Breakthrough VI

Friday could not have been more welcome. The tech support team had performed well, from the looks of WTSC work orders. Thirty-five percent of the companies were back online and there were only a few more calls added to the worm recovery list and they were work-at-home customers. Satisfactory progress was being made, given the magnitude of the problem. She reached for her morning coffee then looked beyond the tech support services counter. Jack was coming around the counter toward her desk.

“Why are you sitting here? Shouldn’t you be at the counter helping customers?”

“I’m reviewing the work orders and …”

“Never mind that! Customers are calling and complaining. They say that service turnaround is too slow. You’ve got to improve support services. I told you to watch it, and now I’ve got complaints. If the techies aren’t performing get rid of ‘em and hire some damn resources that can do the work.”

“The technical resources have really been working hard, some are working two shifts and they have excellent skill sets. Some of our customers are just frustrated because they did not do their backups and are just lashing out.”

“I don’t need a psychology lesson. I need productivity,” Jack said as he shook his finger in her direction. “One more thing, the store owner is visiting the regional stores and he will be coming here on Monday. Create a report of all the technical support services that have been and will be performed due to the cyberspace worm. I want it completed and on my desk nine o’clock sharp Monday morning, understood?”

“Yes,” she nodded and exhaled as Jack quickly turned and left the service area. She longed to remind him about her disaster recovery proposal rejection but was fearful of the fallout. His overly agitated state of late would seal her doom with any tone of ‘I told you so.’

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Evil Desire - Episode 6

It was five in the evening; Lyla was almost at the airport. She felt a little edgy about this mysterious meeting with Myrna Loy. That name seemed familiar but she couldn’t remember where she had heard it. What on earth could be so threatening about Walter that would require such cloak-and-dagger reactions? Walter was so loving, kind and sensitive. She pictured him in her mind, his smile his five o’clock shadow and close cut hair—a great guy. A horn blew loudly from behind her. She looked at the green light and pressed the accelerator.

She’d better give Sally a call just to make sure she was on track. She pressed speed dial and waited.

“Hey, it’s me. Are you at the airport now?”

“Yep. And I think if I’m not in Starbucks I can still see and take pictures. So, I’ll probably be in and out.”

“Okay, sounds like we’re set. Let’s check in on our cells on the way home.”

Lyla turned into the parking garage and parked. The tension was growing. She searched in her bag for an Advil to ward off what was surely an oncoming headache.

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Breakthrough V

The phone rang as Zip entered her apartment. She glanced at the clock on the wall then checked the phone line. It wasn’t 5 PM yet. She let her electronic voice message pick up and tell the caller the service hours. She had two other workers in her service and calls came to her when their lines were busy or during off hours.

She was debating whether to work this evening. It was Monday and work at WTSC had really been hectic today with all the coordination and support for customers with worm problems. She slumped down on the chaise to relax. Just a few moments would be all she needed.

Zip roused as she heard the phone ring and stretched lethargically as she tossed about on the chaise. She opened her eyes with a start and came up to a sitting position. It was dark outside, the clock showed eight o’clock. She picked up.

“Zip, what took you so long? Everything okay?” Yolanda knew her well. They had been friends since junior high school and when she was sixteen, they became best friends after her mother died.

“Yes, I’m fine. I was asleep, no problem. Thanks for waking me up.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? That must have been some sleep. This is the third time I’ve tried to call you.”

“Sorry ‘bout that. Today was really demanding. You’ve probably heard in the news about the internet worm that has pretty much brought business services with internet access to a screeching halt.”

“Sí, it’s the top news story of the day. It’s hard to believe that someone would do such a thing.”

“I know, but there’s always that evil genius mentality to contend with and this time it has trumped.”

“So what’s Jack doing about this disaster?” Yolanda snickered.

“Make fun, why don’t you. You know damn full well what he’s doing—ridding herd on me to get the work done by an impossible deadline.”

“Sorry, I know. I just had to ask.” They both laughed.

“Seriously, remember I told you about that proposal for disaster recovery that Jack refused to accept?”

“Sí, you spent a lot of your own time writing up that plan.”

“I think he regrets that he didn’t approve my proposal but he’s such a bigot he’d never admit it.”

“I don’t know why you still work for that man. He’s such a chauvinist. You have your own business, you should work full time for yourself.”

“Yeah, it sounds like the thing to do but I don’t think I’m ready. What if business slows down? I don’t want to risk loosing a place to live. I’ve been there remember? That was my worst nightmare and I don’t want a replay.” She had refused to stay in foster care after her mother died and was homeless for two years. Yolanda found out but kept her secret and helped her through some very hard times.

“Zip, I know you don’t see it but hopefully one day soon you will realize your accomplishments. You’re strong and to only be twenty-something you’re a role model for any aspiring entrepreneur. I believe you can do it. You need to think about it.”

“Thanks for the encouragement. I’ll give it some thought. Hey, I’ve got to get on the hook and do some listening. Talk to you later.” She always felt a gleam of hope after talking to Yolanda. She marveled at the positive energy that seemed to flow non-stop from her. It was a gift that Yolanda shared with everyone she came in contact with. Perhaps that was why she became a Social Worker.

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Evil Desire - Episode 5

Lyla woke with a start and then relaxed as she felt Walter’s warm body next to hers. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand, 12:30PM. She put her arm around him and snuggled close to his backside. Walter reached back and stroked her thighs.

“So, you wanna eat now or what?” She asked as she massaged his abs.

“In a few, let’s talk. Listen, I enjoy the time I spend with you and the things we do. We’ve talked about this before and you haven’t given me an answer. I want you to come away with me, just the two of us. I don’t like this sneaking around.”

“I don’t either. I want to be with you it’s just that… I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“Afraid of the downside, you being an actor and your lifestyle is so volatile; women all up in your face. I know eventually you’ll move on to someone else.”

“That is not how I feel about you at all. I will protect you from all the media hype; keep you as my muse, my inspiration.” He snuggled beside her neck, tickling her with the stubble on his chin. She laughed. “No one will take your place. I can’t go on in this limbo state. I need an answer. Are you going to come away with me or not?” He caressed her gently as he nibbled her ear.

She giggled. “I’ll give you a call later this week.” She pulled away from Walter and got up. “Okay?”Walter nodded, as he swung his feet to the side of the bed.

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I.C.E. - Part 5

It is Sunday evening around six, and I am still in bed. I have been here since returning to my apartment from my dinner date, the day before. The entire ordeal with Drake Wesel is my worst nightmare, up to this point in my life. I still tremble, if I think too long about what happened. Fortunately, I hadn’t given Drake my address but he does have my phone number. I don’t like the idea of changing my number, and I hope that he will not remember what happened and forgets to call.

Around eight o’clock the phone rings, I feel nervous and I don’t even know who’s calling. This is silly, I think. I answer.

“Hello, Mary?”

Oh, shit! It’s him. Calm down, I tell myself. He’s on the phone, not standing at your freakin’ front door! “Hi, Drake,” I reply coldly.

“I just called to see if you’re okay. Are you physically alright? I didn’t hurt you or anything, did I?” There it is, I think to myself. I see you, Drake Wesel.

“Physically, I’m fine Drake. Emotionally, I’m not so sure.”

“I just called to apologize. I’m sorry, really.”

“Is that why you’re divorced? Did you beat the crap out of your wife when you were high?”

“Yeah,” he replied quietly. “Again, I’m really sorry. I like you, and I know I screwed up. I just wanted to be sure you were okay. I won’t contact you anymore. I’m sorry things ended this way.” He hung up.

Growing up my mother always said, “In case of emergency, the best thing to do is stay calm, so you can think.” Thanks mom.

The End
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Breakthrough IV

Zip stood at the front in the WTSC meeting room. It was six o’clock Monday morning and most of the tech team members were seated, coffee in hand. She scanned the group, looking for Jack Hill but did not see him. Though she would be supervising the disaster recovery support for their customers, Jack had never let her have complete control.

“Good morning everyone. Thank you for coming in on such short notice. Most of you have already been informed that we have a colossal problem that needs to be resolved for our business clientele. For those of you that haven’t been briefed in a nutshell, about noon on Sunday, a cloaked time-bomb cyberspace worm detonated. It was some sort of hybrid worm that affected Unix and Wintel operating system servers. All of our business support service customers, including WTSC, computer systems are offline and I don’t need to tell you what that means from a server count perspective. The Sunday night system restoration team compiled a white paper on what we know so far about the worm, along with recovery requirements. In short, the systems must be rebuilt, bottom-up. Our systems will be back online in time for store opening.

“The net of it is, our customers are caught up in some hacker’s idea of being the best of the best in cyberspace gloom and doom and we have to get them out of this nightmare.

“Your work schedule rotations have been distributed and we will stay on this cycle until the problems have been resolved. We will focus our resources on businesses first, work-at-home clients will be supported as tech resources are available.

“Any questions?” The group sat mum.

“We know the drill!” someone responded from the back of the room. Jack entered the rear door.

“All right people, you have your contacts and work schedules. Let’s get moving with customer support. Any insurmountable problems, give me a call.”

Zip strolled toward Jack as the room emptied. “Morning, Jack.” He poured himself a cup of coffee from the carafe on the serving table near the door. He looked tired and hung over.

“Looks like you’ve got everyone on track,” he said. He blinked and looked beyond her.

“That’s what I’m here for, right?”

Jack sneered and pursed his lips as he shook his head. “Don’t be naïve about this. This worm disaster could really hurt us, or it could increase our revenue by one or two hundred percent, maybe more. You’d better make damn sure our turnaround support is timely and efficient.” He turned and headed out the door.

She bit down hard on her lower lip and stretched her eyes wide and blinked to keep the tears back. The son of bitch just would not ease up; always spewing venom on anything for which she took the initiative. Why did he promote her in the first place? In her five years at WTSC, he treated her like she had no experience or leadership ability. She was following his instructions. Why the harshness? No section manager was to make a move or decision without his permission. As store Manager, Jack had made it clear that he was in control. She hated his controlling management style but she was good at what she did.

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Evil Desire - Episode 4

Lyla checked her hair in the mirror, buttoned her long silk robe and moved quickly toward the door in her satin slippers. It was almost noon. Walter had promised to bring lunch. She opened the door.

“Hi there.” He smiled as he handed her a bouquet of flowers then kissed her on the cheek.

“Hey. You ready to have lunch?” Lyla asked as she followed Walter over to the kitchen where he set the large white bag on the counter. She put the flowers in a vase.

“Brunches aren’t over until around two in the afternoon, we’ve got time.” He smiled and wrapped himself around her, covering her with kisses then guided her toward the bedroom.

He led her over to the bed and removed her robe revealing a shear black negligee. His eyes coveted her nude silhouette with passion. He caressed and kissed her deeply. She unzipped his pants and slid them to the floor. He removed his shirt and she embraced his athletic chest. He felt strong and sensuous against her breast. Walter lay back on the bed and pulled her down on top of him. He kissed her breast as he pressed her body into his. She moaned softly as her libido rose. He gently rolled her over and mounted her. Then he was inside her. Their passions intertwined as they transported to the pinnacle of pleasure. She gasped as the orgasmic ribbon flowed from him, suspended and breathless. She embraced him tightly and stroked his back as they collapsed in the afterglow.

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I.C.E. - Part 4

We watch as a car pulls into the backyard of his sister’s house. I continue to press him. “Drake, you’re high and you’re frightening me. Please, get out of my car!” I can feel the fear gripping me tighter, pushing me to scream in panic. I control the urge.

Drake’s rocking slows, he frowns as he says, “Don’t you dare try to embarrass me in front of my family! I’m not going anywhere.” His menacing scowls continue to feed my fear. He does appear to have more awareness now. Is that good or bad? I ask myself.

I watch as his sister, I assume, and her three kids get out of the car and take groceries in the house. After they are all inside, I decide I will make one final sane try to get him out of my car.

“Drake, I’m sorry but I’m too upset to go out with you tonight,” I say as sweetly as my fright will allow. “I promise, we can do this another time,” I say, as I reach for and clasp his continually moving hand. He becomes less agitated.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. I’m not feeling as up as I could. I did a little free-base and some weed just before you picked me up. Maybe this one didn’t mellow out right. I’ll call you later.”

He gets out of the car, fixes his pants, and staggers toward the house.

I immediately crank up the car and turn around in the vacant lot beside the house, as quickly as I can. I keep glancing in Drake’s direction to make sure he has not doubled back and is near the car. Then, I turn out of the driveway into traffic.

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Breakthrough III

About an hour later, Zip was still sitting at her home office desk. The second phone line light blinked then rang. It was a customer call for her, just talk, caller service. She had been on the phone since nine that morning and she was exhausted. She took a sip of lemonade then answered the call.

“Hello, this is the listener speaking. What’s on your mind?”

“I’m home by myself and I’m afraid. Mommy has been gone for two nights and I don’t have anything else to eat,” a child’s voice said.

“What’s your name sweetie?”

“Rhonda.”

“How old are you, Rhonda?”

“I’m eight.”

“Where did you get this number?” she looked at the call timer, watching the seconds go by. She was loosing money. She always franked these types of calls.

“I saw it on a piece of paper mommy cut out of the newspaper.”

“Where did your mommy say she was going, Rhonda?”

“She said she was going to work but she has not come back and I’m scared,” she fretted.

“I know, sweetie. Do you know your address?”

“Not all of it but we live on 22nd Street South.”

“What’s your telephone number?” Rhonda gave her the number.

Zip recognized the area code.

“Rhonda, where about in Florida do you live?”

“St. Petersburg.”

“Rhonda, I’ll see what I can do to get someone to find your mommy and I’ll call you back after I make a couple of calls to get help. Don’t open the door for anyone unless it’s the police, okay?”

“Okay.” Rhonda hung up.

She tugged at the old metal file drawer of the battered desk, cringing at the scrape of metal on metal as she pulled the drawer open. She took out a binder of emergency numbers for all the major cities and metropolitan areas in the United States that included police departments, social services, fire departments and even the humane societies. Though her advertisements explained the kind of service provided, the irrelevant calls kept occurring. She was frustrated by the calls, but she didn’t have the heart to turn away someone that needed help. She contacted the St. Petersburg police department and social services then called Rhonda back to let her know that help was on the way.

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I.C.E. - Part 3

I pull into the driveway on the side of his sister’s house and park. It’s dark now. I turn the headliner light on in the car. I’m screaming inside but I hear myself say calmly,

“Listen Drake, you don’t look very well. Let’s postpone our dinner date for another time.”

It’s coming back to me now, those glassy eyes on people, on street people, deranged and wondering about. He’s on drugs. He’s tripping. Oh my God.

Drake glares at me and then looks out the car windows. “What’re you talkin’ ‘bout? I’m fine! Let’s go!”

He didn’t seem to be aware that his pants were unzipped and his penis exposed. I turn to face him. I hope that he doesn’t see the panic in my face, and then I say,

“No, Drake. You need to get out now.”

“No,” he insists. “Come on, let’s go. I’ve made reservations at the restaurant for us.” He continues rocking as he speaks; his voice is stern and determined.

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Evil Desire - Episode 3

Lyla relaxed back in the lounge chair. She knew this meeting was risky, even if it was public but her curiosity had gotten the best of her. Maybe she should take some extra precautions with this meeting. She reached for the phone.

“Hello, Sally?” Sally had been her best friend since 5th grade.

“Hey, Lyla. What’s goin on? Aahhh. Sorry, didn’t mean to yawn in your ear. I’m just getting up.” Sally never had a problem with insomnia.

“I need your help on something. I need you to meet me at the airport at six this evening. Can you do it?”

“Yeah, I guess so. What’s this about? Where do we meet?” Sally said.

“We will not meet exactly. I want you to go to the Starbucks in Terminal 2, Arrival Level and have some coffee or a latte, whatever you like…”

“Hold up, let me write this down.” Sally was a stickler for accuracy and took notes for most things.

“So, I just sit there and drink coffee?”

“No. I’ll be there sitting at another table talking to someone. At some point, I want you to take pictures of the person that I’ll be conversing with, if you can do it with out being noticed. And remember as much as you can about the person for notes later.”

“Sounds sneaky,” Sally commented.

“I can’t explain now because I don’t have all the information but when the meeting is over and we’re both back at our homes, we’ll talk about it.”

“Guess I can wait for that. This is bizarre assignment. Feels like I’ve got a role in a James Bond move.” Sally laughed.

“Just remember, there are no re-takes. So don’t for get your digital camera. And don’t stare obviously. We will not communicate at all at the airport.”

“Got it. Oh, how are things with you and Walter? He’s so hot! Are you really going to dump Keith for Walter?”

“I don’t know what to do. I never believed that it was possible to be in love with two men at the same time but here I am.” Keith had been her boyfriend for eighteen months but in the last six months she had starting dating Walter Pierce, the actor, unknown to Keith.

“Well think it through thoroughly, all the pluses and minuses. But you need to do something before Keith finds out. This ain’t right, as a friend I have to say it.”

“I know. I’m just so caught up. There’s so much passion…” Lyla sighed.

“You need to get a grip girl.”

“Look I’ve got to go. Walter’s at the door.”

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Evil Desire - Episode 2

“I would like to meet with you in a public place of your choice and I will explain. If we can meet today that would be great, there’s not much time.”

“Alright, how ‘bout six o’clock at Los Angeles Airport, Terminal 2 Arrival Level at the Starbucks.” That was her last pick up for a friend from the airport. It probably was the safest place to meet a stranger with all the beefed-up security.

“That’s fine. I’ll have on a navy blue pant suit with a pink, green and white plaid ribbon on the left lapel. I am approximately 5’2” tall. What will you have own?”

“I’ll have on a blue denim blazer and cream colored jeans with Chung Shi balance sandals.”

“I’ll see you at six then. Thank you.” Click.

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Breakthrough - II

Zip slumped back in her chair, in her makeshift home office. She hated it when Jack called her Zipora. No one called her that. She was Zip, just Zip. Her one bedroom apartment was on Jacksonville’s south-side, less than three miles from work. Saturday and Sunday were her days off from the Web Technology Services Center or WTSC, as it was generally called. But in emergencies, or any other time Jack Hill, her boss, thought she needed to be there, she went to work. This was her time, time she spent in her own business. This overlap of her day job interfering with her personal business was becoming an habitual infringement. She needed to make a decision—which job should she terminate?

She ran her fingers through her long thick moppy brown hair as she contemplated customer support. All the WTSC business clientele’s servers would have to have their systems cleaned, according to the system restoration team findings fax she had received.

As the Technical Services Manager, she had recommended a fail-safe solution, a documented proposal. She had pleaded with Jack to plan for outsourcing coverage for disaster recovery. Jack refused. “No, damn it. That’s never going to happen,” Jack had said, as he pounded his fist on his desk. Now Jack would have to squirm as this crisis spiraled out of control.

She looked at her watch, 5:00PM. She would have to call her team leads then they would call their techies. She pulled out her phone list and began the tedious task.

“Hello, Tom. This is Zip. I need you and your team in at six on Monday morning. We’ve got an enormous disaster on our hands, all our customers are down. Call me when you get this message.” She shrugged as she dialed the next team lead. Eleven more messages to go.

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I.C.E - Part 2

I glance at Drake, “Hey, be careful. I’m driving you know,” I say, almost scolding. He removes his hand and repositions himself in his seat and continues his rigid movement as he looks out of his window.

In the next few seconds, he begins to unbutton his shirt then slightly reclines his seat and proceeds to stroke his penis through the surface of his left pant leg with his right hand. He moves about in the seat and groans, almost a growl. Then he unzips his pants and begins to masturbate. I pretend not to notice.

I accelerate my speed as we are approaching a traffic light, and I move to the left turning lane. I try to control my legs and arms. I don’t want him to see that I’m trembling. I make the left turn and drive toward Walker Mill Road where I picked him up at his sister’s house.

Drake continues to look around, rocking back and forth, almost in a frenzy now. His once kind eyes are now glazed and darting—the look of the madman that he is. He has no clue that we have changed direction.

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Evil Desire - Episode 1

Lyla rushed from the shower to answer the phone. It was Sunday morning and she was expecting a call from Walter. She finished wrapping the sheet towel around her petite body as she answered.

“I’d like to speak with Lyla Maas, please,” a soft spoken female voice said.

“Speaking.”

“Hi, my name is Myrna Loy. You don’t know me but we have a mutual friend, Walter Pierce, which I would like to discuss with you. I’m neither a covert wife nor an obsessed lover. However, I have some information that I believe you will find beneficial.”

“And how is that you have this information?”

“Due to an incident in the past, I had some detective work done that revealed some disturbing findings. It’s important that you get this information now. You might want to break the cycle or consider it in regards to your relationship with Walter.”

“Cycle? What do you mean?” Lyla asked. What was this all about? Was this Walter’s past coming back to haunt her?

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[Dirty-Smutty-Sordid-Obscene (DSSO)]
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Breakthrough - I

Jack’s hand trembled as he hung up the receiver in his office at the Web Technology Support Center. He felt drained and faint. His short stature and portly torso, along with his receding hair line and disheveled gray hair were further diminished by the bleakness that was growing around him. The helpdesk’s notification, it couldn’t be happening, all their business customers’ computers offline? Again, the phone rang. He glanced at the clock on his desk, 4:30PM. He answered.

“Jack, looks like we’ve got a lot of work to do. This worm has wiped out all our customers’ systems, ours included. Do we have enough support resources available? Since its Sunday afternoon we have a few hours head start before the work week. But we need to have everyone completely back online within two weeks and our major clients back up in the first week.” It was the store owner. Jack suddenly felt inept as he recalled Zip’s advice for a disaster recovery plan that would support their customers in this type of event.

He stood up at his desk as he responded, “Yes sir, we’ve already begun planning the recovery.” Jack hated the thought of Zip’s insight. He was the Web Technology Services Center Store Manager. He was more experienced and had more business savvy than she could hope for in her three years in management. All she needed to do was do as she was told. He’d better get Zip going on this right away. He sat down as he punched her speed dial number in his cell and waited.

“Hello.”

“Zipora, this one is huge! Get all the technical resources working ‘round the clock on this disaster,” Jack said, as he leaned back in his chair. “I assume you’ve been notified about the worm and that all our clientele’s business systems are offline?”

“Yes sir, I’m on it—tech support, twenty-four hours a day, until all our customers are back online,” she pledged.

“You have two weeks, Zipora. Two weeks to get all the business customers back on line. Is that
clear?”

“Clear sir, but impossible. We don’t have enough technical resources to cover all our customers in that range of time. There’s too many servers.”

“If you want your job, you’ll get it done.” Click.
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I.C.E. - Part 1

Drake reaches over and puts his hand between my thighs at my skirt hemline and slides it quickly to my crotch. “I can’t wait to come inside you,” he says viciously as he rubs my pubic area through my panty hose. His eyes are wild and glassy as he leans forward then back in an agitated motion.

My heart begins to race, and I feel as though my blood is draining from me. I don’t know what is wrong with Drake, but I tell myself I need to stay calm. Is he going to rape me? I wonder. It’s Saturday evening, and I’m driving west on Central Avenue, headed to a restaurant that he has chosen. Drake Wesel and I are on a dinner date.

I’m Rhonda Thatcher, and I first saw Drake when my girlfriends and I went to The Classics nightclub for Friday’s Happy Hour after work. A male dance show followed happy hour, where he performed as a male stripper called The Golden Bull. He danced around our table. He was tall, high yellow, had dark thick eyebrows, a fabulous moustache, complimented with high cheekbones, long wavy black hair tied back, and beautiful brown eyes. I didn’t tuck any bills in his thong, but his physique looked brawny and provocative.

A week later, I was sitting alone at the bar in a neighborhood club in Landover, and he approached me and introduced himself. We began getting acquainted: he was divorced, I was divorced, and we both like to party; he was thirty; I was thirty-seven, and so on, for a couple of hours. We exchanged contact information and said good-bye. We had a couple of phone chats which led to this dinner date.

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