“Heather,” I shook her, “I think someone’s…you know, doing it in their seat.”
She lifted the sleeping mask from her brilliant blue eyes. She smiled but tried to be quiet. A giggle escaped her ruby lips, “I think you are right.”
“What are they doing?” I hid behind my magazine but she openly stared.
“Her dress is open, he’s touching her breast, it’s beautiful.”
Heather’s lips tickled my ear, “I bet they’re not married.”
“They’re not!” I was giddy with insider knowledge, “I followed them through security. They introduced themselves, she’s got two kids and he got married just last summer.”
She raised the armrest to get closer and improve her view. Her chin rested on my shoulder and she was warm and smelled like cinnamon, her breast pressed against my arm.
“Watch, He’s going to make her cum.” Heather’s voice was changing, she moved closer.
“What?”
“Look at her, she’s beautiful, so close. She so very close.”
She slid her hand over my hip and grabbed my cock. I gasped, thought, then unzipped.
“Good boy” she said taking her grip, “it pays to be bold.”
I am so far behind in reading your wonderful blogs, seriously, I got back from vacation and had 117 unread posts, not counting my own. There are so many words, stories, tales of trauma and drama that I hate to miss any of them, yet I find I'm getting more and more behind. Today's total was 132.
Aaaagh. I enjoyed my vacation. It was my second cruise, the 1st with the kids and others. It was not relaxing, I didn't spend one moment in a deck chair, but we had fun, sang karaoke, ate well, ate well again, slept like the dead, played bingo, watched bad stage shows, bought crap in Mexico, did NOT get kidnapped, raped or murdered, played min-golf on deck, went down a water slide, swam in a freezing pool, ate some more, tried to go jogging but got bored on a 1/11 mile track, did not have sex with either my wife or disgruntled heiress, but did enjoy two very very nice showers. The water pressure was surprisingly perfect.
There really isn't much to tell. There were very few beautiful women to gawk at, no one to flirt with, too many family members for any decent playtime, and no cell/gps/wi-fi reception that didn't cost exorbitant amounts. I missed my e-mail and phone friends, but didn't worry about my blog at all (until I came back to well-deserved scorn and ridicule for my horrible list of "assignments", boy did that suck).
Saturday was spent at home doing laundry and taking down Christmas decorations. Now, in the first quiet moments in days, the kids and women are outside playing (sister-in-law and 2 kids, plus my own), and I'm able to tap out a meager post.
The kids are still off school next week so I won't be writing much. New Year's Resolutions may be an upcoming topic, the traditional weight loss goals will be supplemented by some more creative ones as well, but I'm not sure what I want to commit to in public.
My job hunt has not begun, but several people have e-mailed me with ideas, which is a nice show of support.
So have a wonderful week, I may be on once in a while, and I'll always have my phone with me to check for e-mails.....
OK, to be honest, I've been a bit blase about writing all weekend. I haven't even tried until this morning on the bus and the only thing that came out of my stuffy little fingers was a depressing recap of my Houston trip (except for a lovely dinner with a friend), so I couldn't bring myself to post it. So, I did the next best thing, I got to work, hookedin into our unfiltered vendor network, and looked for something to make me laugh.
You have probably all seen this, but I hadn't and it cracked me up.
I don't talk about it a lot, but I was a pretty good athlete in high school, but as with any sport, it's all about the fans.
So, what should I say about Houston? 1 - No she didn't write back. Not a call, e-mail, text, or poke. Her sister and I are still friends but I didn't even ask about her. What's done, is done, and let laying dogs lie, and don't punch a gift horse in teh mouth, and what goes around comes around so make sure you have a tissue to clean-up, or whatever.
2 - I got to see 90% of the people I wanted to see and said good bye and got promises that they would write a reference for me on LinkedIn.
3 - My boss was out of town so I didn't need to have that awkward, "Well, um, sorry I had to fire you" conversation.
4 - I had a wonderful dinner with a friend of mine. She knows my situation, I know heres, and it was great to share good food, great conversation, lots of laughter, and a warm hug at the end.
5 - I flew home with a beautiful blonde in the seat next to me. Great hair, long legs, a nice smile, and oh, yea, she was 16 years old, so I helped her with her math homework and then ignored her for 2.5 hours. :-) Besides, her dad was about 6'2" and chiseled like a freaking statue, so going to jail in a body cast was a definate possibility....
As I got off the plane and hailed a Taxi to take me to my car at the office, I got a bit misty as I realized anew that those people are gone for the most part. E-mails will be exchanged and I'll add a few of them to the Christmas card mailing list, but it's not like we are going to ever see each other again. That part is sad, but inevitable. So a chapter closes and we move on.
On an upbeat note, it's raining today, traffic was horrible, and I'm in no mood to write up all the work I did in Houston. But I better get to it. Have a great Monday!
I've been telling my friend that, when I'm out of workin January, that I'm going to be painting parts of my house and working in the wood shop. But seriously, I think this painting project would be a lot more fun.
And, for those of you who are keepign track at home, I have NOT heard from my Houston friend here at work. She's had all weekend, Monday, and yesterday to respond, so I'm done worrying about it. All of my memories of her are wonderful and so we will leave it at that.
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Hooters, for all its wonderful tackiness, was the perfect place for dinner last night. It wax Sexy Santa Tuesday and they certainly lived up to their name. Nothing makes a salad better than saucy on the side.
The waitresses there, the good ones, a a little like strippers (in a good way). They have great people skills, they are fun and flirty, they get you to stay longer than you planned, spend more money than you should, and send you hope with your ego pumped up just a little bit, even if it's all just make-believe. But isn't that what Santa is all about? The hope that we get a special package under the tree?
And yes, for those who are wondering, she knows I took her picture, in fact, I e-mailed it to her... :-)
I activated my Google+ tab today and I'm not sure that that means. I do know that my name updated from a simple "Advizor54" to "Advizor the Wise." So much for putting smart-ass names in a profile you thought no one was going to see.
Like Facebook and other social media sites, the law of unintended consequences rules supreme. I've only added a few people so far, but some of you may not want to be added at all. If that's the case, please tell me! You can, I hope, reject the link, invitation, connection, or what every they are calling it. I've been poking around a bit with the privacy settings, but some of you may not want to admit you know me, believe me, I understand, my mom made that clear years ago.
I wasn't going to add anyone at all until I had time to play with it, but then I got this message and it made me sad.
If you want to be added and I haven't, you can put me in your "circle' and I'll feel loved and warm and all fuzzy, Kind of like the lunch I left in the fridge before my last trip.
As I was flying last week, I crossed over this cool lake, and then I realized that it was a water-ski competition or practice lake. HOW COOL!!! They have even have a jump, as a kid that was the dream, to have a ski jump and your lake! Wicked cool.
I just liked this picture, taken from my seat as we flew home and in to the sunset.
This just made me laugh, the 14-year old boy inside me couldn't help it.
Oh, just one more thing...
I was chatting with a friend of mine when she started sending me pics.....Lovely pics....
I might post, I might not, I'm on the road all week and won't have any time during the day to chat, at least not much, so try not to forget me until at least Thursday.... I usually travel alone with gives me time in the evening to go swim, see a movie, eat a dinner of my choice at my pace, but this time I'm being shadowed by a new auditor who is way to social and he is bringing a new guy along. Ugh.
I just want to work, eat, swim, catch a movie, surf some porn, chat up my friends, and go to bed. And yes, I leave a big tip for the maids at the end. They earn it.
Anyway, it's late Saturday night and I have to finish packing. Have a great Sunday everyone, and, in case I don't see you, have a great week!
Right now I'm at the airport, this was supposed to go out earlier this morning, but, since it didn't, I'll add that I hate showing up too early at the airport. People watching stinks 'cause no one is in a good mood, and except for the supper chatty blond at the end of my row, and a couple of jailbait sisters, there is absolutely no eye candy.
One of te managers from my office just go off the plane I will be boarding. He's a very strict shirt-and-tie guy at the office, fun, but very corporate, but as I looked up and recognized his face, I almost laughed out loud, he was in board shorts and a sleeveless muscle-tee for travel. The ladies in the office would like what they could see.
OK, my plane is getting cleaned and I will board soon.
Have a great week, and if I'm not around much, know that I miss you all deeply.