****** Ric's Story, Part Eleven by Ric ******
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Ric's Story, Part Eleven


"Happy Secretary's Day!"

Readers: The events depicted are all true. The names have been changed and
locations are not detailed in order to protect the people involved.

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I was doing something on a Friday night that 10 years earlier I would have
thought impossible: I was home alone, in front of a computer, trying to finish
a project that was due first thing Monday morning. What a far cry from my wild
high school and college fraternity weekends! The presentation was nearly
finished, but I didn't dare go out and risk losing my creative train of
thought.

I needed all the concentration I could muster which made me grateful that
Abigail wasn't home. She and a colleague had taken out one of their secretaries
to celebrate the end of National Secretary's Week. I was so engrossed in my
work that the ringing of the telephone startled me.

"Hello," I answered in an irritated voice.

"Hello, Mr. Alvarez?" a voice asked through the receiver.

"Yes," I replied.

Oh, hello, sir. It's me Tom - from **** ****," he said. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, Tom," I answered. "How about yourself?"

"Well, sir, I'd be a lot better, but. . .," Tom's voice trailed off.

"Tom, my name is Ric, not sir," I corrected him as I had several times before.
"What's going on?"

"Well. . .it's your wife," he said.

"My wife?!" I asked. At the mention of my wife I felt goose bumps rise on my
skin. "What wrong?! Is she okay?!"

"Oh, no! Nothing's happened, she's all right," he replied. "It's just that. .
.well. . .she's here and. . ."

Tom was head bartender at a restaurant owned by my father-in-law. Whenever
Abigail's family was in town, we usually ended up there at least once during
their visit and that's how I knew Tom. He was a pretty nice guy, but I was
annoyed at his hesitation.

"Come on, Tom," I urged impatiently. "I'm kind of busy right now."

"All, right. Well, she's had a little too much to drink and. . .," Tom
explained. "Well, she's kind of getting a little loud and -."

"Say no more, Tom," I laughed, cutting him off. "I'm on my way."

Tom thanked me and hung up. I saved my work and left to retrieve my wife who
was probably still with her friends.

I had only seen Abigail drunk about six times in the almost four years I had
known her. The restaurant where she and her friends had gathered is a high-
class place and not one where you would go to tie one on. Alcohol usually made
Abigail a little silly and I could only guess that she was annoying other
customers, the staff, or both.

I parked next to my wife's car and walked into the lounge portion of the
restaurant. I saw Tom as soon as I walked in and he greeted me with a huge
smile of relief.

"Thanks for coming," Tom said shaking my hand. "I'm sorry I had to call you,
but I didn't know what else to do."

"Don't sweat it, Tom," I said. "How much have they had to drink?"

"Well, not too much -," Tom began.

"It doesn't take much," I interrupted, knowing my wife's very low tolerance for
alcohol.

I was about to ask where she was when I heard Abigail's loud cackle. She has
different laughs depending on her mood, but when she gets out of hand, they
sound more like high-pitched squeals. I bade Tom a good night and followed the
noise to my wife's table.

"Hey, Abby, who's this good looking guy coming this way?" Shelly, a secretary
in my wife's department asked.

"Where?" my wife asked turning to face me. Abigail looked a little wild-eyed
which told me she was drunk. She blinked several times as she focused her sight
on me.

Heeeeyyyyy, baaaaby!" she slurred when she finally recognized me. "What are
yoooou doing here?"

Before I could answer, Abigail flung her arms around my neck, pulled me down to
her and shoved her tongue into my mouth. She kissed me long and sloppily as
other annoyed customers watched. I broke off the kiss and sat next to my wife.

"How are you, Ric?" Shelly asked with a smile.

"Good, Shelly. How are you?" I replied.

"Good - and drunk," she laughed.

"Where's Kathy?" I asked knowing there should have been three women at the
table.

"Awww, she's a party pooper," my wife answered. "She had to get up early
tomorrow. Drink with us, honey."

I knew the state my wife was in she would probably have made a scene if I had
just suggested that we go home.

"It's late, babe. What's say we let Tom close up and we go home where we can
really get crazy?" I suggested.

"Ooooh, yeeaaah, great idea!" Abigail squealed delightedly. She again kissed me
sloppily, and then whispered in my ear. "Honey, look what I've been drinking."

I looked at a nearly empty bottle of champagne on the table. I smiled, knowing
champagne makes my wife unbelievably horny. I immediately grew excited because
I knew she would want me to pound her tight pussy tonight.

"C'mon, Shelly, let's go powder our noses," my wife suggested.

They giggled and stumbled their way to the ladies' room as I went to pay the
bill. My wife came out first and met me in the empty waiting area. She told me
she wanted to stay a little longer. Not wanting her to throw a fit, I did the
only thing I could think of. I reached under her short skirt and forced her
thighs open.

"The sooner we leave, the sooner you get some of this," I said, forcefully
rubbing her pussy through her lacy panties.

"Oh, God! Let's get outta here!" my wife exclaimed with wide eyes. She pulled
me by my hand and called for Shelly as we nearly sprinted out the door.

On the way home Abigail kept fidgeting in her seat as she alternated between
whispering to Shelly in the back seat and rubbing my dick through my pants. She
tried several times to give me road head, but luckily we made it home before
she could cause an accident. I knew Shelly had a little too much to drink, so
she would be spending the night. I also knew that Abigail's mood would make it
impossible for me to complete my presentation, so I dismissed that notion.

Probably the most annoyed I've ever been is to be in the presence of drunk
people when I was sober. For that reason, I joined them in a drink. I was
hoping that Shelly would get more drunk and pass out, leaving me to fuck my
horny wife. Abigail asked for champagne, so I retrieved a bottle and poured
each of us a glass.

"A toast!" Abigail shouted. "To the best secretary in the world!"

We raised our glasses and drank several toasts over the next few minutes. I had
been so busy working on my project all day that I had scarcely eaten.
Therefore, it didn't take me long to start feeling "good."

Abigail put on some music and began doing a sexy dance for me. I joined her and
began to get aroused as we slowly slid and ground our bodies against each
other. She convinced Shelly to join us and the three of us danced closely.
Abigail pulled my head to hers and we hungrily french kissed for several
seconds.

"Honey, let's not be rude now," Abigail said in serious tone. "Let's not
exclude or guest."

I looked at Abigail, then at Shelly. My wife arched her eyebrows at both of us
as if to give us the signal that it was okay. This surprised me a little
because although Abigail had watched me with other women, she preferred I
didn't kiss them. I leaned toward Shelly and gave her a small peck on the lips.

"Babe, what kind of a kiss was that?" Abigail giggled. "It's National
Secretary's Week, give her some sugar."

My eyes met my wife's and I smiled because at that moment I knew what she had
in mind. My wife had given Shelly several gifts throughout the week including
flowers, a dress and had taken her to lunch and dinner. It finally dawned on me
that I was to be my wife's final gift of the week to Shelly.

I turned to face the brown haired Shelly. I had always thought the college
student that worked part-time as a secretary in my wife's department was cute,
but I never thought of her in a sexual way. She was about 5'6 with long slender
legs and a small, cute ass. Now I looked into her hazel eyes and saw mixed
emotions. She looked willing, hesitant, nervous and calm all at once.

I wasn't sure if I should proceed, but I found myself moving my face toward
her. This time she met me half way and before I knew it, I was kissing her
thin, but sensual lips. After a few seconds I began pulling away, but something
drew me back and we resumed our kissing. This time, Shelly put her arms around
my neck and I felt her tongue enter my mouth.

As we french kissed, I felt a hand rubbing my crotch. I opened one eye and saw
my wife standing at my side. She winked at me and I kissed Shelly ravenously.
We made out for several minutes while Shelly's body rubbed against mine.

"Let's all get comfy," Abigail suggested.

My wife sat on a love seat and Shelly and I sat on the long couch next to it.
Abigail looked at me and said Shelly had asked her what sex with me was like.

"I'm sorry, Ric, I didn't mean to pry into -," Shelly began saying to me
apologetically, but Abigail interrupted her.

"Oh, that's okay," my wife said, putting her hand on Shelly's. "I can tell you
how good he is. But wouldn't you rather find out for yourself?"

"He's a really good kisser," Shelly said appearing a little nervous as she
avoided answering my wife's question.

"Oh, that's nothing. Just wait 'til he kisses your pussy," Abigail said in a
throaty, sexy, voice. "You'll really melt then. And probably come your brains
out, too."

My wife was sitting back and sipping a glass of champagne. Her eyes, her body
language, everything about her exuded sex. Abigail looked confident and in
control - something I found very arousing.

"Are you serious?" Shelly asked in an expectant voice. "You really want me to.
. .?"

"Honey, show her how serious I am," Abigail said when Shelly failed to complete
her sentence. The look about my wife made her words sound more like a command
than a request.

Aroused by my controlling wife, I leaned closer to Shelly and softly kissed her
neck. I heard her suck in her breath and she shivered slightly as goose bumps
appeared on her neck. She had smooth skin and I eagerly kissed, sucked and
nibbled her creamy flesh.

Shelly wore a slinky, light blue dress on this warm, late April evening. I
nibbled her shoulders and when I looked down the front of her dress, I noticed
she wasn't wearing a bra. I was surprised with my boldness when I slid her
dress straps off her shoulders without even caring if she wanted me to or not.

I trailed my kisses to her chest and sucked hard on her flesh as I exposed her
breasts. Shelly's breasts were small like my wife's, but a little more round.
As I kissed around the outside of her tit, I wondered if I could fit the whole
thing into my mouth. I sucked as much of her left one into my mouth that would
fit and chewed gently on it as I ran my tongue over her nipple. After a few
seconds I did the same to the other tit while Shelly moaned and pushed my head
tighter into her chest.

After a few more minutes of sucking, I motioned for Shelly to rise. She stood
up and I slid her dress past her slender hips until it was bunched around her
ankles. When she spread her legs to step out of her dress, I could see a wet
spot in the crotch of her matching light blue, panties.

I laid the dress over the back of the couch. When I turned back around, I
looked past Shelly and saw that my wife had already stripped naked. She
motioned me over and pulled me down to her.

"Make me proud, baby," she whispered, and then kissed me tenderly. "I love
you."

Shelly was still standing when I directed my attention to her. I guided her
gently to the couch and continued working her smallish tits. I sucked and
nibbled the underside of each breast and then kissed my way down her stomach.
When I reached her navel, I dipped my tongue inside and swirled it around.
Shelly moaned a little more and squirmed as I tongued the sexy indentation.

I kissed down her pubic bone and pulled down the waistband of her silky panties
so I could run my tongue underneath. I could smell her fragrance and knew I had
to have a better whiff. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of her panties and
she lifted her butt up a little so I could pull them off. As I pulled her
thighs up, she rested her feet on the couch and I saw she still wore her light
blue heels.

"Get ready for the best tonguing you've ever had, Shelly," my wife said.
"You're with a REAL man now."

Shelly smiled warmly at Abigail, but I wiped that off her face when I planted a
firm kiss on her pussy lips. She sighed quietly and I stopped to admire her
pretty pussy. She was clean-shaven on the sides (something I don't like!) and
had a small patch of dark brown pubic hair just above her clitoral hood. Her
slit, which had opened at the touch of my lips, was so brightly pink that it
looked as if had been painted. But I knew the wetness that coated her vulva was
her womanly offering and not paint.

"You have a very beautiful pussy," I said as I admired her womanly beauty.

"Thank you," she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

I wasn't able to contain myself any longer and slowly, but firmly flattened my
tongue and rubbed the entire length of her vulva.

"Oooohhhhh, Gaaaaawwwwd," she muttered quietly and instinctively humped her
pussy on my tongue.

After several licks, I sucked her tight pink petals between my teeth and
slurped hard and nibbled. I orally massaged her pussy and the movements of her
hips smeared her sweet nectar on my face. Shelly groaned lustily when I stuck
my tongue into her pussy and fucked her slowly.

"Is that good, Shelly?" my wife asked.

"Uuuhh-hhuuuhhh," Shelly panted.

"Tongue fuck her, baby," my wife ordered. "Eat her pussy good. Make her come
hard."

I found Abigail's encouragement exciting. Her words seemed to go into my ears,
onto my tongue and into Shelly's pussy. I tongued and sucked as hard as I could
as Shelly's moans and Abigail's dirty words filled my ears. I withdrew my
tongue and replaced it with a finger. I licked hard on Shelly's hard clit and
fingered her pussy for several minutes while the two women's squeals filled the
air.

"God, I wanna come!" Abigail hissed loudly. "Wanna come, Shelly?!"

"Yessssss!" Shelly squealed loudly. "Oh, yessssss!"

"OH, GAWWWWD!" My wife screamed. "UUUUNNNNHHHH!"

Abigail's screams drove me to work harder on Shelly. I knew she had an earth
shattering orgasm and I wanted to give Shelly the same. By now, Shelly was
thrusting her pussy to meet my tongue and finger while her breaths were just
one long squeal.

Just when I thought my tongue was going to cramp, I felt Shelly grab the back
of my head and force me harder into her wet pussy.

"UUUUNNNNHHHHH!" Shelly groaned as she viscously ground my face into her pussy.
She then started squealing as I felt here body convulse in orgasm under my
face. Shelly's pants turned to quiet breaths as she slowly came back to Earth.

"How was it, Shelly?" I heard my wife's voice.

"Intense," Shelly sighed. "Oh, God."

"I told you he was the best," Abigail said smugly. "God, I came hard."

I looked back at my wife and she smiled at me through half closed eyes. I
smiled at both her and Shelly as I peeled off my shirt. I dipped my head and
cleaned the juices off Shelly's pussy and thighs until she whimpered for me to
stop.

I sat next to Shelly and bent down to remove my shoes. I stood in front of her
and slowly slid my pants off. I wondered what her lips would feel like wrapped
around my cock as I dropped my underwear. I kneeled onto the couch and gently
pulled her toward my groin.

Without saying a word she kissed the length of my hardening cock. She sucked my
glans into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. I felt the blood rush to
my groin as my prick slowly started to harden. After guiding her hand to my
balls, she found a good rhythm and sucked hard on my head, while she jerked my
cock and rubbed my balls with her hands. She stopped periodically to ask me if
she was doing okay. After a few minutes, I was rock hard and when she made eye
contact with me, I thought I was going to explode so I quickly pulled back.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked surprised. "Didn't you like it?"

"No, no," I assured her. "That felt fantastic."

"Are you sure? Because I can do better," she persisted. "It's just that I'm a
little nervous. I've never been with an older man before."

YIKES! The word "older" hit me like a slap in the face. And she must have
realized it because she spoke quickly.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I don't mean that you're old," she explained waving her hands.
"I meant-I meant that, well. . ."

"I understand," I said, bailing her out. At that moment I remembered that she
was only 22 years old. I was 30 and it had been probably seven or eight years
since I had been with someone her age.

"I meant that I've never been with someone as experienced as you," she
explained. "Because I'm younger than you and - I mean! Oh, God. I'm blowing it
aren't I?"

"Not at all. I understand what you're trying to say," I said guiding her head
gently back to my stiff dick so she could resume her sucking. "You're doing
just fine."

I would have loved to leave my cock in her warm, wet mouth, but it was time for
me to find another hole. I was going to ask my wife for a condom, but when I
turned around, I saw she was fast asleep.

"Babe, wake up," I said as I gently shook her. I shook a little harder, but
knew my efforts would be futile.

"I think she's passed out. She drank a lot tonight," Shelly explained.

I agreed and gathered my wife into my arms. She neither moaned nor stirred as I
took her upstairs to our bedroom. Shelly asked if I needed help and I heard her
footsteps behind me. She pulled back the covers to our bed and tucked them
under my wife's chin after I placed her on our bed.

"I guess the party's over, huh?" Shelly asked with searching eyes.

"No. Not at all," I quickly answered without thinking.

"Are you sure?" she smiled.

"Of course. Let's go back downstairs," I suggested.

I stopped by the bathroom to grab a condom and quickly questioned what I was
doing. Are we still supposed to do this even though Abigail's asleep? I know
she likes to watch, but would it still be okay? She wouldn't mind would she?
She'd still want us to have fun, right?

I walked downstairs unsure of the answers to my questions. When I saw Shelly
however, my smaller head convinced my bigger head that it would be okay with my
wife. I stared at Shelly's slender, sexy legs and knew I had to crawl between
them.

I sat on the couch and the next thing I knew, Shelly was on her knees sucking
me off again. She slowly worked her tongue up and down my veiny shaft until she
reached the head. Her eyes locked onto mine as she slowly and deliberately
bathed the head of my cock. It felt so good that I was afraid I'd shoot off
into her mouth before we could fuck.

Shelly opened the condom I handed her and rolled it onto my cock. She sat on
the couched and removed her heels before lying on her back. I leaned toward her
and she spread her legs to accommodate me. As I positioned myself, I felt a
little uneasiness about her and also saw it in her eyes.

"Are you nervous?" I asked. She responded with a nod.

"Just a little," she said with a shy, almost embarrassed smile.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," I said, leaning down to kiss her.

"Okay," she answered in a whisper.

I kissed her deeply in hopes of trying to make her feel comfortable. I knew it
worked when she responded by kissing me softly and moving her pubic bone
against my aching prick. I continued kissing her as I reached down and rubbed
my cock all over the opening of her sweet hole. When I gently inserted the head
of my cock into her, she moaned. We sighed loudly each time I penetrated her
tight love hole a little deeper. A few seconds after I was all the way in, I
was slowly sliding my cock in and out of her taut snatch.

"God, you're tight," I moaned.

"That's good though. . .unh. . .right?' she asked between moans.

"Oh, yeah," I answered. "I love your tight pussy."

I wasn't sure if Shelly was still a little nervous or just inexperienced
because she just laid there and moaned quietly. She didn't move to meet my
thrusts, she just kind of squirmed under me. The thought that I was showing
this young woman what a more experienced man could do thrilled me.

"Do you like the way I fuck, sweetie?" I teased. "Would you like me to keep
fucking you?"

She answered each question with a tiny squeal of "yes."

"Do you like the way my cock feels in your tight pussy?" I asked. "Isn't
fucking a REAL man better than fucking little boys?"

"Oh, God, yes," she squealed. "So much better. I love it."

'Want me to fuck you faster?" I asked.

"Yessss, pleassssse - faster!" she hissed.

I quickened my pace a little at a time until I was fucking Shelly at a faster
rate. She had a high-pitched squeal that she emitted whenever I drove deep into
her pussy. I felt her slender legs wrap around my waist as she was thrusting
her body against my cock and moaning loudly.

"How's it feel? I asked. "You like that?"

"God, yesssss, so gooood," she moaned. "Fuck me. . .uuuunnnhh. . .yessss!"

Our sexual sounds - my grunts, her moans, my body slapping against hers -
filled the living room: I pulled her legs and she dislodged them from my waist
long enough for me to reposition them. I pushed her knees to her chest and held
her ankles nearly behind her head. Between our panting, I could hear the
slurping noise my cock made as it reamed her pussy. My balls became wet as they
slapped against her ass, which was soaked with her cunt juice.

The power that I felt as this pretty younger woman squirmed and squealed under
every thrust of my cock heightened my arousal. I fucked her quickly and
steadily, but not roughly. Her eyes were tightly closed and her mouth was
widely open. If anyone other than my soundly sleeping wife were in the house,
Shelly's loud squeals would have surely awoken them.

"Open your eyes. Look at me, Shelly," I urged. She opened her eyes and looked
into mine, but she had the vacant stare one gets when lost in sexual bliss. "I
want you to come hard for me. Would you like that?"

"Y-y-y-essss, God, yessss!" Shelly whined.

"Come on, sweetie, come for me," I implored. "Come good and hard for me. I
wanna hear you scream."

Our sexual energy excited me and I could feel my cock building to an explosive
ejaculation. I knew Shelly was on the brink of a powerful orgasm, but I also
knew if I blew my load too soon, she might not have it. I let her wrap her legs
around me again and increased the grinding against her pubic bone, hoping it
would trigger her magic button.

"OH, GOD! OOOOOO!" Shelly began whimpering as we looked into each other's eyes.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Shelly's mouth gaped open and her eyes appeared to roll back into her head as
she let out the loudest, inhuman screech I've ever heard. I was so lost in her
orgasm that only when I grunted loudly and felt a pain in my cock did I realize
that I had just shot my own load.

I still lay between Shelly's legs when she opened her eyes. She stared blankly
at me as if she didn't recognize me. A look of confusion followed and I
momentarily grew nervous until a huge smile broke over her face.

"WOW! Did I just come?" she asked with a genuine look of surprise. "I did,
didn't I? Of course I did. Oh, God, I screamed too, didn't I?"

Shelly started giggling uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Nothing. I'm just so embarrassed," she answered between giggles. "God, do you
think your neighbors heard me?"

"Possibly. And if they were asleep, they aren't anymore," I joked.

Shelly covered her face and giggled more. I withdrew my limp dick and peeled
off the slimy condom. I set the condom aside and before I knew it, Shelly was
licking and sucking me clean. Afterward we lounged on the couch and gathered
our senses.

"Shelly, did my wife say anything to you?" I asked. It was a strange time to
wonder, but I was curious if Abigail had told Shelly about our extracurricular
love life.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, something lead to THIS, right?" I explained.

"Oh, yeah, well. . .I guess it started as girl talk," she began.

Shelly explained that she and my wife had been talking one day over drinks. The
subject turned to sex and Shelly asked Abigail what her sex life was like.
Abigail bragged about my sexual prowess and asked Shelly if she wanted to find
out for herself. Shelly laughed and said "yes," but didn't think that my wife
was serious. As far as I gathered, Shelly didn't know their had been others
before her - which relieved me.

"She brought it up again tonight, but I thought she was just drunk," Shelly
continued. "I knew she was serious when she said the only condition was that
she wanted to watch. I thought it was a little strange, but I guess I don't
mind experimenting."

"And did you like your experiment?" I asked, shamelessly fishing for a
compliment.

"I LOVED it," she answered with a sexy grin.

The more Shelly and I spoke, the more I grew to realize how sexy she was. Of
course it didn't hurt matters that she was stark naked! I wanted more of her
and suggested that we make ourselves more comfortable in one of the guest
bedrooms.

"Do you think Abby will mind?" Shelly asked as she lay back with her legs
spread. "After all, she was supposed to watch."

"No, it'll be all right," I replied, not knowing the real answer.

I had actually forgotten about my wife because I was only thinking about
screwing Shelly. If I did have some explaining to do to Abigail, I would worry
about it later.

Shelly sucked me back to full hardness and we fucked in every imaginable
position over the next hour. After she orgasmed at least three more times and I
shot another load, we passed out. I awoke in the morning to my wife's voice.

"Honey, where are you?" she called out sleepily from the hall.

Through my partial slumber, I wondered if she would be upset with me for having
sex with Shelly without her being present. I kept quiet because I needed some
time to figure out what I was going to say. I opened one eye and my wife saw I
was awake just as she walked in the door.

"Oh, there you are," Abigail said. She crawled underneath the sheets and
snuggled up to me. "Is Shelly gone?"

"I guess so," I said when I noticed she wasn't in bed.

"Babe, did I pass out?" she asked in a tired voice.

"Yeah," I replied.

"How embarrassing," she said. "Did you and Shelly have fun?"

"What do you mean?" I asked nervously, trying to buy time.

"Don't be silly. You know what I mean," my wife prodded. "Did you do her?"

"Was I supposed to?" I asked dumbly.

"Of course," Abigail responded nonchalantly.

I breathed a sigh of relief because I knew I was off the hook. I admitted to my
wife that Shelly and I had sex and that we both enjoyed it. She said she was
glad and that next time she wouldn't drink, so she could enjoy herself, too. My
wife buried her face in my chest and fell back asleep.

I wasn't only elated that my wife wasn't upset, I was excited at the thought of
having sex with Shelly again. The three of us got together several times over
the following few weeks. The next few times were fun, but after a while, the
novelty began wearing off for me.

Still, the night my wife passed out was a turning point for me because I didn't
seem to mind her absence. I thought that was not only strange, but a dangerous
sign as well.

* * * * * * * * * *

Nearly two months later Frank, a colleague of mine, and I were scheduled to go
on a business trip. We were to attend a four-day seminar and share what we had
learned with the rest of our department. The days would be relatively busy, but
we would have the nights to ourselves. I was excited because we had planned on
catching a couple of sporting events and hitting a couple of other places while
we were in town.

"Hey, Frankie, my boy," I said greeting Frank as I walked into the office. "In
two days we're going to be kicking back and taking in the three b's - booze,
baseball and basketball."

"Sounds great," Frank responded. "I hope you have a good time."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I'm not going," Frank replied. "Collins Tech wants my project two weeks
early."

I nearly went through the roof. Collins Tech's program developer had a bad
reputation for switching deadlines on us, which is why I refused the assignment
in the first place. And now this asshole had done it again and ruined Frank's
plans and mine. I didn't understand why Frank appeared lighthearted in light of
the news.

"So why are you smiling?" I asked dejectedly.

"Well, my friend, you'll never guess who's going in my place," Frank laughed.

"Oh, shit. . .who?" I asked. I knew by the joking look on Frank's face that it
was someone I didn't want to go with.

"That person was just here looking for you," Frank laughed. "I'll let THEM tell
you."

I didn't ask again and Frank left the office. He was laughing so hard I was
afraid to find out who it was. I tried to figure out which person I'd least
like to go with, when I was interrupted.

"Good morning, Dear," Carol, our 57 year old office manager sang out as she
entered the room. "Have you heard the great news? We're going to be travel
buddies!"

I sat frozen with a fake smile on my face and nodded as Carol told me what a
great time we were going to have learning of the latest research tools, desktop
publishing programs, etc.

Oh, fuck! I thought. This can't be happening! Please, somebody kill me. . .

End of Part XI

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