop. Marcia added to them spices she'd already toasted--cinnamon, nutmeg, clove. Together they filled the carriage house like incense. This was the Church of Home and she was performing the celebration of Good Morning. She measured out a half-cup of white flour and poured it into the mixing bowl. In another bowl she whisked three eggs, a...
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XVII. Hell's Angel Walt was in the workroom of his shop when she called. He was putting new brake cables on a Rivendell Sam Hillborne. He was customizing the bike for one of his more well-heeled patrons, a dentist who fancied himself a cycling aficionado. He was the kind of guy who outfitted himself like he was racing in the Tour de France just to tool his way through the park. He always bought the very latest, most cutting-edge gear. Everything high-tech and top of the line. But he spent...
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XIX. First draft people. An occasional bat flickered across the stars overhead. The gardenias and hibiscus had long drawn in their petal- awnings. Across the lawn, the hunched bushes looked like a queue of black-robed monks marching back to their monastery. And in the middle distance, fireflies marked a secondary night-sky of transitory constellations in what might have been an even more unpredictable universe than the one we find ourselves inhabiting, one that blinks in an out of...
XX. Glass houses. To the sadly uninitiated, a bicycle is simply a convenient means of transportation, low-tech, eco-friendly, inexpensive, ultra-democratic. For the fitness conscious, it's a superior form of practical exercise: you could get your aerobic workout and run errands at the same time. For others, the bicycle endures as the conveyance of childhood memories--tricycle, Big Wheels, training wheels, scraped knees and paper routes. However to someone like Walt, a bicycle was all...
XXI. Full Xanax moments. Her heart skipped a beat before her brain was fully conscious of the reason. There'd been a total communications blackout between them of several years running but Marcia recognized Claire's old email address immediately. She remembered, too, clicking open the message, the standard post-divorce tone of Claire's emails: terse, authoritative, and demanding. Then, as now, Claire communicated with Marcia as she would with a subordinate whose compliance was taken...
XXII. The x factor. It was a strange council they made that evening sitting on Grace's porch. Walt and Marcia, Claire, and, of course, Grace herself, puttering about busily, trying to make everyone comfortable. It brought to mind those old photographs of Yalta, where Stalin, Roosevelt, and Churchill posed with forced congeniality for the camera, the most unlikely and unnatural of allies, each of them knowing full well that their cooperation was only temporary. That the moment the...
XXIII. Strange geography. They really should teach more geography at school, that's what I'm thinking. I mean, I've got to get to New Mexico, but I'm not even sure where it is. In the Southwest, somewheres, which is good enough to say, if you're living two thousand miles away in New Jersey and have no intention of ever actually going there. I don't even know if it comes before or after Arizona. I'm in Oklahoma now, a really godawful place from what I can see of it, which isn't...
XXIV. Cactus country. The day was cool and clear. An auspicious day for new beginnings. The cloudless sky stretched tight, a blue tarpaulin snapped to the horizon. It was almost enough to give Marcia a feeling of hope. Between all the preparations, hastily made as they'd been, throwing together a pair of travel bags, gassing up the truck, collecting maps and whatnot, they were on the road a little later than they'd planned. Traveling south on I-640, traffic was still light but picked...
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XXVI. The great escape. One could imagine a thousand things going wrong, but there was no hitch at the hospital. Their quickly improvised charade worked like a charm. Walt's performance as Phoebe's concerned but understandably angry father was spot-on. Marcia, in her supporting role as distraught mom, hadn't had to act at all. There were the usual papers and forms to sign, a brief interview with a representative from the Chupadero police department and another with a representative...
XXVII. Just south of normal. For the next month, they very much resembled a real family. In the meantime, peace talks with Claire continued, though they were touch-and- go. Grace had gently offered to help mediate and Marcia gratefully accepted her offer. Grace was making progress, working her indelible magic, but it was magic in slow motion. In Claire, she'd met her match, a woman as resistant to miracles as they come. Marcia's ex was angry and would likely remain so, on some level,...
XXVIII. Departures. It was one of those mornings that seem unable to decide what it wants to be. Halfway to the airport, a fine rain blew up against the windshield of the pick-up. A few miles later, the sun unexpectedly broke out from a temporary gap in the impregnable line of gray clouds massed like battleships laying siege on the horizon It had finally been agreed that Phoebe would return to New Jersey and sign in to an outpatient rehab clinic. At the same time, she would take...