Can I say that I was officially shocked??

After getting back to the apartment, I change into a pair of sweatpants, a turtleneck, a sweatshirt and fuzzy socks that look warm but actually aren’t. I slide into the kitchen to heat up some food that my brother brought over from his restaurant. He and I don’t talk often nor see each other often but I know he’s always there for me and he knows that I’m always there for him. Bob and my buddy from the NYPD reached out to my brother the other day to let him know what’d been going on since he’s my power of attorney.

The pasta that my brother cooked was amazing, as always. I spied a slice of the heavenly cheesecake that he also brought over. In general, I can’t stand cheesecake but my brother makes the best! He left a huge slice of Belgian chocolate raspberry swirl. Now that is what I call heaven!! I chased it down with a cold glass of milk.

I walk over to the living room and check out the DVD collection that my co worker’s brother has. There were so many of my favorites. I was pretty unsure which one to put into the Blu Ray thingy until I saw “Schindler’s List”. It doesn’t matter how many times I watch it, I will always need a few boxes of tissues.

Not too long after putting the movie in, my coworker got back to the apartment and brought us each a slice of the cheesecake he got at my brother’s restaurant. He sat down and watched the movie with me. Somewhere halfway through the movie I fell asleep and the next thing I remember was waking up in my bed in the arms of my coworker.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. You were tired and I didn’t want to finish the movie without you. I wanted to just hold you and watch you sleep. Look, there’s something that I want to tell you” he said.

“If you say so. What’s up?” I ask.

“I went to my lawyer and asked him to speed up the divorce process. The divorce should be finalized in a few days” he said.

“Why are you telling me this? It’s got nothing to do with me. I’m just a coworker but not for much longer. I gave my two weeks’ notice; I found another job with a different company. I did it because we have no future together” I said.

“I know that you’re leaving the job and I’m going with you” he said.

“You can’t come with me! I need to get away.”

“One thing you didn’t realize, baby girl, is that yes I can come with you. You now work for me at my company. The good news is that I get to spend more time with you and fall deeper in love with you.”

“What?”

With nights like this, I do NOT miss bouncing at a club

I do a full body stretches to loosen up my muscles. Somehow I knew it was going to be a fun night so I figured I’d stretch just in case someone does something stupid but nothing’s new with that. It’s October and Halloween is around the corner, as is the full moon.

As I leave the locker room, Bob’s waiting just outside for me with a bag of my things. He said that he had a bit of a verbal confrontation with my coworker but Bob called my buddy from the NYPD and he came over to the apartment to oversee Bob grabbing some stuff….My buddy intentionally let it leak that I was his partner for a number of years before I got transferred to the Homicide Department.

As the night wore on, I swear people got crazier and crazier despite no full moon yet. It wasn’t the fact that people started dressing in costumes, it was their behavior. Most of the clubbers are regulars. I’ve gotten to know quite a few of them in the months that I was one of the bouncers but I became closest to my buddy Roderick.

Tonight was insane. A group of 5 military members tried to take out Rod because he’s a cross dresser. I love this guy to pieces. I said no way in hell that I’d let these military people bother my friend. They tried some crazy shit to get Rod out; they got to the point where he was lifted over their brainless skulls. The next thing I know, I have some 300 pound military guy trying to choke me out but an elbow to the gut followed by a fist to the nose got him to let me go. The short order cook (about a solid foot and a half taller than me) goes for his gun that he smuggled in but I knocked his ass out. He was out cold for a solid 3 minutes before I allowed Bob to call the EMT’s. The EMT’s know me and once they saw this bozo slowly coming to, they *tried* to stifle laughter. They checked him out to see if he was ok and he was. He said that he wanted to call the police to file a report against me. I said that there wasn’t any reason to call the police because I *AM* the police and that I was going to file a report against him for attempted assault on an officer. The guy pales and leaves Cielo with no need for an escort.

We closed at 3 am so we could clean up the club for the next big event in a few days. We worried about the bigger stuff: the trash, recycling, dirty panties, used condoms…you name it, we cleaned it up......wearing gloves! I made sure that the floors were well cleaned; first with a water and bleach mix followed by the normal floor cleaner and water.


By 4:30 am, I went home with Bob and his wife, Marla – she tends the bar. When we finally got to their place at 5, the first thing I do fall down face first onto the closest couch. I’m out in seconds. When I woke up at noon, I realized that I was SO tired, I didn’t even move an inch while asleep. I get up, head on over to the spare room and the attached bathroom to take a shower and become more human. I think I showered long enough to become a raisin. I brushed my teeth and hair, did minimal makeup, dressed and went into the kitchen to start cooking pancakes. One of our – Bob, Marla and I – traditions is who ever woke up first from a rough night got first dibs on the hot water then made chocolate chip pancakes and bacon.

I was still kinda tired from the previous night that I cut up the bacon to put in the pancake mix. After making about a million and a half pancakes, Bob and Marla wake up and sit at the table drooling over the stack of the bacon chocolate chip pancakes. They asked where the most important food is – the bacon – and I told them I ate it all. They weren’t too surprised at that since I’d done it before. They dig in, not suspecting the bacon inside the pancakes. Once they started eating, they found the mother load of all mother loads of bacon. I’m serious about bacon; I promise you that it’s its own food group and is the one thing that everyone should eat!


After we eat and clean up, I run back to the club to grab my badge and field weapon from the locker. Once armed with these items – pun intended – I head back to my coworker’s brother’s apartment to relax for the rest of the day and read a few books.


The following day, Sunday, I head to St Patrick’s Cathedral for mass. I see the military guy – the one who tried to choke me - walking in, crossing himself with the holy water and sitting down in one of the pews near me.


Once mass was over, I leave and heard someone calling out “Detective!” I turn to see who it is. It’s the military dude who tried to choke me. He said that he wanted to apologize for his behavior. I said that it’s not my job to forgive him and that he sure does need Jesus for that…thankfully he was in the right place to do that. I patted him on the shoulder and left.


As I was heading back to the apartment, I ran into A. He asked how I was and what I was up to. I told him – except for the bouncing part; I’m grateful that my scarf was covering the slight bruising that the bastard gave me on my neck. I asked him how he was doing. He said that he was good; he misses me but now understands why I left. He said that he still loves me – always will – but is now taking some time to be by himself and not rush into relationship. I nodded and wished him luck.


I jogged back to the apartment with a sense of renewal and that I, too, can take time to be by myself and heal from past relationships.

Working as a bouncer for the night

I redid my hair, brushed my teeth, threw my sneakers on, grabbed my phone, wallet and a bottle of water from the fridge. My feet took me to Cielo….the only club to go to; especially in the Meat Packing District. I used to bounce there up until I started the current job. They pay was good but not the fights I broke up; on more occasions than I’d like to admit I had more injuries by the end of the night than the people in the fights.

Once at the door, I grabbed my electronic key/id and as I entered, I got a few nasty looks from a few clubbers. Oh well. I went to the manager’s office to see if my former boss was around and he was; thankfully. I needed to talk to him and I knew I could talk to him about everything under the sun.

“Bob! Do you have any time for your favorite and shortest bouncer?” I ask.

“I’ve got all the time in the world for you” he said. “What’s wrong with my best bouncer, baby girl?”

I tell Bob everything….the situation with the coworker, finding out that his brother is our mutual boss, the break-in at my apartment and now me staying with my coworker at his brother’s apartment. I even admit my feelings for my coworker and that I know darn well that my coworker won’t leave his wife for me.

“I’ll go swing by the apartment to grab a few of your things so you can stay with my wife and I tonight. Are you wanting to do any bouncing tonight? I hear the crowd we’re getting tonight is a little unruly! I’m sure that you’d love to throw a few people out and break up a few fights tonight! You’re locker still has your stuff in it. Go get ready; I’ll run to the co worker’s brother’s apartment to get your stuff so you can spend the night with us!” he said.

I give him a big hug and the keys to the apartment. I go to the locker room and open up my locker. Happy to see that everything’s still there, I change. I also include my police badge and field weapon to my bouncer's uniform. Guess I forgot to mention that I’m NYPD as well, huh?

Another unbelievable explanation

When I woke up from my nap finding myself in my co worker’s arms, I thought I was a little hung over from the wine and was imagining things. I rubbed my eyes a little and blinked a few times. I decided to see if I could sit up to see if I was hung over and really being in my co worker’s arms OR imagining it.

“Hey, Deppgrl. Didn’t realize that you’d be wide awake after sleeping for only an hour” he said.

“What the hell are you doing? I wanted to sleep alone! Yeah I know that it’s your brother’s apartment but I did NOT invite you to join me in bed! Gah! I just wish you could leave me alone!”

“Babe. You were screaming about being attacked, I came in found you thrashing about in bed. The only way that you would calm down was when I joined you in bed and placed you in my arms. Once I did that, you calmed down and fell back asleep; you didn’t scream or thrash around anymore, you fell into a deep sleep. Despite how much you don’t like me, I’m very grateful that I was there just to hold you. I know that you needed your sleep and I felt that it was important to make sure that you sleep” he said.

“Oh. Well, thanks, I guess. I’m going out for a walk” I said.

Inconceivable

After stomping into the spare room, I grab the freshly laundered towels and went off to the bathroom attached to the spare room I was using. The bathroom was amazing! It was like you’d see in a mansion from the 1920’s era.

I strip and turn the knobs to get the water flowing. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds to get hot water (in my apartment it takes a good 10 minutes!). I quickly raid the cabinets and I find my favorite shampoo and conditioner as well as soap and bath salts. I take a quick shower to get the past few hours dirt off of me and then rinse out the tub so I can take a bath using my favorite bath salts. I hear a soft knock on the door; I throw a towel on and opened the door.

“What do you want? I had a rough few hours. I just want to soak in the tub and listen to some music” I said.

“I’m sorry that you’ve been through a shit load today. Seeing me and spending time here with me is one of the last things that you want to do especially with the door to your apartment. I’m sure it feels like insult to injury. I can apologize to you til I’m blue in the face about my estranged wife but the chances of you believing me are slim to none. I deserve the hostility and the mistrust.

That’s beside the point. The reason why I knocked is because I wanted to bring you a bottle of wine and a glass as well as a few candles. You found some books, right? I wasn’t sure what brand of wine you like so I figured Arbor Mist would be good and I know that you love blackberries so I got you the blackberry flavor” my co worker said.

“Thanks” I said. “I’ll take the wine and I don’t need any candles nor the glass. And yes, I found the books. Thanks. The water’s getting cold!”

My coworker left the bathroom, I locked the door and dropped the towel; being careful not to spill the wine. I was thankful that the water was still scorching hot…..it’d make the bath last a few minutes longer. Once comfortable, I took a long swig of the wine and grabbed a book. I looked at the cover and saw that it was “Coma” written by Robin Cook.

I read a bit of it but the stress of my door being kicked in, having sex with my coworker and the wine, I thought it be best to get out of the tub and take a long nap. I drain the tub, rinse off, hang the towel up and grab the bottle of wine as I walk a few steps over to the spare room. I get dressed in my pj’s, finished the wine and climb under the sheets. In a matter of moments, I fall asleep. It was a restless sleep and subconsciously I knew I was thrashing around the bed and was screaming.

At a certain point in the nap, I was in the in between state of mostly asleep and barely awake. I could’ve sworn that the bed dipped due to added weight but I fell back asleep. This time it was a deep slumber. When I woke up an hour later, I found myself in the arms of my snoring co worker.

An interesting explanation; not sure if I believe it

He took my suitcase and I took my bag of toiletries and books out to the waiting taxi. As we headed back to his brother’s apartment, neither of us said anything. What would normally be a 25 minute drive without the traffic took just about an hour. When we got to his brother’s building, I reached into my purse to grab my wallet so I could pay the driver but my co worker told me to save my money and that he already paid the driver and gave him a hefty tip. I thanked him, grabbed my bags and got out. As I made my second trip up the elevator in less than 24 hours, I couldn’t look at anyone in the building; I was doing my second walk of shame in the building. I knew everyone had seen me go into my co worker’s brother’s apartment for a quickie, do the walk of shame out and do the walk of shame back inside. I kept my head down, my hair hiding my face. I didn’t want anyone to see my embarrassment or see me crying. My co worker led us back to the apartment, opened up and followed me in. He took my bags from me and placed them in the spare room he cleaned and organized for my use.

“Do you want anything to drink? Any tea? Vodka?” he asked awkwardly.

“No thanks. You don’t have to do this; being nice to me. Look, I could always go back to my apartment or go to my buddy’s apartment. All we had was a good fuck. That’s all we had. There’s nothing between us; no chemistry, no love, no history. I wasn’t looking for anything more than a one night stand. We’ll call the boss, said that we got here but we won’t say anything about me going to my buddy’s apartment in the Village. I’ll be out of your hair and we won’t see each other again….unless work requires it” I said.

“I know that we’re awkward right now. I should’ve told you about my wife from the beginning but I’m sorry that I didn’t. I know that I don’t need to explain myself but I want to. I’m recently married, my wife and I moved to Texas but I couldn’t find a job there so my brother told me about the job I have now, so I came back, applied and now have the job. I invited my wife back as soon as I accepted the job but she likes it down there. I invited her again but she doesn’t want to. I filed legal documents stating I want a legal separation from her. We do have a daughter; she’s another man’s child but I’m her legal father.

The reason why I’m telling you this is because I felt that we had chemistry before you came over last night. I felt sparks fly between us. I know you weren’t looking for anything last night and neither was I; until we met. Baby, I feel something between us. You can deny it all you want, but sweetie, I know you. You want me as much as I want you but you’re afraid; you’ve been hurt before. I promise you this, love, I will never harm you or hurt you physically, emotionally or mentally; I’m incapable of hurting the woman I love. You witnessed that yourself last night. I do have to disagree with you on one thing about last night….It wasn’t a “good fuck” as you described it. A “fuck” implies no passion, a faked orgasm and one of the involved people leaves. Baby, what we had was making love….we had so much passion, neither of us faked despite you leaving in the end.

Let’s not call the boss man about you leaving. You’re staying with me. I called him this morning to let him know that I used his apartment with a special woman that I knew that works with the company but you left because you need to get stuff for your shift. He has an idea of what happened here last night but if he has any suspicion why you’re leaving twice in less than 24 hours, he’ll definitely know…it could be trouble for me if you leave” he said.

“WHAT?!?!” I shriek. “The boss is your brother? What are you? Half brothers? Step brothers? That little fucker! Wait….how could it be trouble for you if I leave? It already is trouble for you!” I said.

“We grew up in an orphanage together and neither one of us had any siblings. We were tight as time went one and once we both received our walking papers the day after out 18^th birthdays, we continued to call each other “brother” although we never changed our last names; never felt like it was important. It’ll be trouble for me if you leave because my brother threatened to expose the fact that I’m unhappily married man stepping out on my wife with a woman I love. This company is family owned and family run. I’d lose my job if I left. I made a deal with my brother; once the divorce papers are signed by both my estranged wife and me, I have to wait 6 months before I marry you. I can’t marry you less than 6 months after the divorce…..it has to be 6 months to the day and/or after the fact” he said.

“Hold the phone. Who the hell said I wanted to marry you? Even IF I did, how would I know that you wouldn’t be stepping out on me like you’re doing with your wife? Sorry, dude, but I don’t trust you nor can I. At this point, I don’t want to see you or hear you. Just lock me in the spare room until your brother allows me out of this miserable prison!” I said, grabbing a bottle of water and some crackers and stomped off to the spare room.

What made him think I’d marry him? I wouldn’t nor could I! Even IF he was legally separated from his wife or not, I wouldn’t know if he was stepping out on me. I’ve been cheated on before and I can’t trust anyone since then. Ugh. I called my boss to see what I could learn about my co worker and what he isn’t telling me.

All the boss told me is what his brother/my co worker told me. I asked if I would be safe with his brother and he said I’m safer with his brother than I would be at Fort Dix! I laughed and jokingly said trouble would still hunt me down and easily find me whether I’m at Fort Dix or with his brother. I knew at that moment, I’d have a fight between myself and my co worker before the end of the third day. I’m just hoping that it won’t be World War III……I know it’s gonna be ugly but hoping not TOO ugly.

Never ending shit with the coworker

I opted to take the train home instead of using a taxi for two reasons. One, it was significantly cheaper. Two, people on the train to leave you alone; especially if your hair looks like a rat’s nest and if you’ve got mascara streaming down your face from crying. The train ride would take longer than taking a taxi but I didn’t mind at this point. I needed to think without getting asked a shit load of questions by the driver.

Once getting to my stop, I got out and threw my Jimmy Choo’s back on and walked the two and half city blocks to my building. I kinda booked it because I needed to take a shower and get some sleep in the next three hours before I go to work. I got to my door and noticed that the door was kicked in. I immediately called a friend of mine who works as a detective with the NYPD, asking him to come over after I explained my door. He came running over from the station down the block and stopped before colliding into me. He asked if I touched anything since I had arrived and I said that I hadn’t. He grabbed his gun, mentioned police presence and entered my apartment.

He came back out moments later and said that there was nothing missing or moved from my apartment. He said that I should go in to do a thorough search just in case. As I did so, he called crime scene techs in to double check as well and called the building manager to come up and to check out the door.

I called my boss and explained the situation. He said that he’d go ahead and pay me for the day as I took care of my apartment. He said that he’d pay me for the following  two days after that well so I could take the time I need to get my shit together, get the door fixed and maybe move into another building where there’s better security. I thanked my boss for his kindness and his understanding. Before hanging up with him, he said that he’s sending one of the closest field reps to pick me up so I could spend a few days with them as everything gets taken care of.

I go back into the apartment to gather some belongings so I could stay with the unnamed coworker that’s on their way. I should just ask my buddy from the NYPD if I could just crash on his super uncomfortable couch for a few days instead. As I walk over to him and just about to ask him, guess who walks in? No one other than the married coworker I’d just left a hours ago. I call my boss back asking if I could just send my coworker into work without me spending time at his house. I even mentioned my friend in the NYPD but my boss was insistent on my co worker. It didn’t work, unfortunately! I was to go home with my co worker and I was dreading it.

No longer engaged

Working some place different as A has been great for me. I've no longer had to rely on him and it's given us some space. I took my dad's truck over to A's while he was working, grabbed my stuff, left my key, my ring and a note explaining that I needed to end the engagement; thankfully after a few calls I was able to get ourselves a refund on what we put a deposit down on.

Don't get me wrong, I still love A very much and still kept my promise of setting M and B up but I can't be engaged to OR married to a man who tries to control me.

Once I got back home and unloaded my stuff from my dad's truck, my parents asked what happened. I told them that I had to end the engagement due to the fact that A was very controlling, he hated the fact that I was working someplace else, hated the fact that most of my friends are men, I had to tell him where I was going and who I was going out with (even had to give him their numbers). They were saddened a bit because they knew that A genuinely loves me but obviously had some issues showing me that he does. I say good riddance.

I ended up calling one of my new co workers to see if he were interested in going out for drinks. He didn't even hesitate; he said yes. We met up after we both got out of work. It was a great relief to chill and relax. We were there so long that we were told "Last call" about a hundred times. We stumbled outside and walked a block to his brother’s apartment.

As soon as we got in, we collapsed on the couch and continued to talk. Not long after, as I curled up against him, he started to kiss me. I had to pull back.....I'd just ended my engagement to a man I loved and now I'm kissing another man? I decided that I won’t let it bother me since I was no longer engaged and that I was a free woman.

I decided to kiss my coworker right back. In a matter of moments, we stripped off our clothes as we headed to the bedroom and started having sex. The way he touched and caressed my body was explosive. I couldn’t stop climaxing and screaming in pleasure.

After we both climaxed, we cuddled for a bit until his phone rang. He sighed and looked at who was calling.

“Hey, baby. How ya’ doing tonight? Oh. Me? I’m at my brother’s apartment watching ESPN2. Yeah. I’ll be leaving soon. Please kiss the baby good morning for me. Ok. See you soon. Love you, too” he said.

I got up and went to grab my clothes and glasses. Once I was dressed and wearing my glasses, I left the bed room to grab my phone from my purse to call a taxi.

“Hey. I need a taxi to come pick me up. Last taxi left at 2:45 am? Oh. I didn’t realize that you guys don’t come out this way. No. It’s fine. I’ll walk there from here. I know its 4 am in New York City and it’s not safe. I still need to get a taxi to get me the rest of the way home; there’s no way in hell that I’m walking over 100 city blocks to get home at this time of the morning. I’ll be there within an hour; yeah I know that I’m only a few blocks away but I’m wearing 6 inch heels. I’ll be there soon” I said then I hung up.

I grab the rest of my stuff and snag a water bottle out of the fridge. As I’m almost out the door, my coworker grabs me by the arm to stop me.

“Where are you going? I thought you’d be spending the night here with me” he said.

“You’re married. You couldn’t even tell me when I came in. If you did, I wouldn’t have had sex with you; I would’ve slept on the couch or something until I was ok enough to leave! Oh my God….I can’t believe I had sex with you. You used me to cheat on your wife. You have a baby for God’s sake! Thankfully we’re not working on the same field team. Do me a favor, delete my number, forget this ever happened and forget me” I said as I stormed out.

As soon as I got in the elevator, I took off my Jimmy Choo’s and grabbed them. Once off the elevator, I booked it to the closest train station to get back to my apartment. All I wanted was to get back home and all I needed was good hot shower and a quick nap before heading into work. I just hoped it worked!

Getting hit on while shopping at the food store

I started my new job this week. It was a great start to an amazing week. As hard as it was to not work with A all the time as well as not being with him 24/7. We’ve been stressed and snapping at each other all the time. We were in desperate need to force some kinda separation from each other before we said or did anything that we would’ve regretted. It’s a bit of a blessing that I have this job. It’s got a part of my work history/experience (sales) as well as my education (psychology, criminal justice and sociology).

Let’s take the afternoon that M and I had gone to the dive bar after work one afternoon. I’d told A that I was meeting with M there and that I’d mention that I was setting him up with my buddy B. A started getting in a huff after I got home 5 minutes later than I said I’d be home. A was jealous despite the fact that M is bisexual but is more sexually attracted to men than he is to women. A was jealous and he snapped when I got back home.

Just the other day, I told A that I was going back to stay with my parents for a few days because we were fighting too much. He wasn’t happy with that but understood the reason why (which was us fighting). So after coming home from church yesterday, my parents asked me to run to the food store to do some food shopping for the week. I said sure and off I went.

As I was in the shampoo aisle, I saw the shampoo that Mom wanted but not the conditioner. I went to customer service. The kid there said that the staff who take care of that aisle weren’t there today and nobody else knows where the conditioner is in the stock room. I asked if he could ask someone else to go back there and he said no. I nodded in the direction of the manager and I told the kid that his manager is right over my shoulder a few feet over and that he could ask him. The kid looked frightened to do so. I asked the manager myself. He went and took a look in the stock room; the conditioner wasn’t in stock. He offered a rain check and I said that I had a coupon that I wanted to use but it still had some time. So we went over to the shampoo aisle to look at the brand of shampoo that Mom wanted and that I had a coupon for. He said that he’d authorize the 2 in 1 shampoo/conditioner when I check out.

He asked for my number and I said that I was engaged. He asked why the engagement ring was on my right ring finger instead of the left ring finger. I explained that A and I had been fighting often since we live together and until recently worked together; that we’re practically attached at the hip. The manager asked if I was still engaged and I said that yes, I am but not sure if my fiancée and I are going to end it or not since we fight more than anything else at the moment. He just nodded his head and said ok then he went on his way.

I finished my shopping and as I was unloading the bags from the cart to my car, the manager came out and helped despite my protests. I was about to hop into the car and he gently held me back from getting in. I looked him kinda funny then I realized he was about to kiss me. I was about to remind him that I am engaged, he kissed me with passion that I never felt before, even with A. I felt a fire burning in the pit of my stomach as I was kissing him back but I had to pull away.

I thanked the manager for showing me the passion that my fiancée and I were missing and reminded him that I’m still engaged. I got in the car and drove back to my mother’s. I felt a little guilty; I should’ve felt a whole lot more guilty than I was.

Two weeks' notice

I talked to my temp agency last week to officially give them my two weeks’ notice. They weren’t happy; especially D. It didn’t matter because D’s leaving, not sure when. T – the overnight supervisor – found another job and his last night was Thursday into Friday morning. V – the afternoon supervisor – left yesterday.

It’ll be tough not working with A every day because it’s something I’ve gotten used to and I loved working with my fiancé. I hadn’t had any problems with any of the guys since A and I announced our engagement

Some sad news.

Dear Readers,

First I just want to thank you for joining me in this bumpy ride and following my blog despite not flowing evenly, properly or whatever term you want to use.

Second, I’m sorry that I haven’t posted since I announced the engagement of A and I. Life’s been a little crazy with the wedding come up soon plus the three supervisors at my temp agency are all leaving and their replacements are getting shown the ropes. I’m really not making it easy for any of the new supervisors. A and I are working like crazy; working 12 hour days so I end up seeing the new supervisors. They all threaten to get rid of me once they’re official – which will be in 3 weeks. The funny thing? I gave my two weeks’ notice the other day….I’ll be gone before they can get rid of me. Plus I’m not making too big of trouble; I’m not really listening to them – I’m listening to A since he pretty much stole me out of the clutches of the agency and became my unofficial boss.

The last thing. Ugh. Very sad to announce that my (distant) cousin died the other day. I’ve met him a few times over the past 30 odd years. It hurts to know that he died young (mid 60’s) and has kids my age.

I’ll be taking some time away to mourn my cousin. I hope you understanding.

Xoxo

Deppgrl

Prendere un giorno di malattia/Taking a sick day

Ciao a tutti! Per i miei lettori americani, Happy Labor Day! Per i miei lettori non americani, Buon lunedì!

Sperando che tutti si sta godendo il loro giorno - anche se è il temuto Lunedi. Mi sono bloccato a letto passando attraverso scatole dei tessuti, la medicina freddo, tè caldo, gocce per la tosse, i libri e maglieria. Potrei anche iniziare a guardare Il Padrino Trilogia ..... cioè se riesco a stare sveglio!

È ora di aggiungere un altro felpa, paio di calzini e coperta ..... Sono assolutamente odio essere freddo quando sono malato.



Hello, everyone! To my American readers, Happy Labor Day! To my non American readers, Happy Monday!

Hoping everyone is enjoying their day - even though it is the dreaded Monday. I am stuck in bed going through boxes of tissues, cold medicine, hot tea, cough drops, books and knitting. I might even start watching The Godfather Trilogy.....that is if I can stay awake!!

Time to add another sweatshirt, pair of socks and blanket.....I totally hate being cold when I am sick.

Everything's going swimmingly

            Everything’s been going pretty swimmingly since A and I became engaged. We were talk of the ENTIRE factory and every department for almost a week. It was rather amusing to be honest!! The funniest thing about it is that D was sending me nasty looks ever since A told him about the engagement. He’d been making working on the day shift worse than it already was. A told D’s boss that I’ll be working closely with A on every shift; I’d be scheduled the same shift that A was….We’d start with the overnight shifts, the following week would be afternoon shifts and the last week would be day shift. He thought it’d be best because D was treating me much worse than he had been for a while.
            More often than not, I’d spend the night at A’s; slowly moving my belongings into his house. The nights that I was at my house with my parents’ house were the nights that A would go through his deceased wife’s things figuring what to donate, throw out or to sell. I told him that I want him to keep her wedding dress, engagement and wedding rings, their wedding photos and anything else of sentimental value. He cried hearing that. The days that A went through his wife’s things, I’d stay at my parents’ house to give him as much space as he needed and him knowing that with one text or phone call, I’ll pack a bag and head back to his house.
            When we weren't working, we’d go through small venues and small churches to see which ones we liked the best. Considering that this is his second wedding and my first, we wanted a small venue because we didn't want many people; we only wanted the people closest to us. My nephew would be the ring bearer and my friend, B, would be the flower man. I’d have two of my closest friends as a matron of honor and maid of honor, he’d have his father and his closest work buddy “M” as his best men.

            We had several big discussions of the food. He wanted spicy food and I wanted Italian food as well as comfort food (like macaroni and cheese, fried chicken). We finally agreed on the Italian and comfort foods; some choices would be spicy. The cake tradition wouldn't work out. I love cake, he doesn't  He loves cheesecake, I don’t. We both love ice cream, cookies and brownies….so that would take the place. Over the weekends that we didn’t work, we baked brownies and cookies and storing them in the huge storage freezer at my parents’ house.

            Our funds for the wedding and reception venues, my dress, the cost of the food (including the ice cream, brownies and cookies), there wasn’t enough money so we had an idea. We emailed everyone in our individual email addresses – plus our joint one – and explained that if they received a text from either A or I with wedding details, to save the text, RSVP (with or without a date) and when the get to the church for the wedding, show the security guys the text (they’d have to show the same text at the reception).

            The other day at work, M – A’s best man – was wondering how I got A’s attention a few short months ago. I said that I had no idea how but grateful that I did. B asked how A got my attention and I said that he went out of his way to chase me down every shift that we worked together and his smile. B said that sounded cheesy and yet romantic. I told him to wait until he finds the right person. He said that nobody at work knows that he’s bisexual. I had a conspiracy brewing in my head. I asked if A knew of B’s bisexuality and M said that A did. All I said was good then went off to find A

“Baby!! Babe, two things. I gotta have you soon and I need your help setting M up at the wedding with a friend of mine!” I said

          A grabbed me by the hand and we ran to the supply closet where we had our sexual encounter. Once he locks the door, we rip our clothes off and start having hot, wild and crazy sex. After fulfilling our needs several times, I tell A my plan.

“You know my buddy, B, right? The one that’s gonna be the flower man, right?” I ask.

“Yeah I know him. What about him? He’s gay?” A asked.

“Kinda. He’s bi. M’s bi. I’ve seen them eye each other when they work the same shifts. It’s not the “I’m weary of you” eyeing but it’s the “I’m undressing you with my eyes and imagining 101 ways to have sex with you” eyeing. We’ll set them up at the wedding. I don’t mind if it’ll be a one night stand or if it leads into a relationship!”

“I’m in! B’s you’re best friend and M’s mine! We gotta get them set up!” A said.

       We get dressed and head back to work. I return back to the line I was working on with M. M knew that I just had sex with A (I still can’t believe that we’re engaged!) but is unaware of the plan that A and I have. When the shift ends, I pull M aside and ask him to join me for a beer at the local dive bar. He said sure and I went off to tell A. A is a little surprised but is fine that I’m heading out with his best friend. I swing by A’s house, shower and change then out the door to meet B. 

“Hey, M. Thanks for meeting me here. This bar is my favorite place to go after work. The owner and bartender knows what I want by the look on my face after plopping down on a bar stool after a shift."
"I'm just a little curious why we're meeting. We've never hung out after work before; with or without A"

Aye. Afternoon shift

I wasn’t originally scheduled to work this week but ended up going in Wednesday for the second shift. It was kinda uneventful until I accidentally nicked my thumb with a box cutter (I was thoroughly distracted by A!). He brought me over to the team room so I could clean the nick (bleeding a bit) and put on a special band aid (it has a metal strip between the gauze thing and the adhesive).

“Lemme see your hand” A said.

“I can do it myself, thanks!” I said.

“I know you can’t stand blood. Lemme do it” A said.

“Oye!” I said. “Fine. But it’s not that much blood.”

“Are you meschuggina? You’re turning all shades of green!”

“Just feeling a little funny. Can’t stand the smell of blood. Yeah I know it’s a small amount but I can still smell the iron in blood” I said.

A gets out of the chair, guides me to the chair, helps me sit and places a garbage can near me in case I need to vomit. No wonder I’m crushing on him!! Anyways, he grabs an alcohol wipe and a band aid. After opening the foil up, A reaches for my thumb and gently cleans off the blood.

“HOLY FUCK!” I scream. “Sorry, I keep forgetting how much alcohol stings any kind of scrape or cut! Please forgive me…..I normally don’t curse like that.”

“It’s fine. Look……I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am I didn’t tell you about my wife before. I don’t want to forget her nor do I want to replace her. She did tell me before she died that she’s fine with me remarrying and having children. Grrr; stupid band aid. Where was I? Oh yeah. Anyways, I love you very much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know that this is the last place to propose, but Deppgrl, would you marry me?” A said.

“YES!!” I said as I flew out of the chair and into his arms, kissing him with every fiber of my being. “Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes!!”

“I take it that your answer is a yes! I’m so glad you said yes!” A said as he leaned down to kiss me. He reaches into a drawer at his desk and pulls out a Tiffany blue box. How did he know that I absolutely ADORE Tiffany’s? I have no idea but the man has class!!

“Now, I need to do this the right way,” A said as he dropped to one knee; opening the box. “Deppgrl, would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

“Yes, A!” I start crying as he pulls out a 3 carat diamond ring set on a platinum band; placing it on my finger. “How did you know about this ring?”

“Long story but I’ll make it short. I talked to D who talked to your folks and your mother said that you ADORE Tiffany’s and wanted a ring similar to this one. I’ve met your parents a few times and they asked me after the first few minutes of meeting them for the very first time if I was going to marry you. I said that I wanted desperately to and they know about my first wife.

That day that you came over was going to be the day I proposed but it wasn’t meant to be that day because you needed the time to know about and accept my first wife; I’ll always love her but my love for you is different; stronger and better.

Now as for D, yes, I am aware that you guys had sex in the office upstairs. He told me that after I told him that I wanted to marry you and take you out of his grips. I wasn’t happy to hear that you had sex with him but that’s in the past and before anything happened with us. Yes, I did call him to ask him to reach out to you the day you stormed out of my house. I didn’t want to reach out to you too much but thought it’d be better if your boss did.”

“I wish I could’ve been the one to introduce you to my parents but I’m kinda glad I didn’t. I would’ve suspected that you were going to talk to them about us and proposing; I most likely would’ve stopped you! But thank you, in this case, for going behind my back. Please don’t do it in the future, ok, love??” I said.

“Anything for you, my beloved, anything for you!” A said and leaned down to kiss me again. “I’m taking you back to OUR home after the shift. We have some catching up to do!”

I blushed like an innocent woman. After finishing the shift, I showered at work and drove a minute to A’s house. After letting myself in, I headed back up to the master bedroom and put on a lacey, sexy negligee. It was a little on the older side but still looked good. I knew that A would have a hard time resisting me wearing it and knew he’d rip it right off.

He came home about 30 minutes after I arrived, came into the room, carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels. I knew I was right when I accepted his proposal. Gorgeous and loving fiancée, the ring I always wanted and some JD.

I don’t think we slept a wink that night but did manage a little bit of sleep before he had to mow the lawn. I looked around the room and I was right. He ripped the negligee into shreds. The bottle of Jack was empty. I looked at my reflection in the mirror above the armoire. I looked a little worse for wear but I was happy

Nothing really to report

Sorry I've been leaving y'all hanging. There really hasn't been anything exciting going on at work...A is out sick, D has been leaving me alone; somewhat. I'm taking some extra hours on V's shift to help with bills. B wasn't scheduled this week so it's a little quiet now.

On a different note, as I was at church Sunday....it seemed like a lightning bolt hit both the pastor and I at the same time. I can't describe what happened or how it happened or let alone WHY it happened.....All I know is that it happened.

We talked a little bit and I invited him to join me for lunch. He accepted and we went to my favorite place less than a mile from the church. We just talked, laughed and got to know each other.

Oye....one of those days.

Today was more interesting than I thought it was going to be. For most of the day, I felt like I should’ve stayed in bed.

I was sent to several lines throughout the day. At one point, D waved me over to show another coworker (from another shift) the gloves I use for stacking boxes on a pallet. I reach to my waistband (where I keep those gloves; nylon with rubber grips on the hands and pads of fingers) and I barely touch my gloves and D’s tugging at them to show my coworker. I just let it go, knowing that I’d talk to him later on in the day.

After I return to the line I was originally on, he comes over. I call him out on pulling my gloves from my waistband. His response? Maybe I wanted him to. I rolled my eyes and told him that I didn’t. So we ended up talking about a bunch of shit (like him hating me, could treat me better and show a little more respect).

He came out of left field and said that he heard that I like him. Wow. What’s with him and hearing shit that I had NOT said to his face?? Oye. I told him that if he hears it from someone else, it’s a rumor; if he hears it from me, then it’s true. I told him that I like him as a person. The look on his face after saying that…..not good. I can’t even describe the expression on his face. It was like a mix of hurt/pain and disappointment.

As he turned to leave, he asked me when I was working again and I told him. His response? “Daaaammmmmmnnnnn!” He said that he wants to sit down in the conference room with me the next time I work to discuss things that I could improve on and things he’s heard that I’ve supposedly said.

My buddy, B, overheard the conversation and thinks that D’s planning on having sex with me on the conference table. I just laughed.

Not as many calls and texts

D has finally given up on calling and texting me, thankfully. Just so tired of him trying to butt into my personal business and to find out what’s going on with A. A is still calling and texting me; he wants to talk but I’m being a stubborn pain in the ass. Personally, I think it’s slightly wrong to screw someone on the anniversary of a spouse’s death. It doesn’t seem right to me.

Anyways, I don’t really feel used by A but he should’ve used a little bit more discretion when we had sex. Plus there have been many opportunities for A and I to have sex before this past Thursday. If I had known that his wife had passed away a few years ago to the day, I would’ve said for us to have sex another time.

I just wish both D and A could make up their minds and decide what they want. I’m tired of the bi polar moods, flirtiness, the anger and the hatred that D shows me. I’m not really tired of A always coming around, being super friendly, having a big ass smile around when I’m nearby, always waving at me. * Le sigh*.

Kinda hoping that A and I can maybe work out after I return his calls and texts. I really do enjoy working with him (when he’s working day shifts, that is). Plus he’s super sweet. I just hope that he understands where I’m coming from when I call him back. Should he have told me that he’s a widower? Yes. Was the timing right? No. He’s human just like the rest of us…..a damn good looking guy.

Not getting left alone.

The last day that I worked this week was Thursday (I had my best friend’s wedding yesterday; Friday). Between leaving work Thursday afternoon, yesterday and today, I had more phone calls and text messages than I had in the past 2 weeks. Most were from D and the others were from A.

The messages that were from D were asking me if I was ok, to see what happened after work on Thursday, wondering why I was at A’s house….that kinda thing. It was so annoying. I mean, seriously? My boss checking on me about what I was doing with another person after work is crossing the line. He has no business to know what I’m doing outside of work. It’s solely my business…..unless it involves him (which we all know, it does NOT).

A’s messages were just him apologizing to me about not telling me about his deceased wife. He made an attempt to say that since it was something personal, he didn’t tell me at work but because he wants me in his life, he wanted to tell me on Thursday when he arrived home but I found out before he had the chance to say something.

Not too long ago, I received a phone call from an unknown number but I usually don’t answer it. I hit the “end call” button so my phone would stop vibrating. A few seconds later, the unknown number called me again. Hesitatingly, I answered.

“Hello?” I answered sweetly.

“It’s D. Please don’t hang up!”

“D, its 12:45 am. I was dead asleep and yet you had the nerve to wake me up?? For what? To make me dislike you even more??”

“I’m sorry that I’m calling you so late and waking you up. I’ve been wanting to call you all night….I finally had the nerve to after spending half the night drinking.”

“Ok. You called after you drank. You called me after blocking your number just in case I actually looked at my caller id. Now that you called, you can hang up and let me get back to bed. I’ll see you in a few days!”

“Deppgrl……please don’t hang up there’s something I wanted to tell you the afternoon that you came up here to tell me about the operator who made you feel uncomfortable.”

“Look, D, I don’t care what it is at this point. I just want my bed. Good night”

“But……”

“No buts. It’s time for bed and I won’t be thinking of you!”

After hanging up with D, I turned off my cell phone but set the alarm across the room so I can actually get up on time for church.

Kissing one man but desiring another

I was working in a different area yesterday than I was on Tuesday. I enjoy NOT working in the same area all the time but the not so good thing about where I was working yesterday, I barely saw A. I hadn’t seen him since he kissed me on Tuesday and D wasn’t in (for which I was kinda grateful for).

Anyways, the conveyor belt on the line that I was working on was a little shakey on its stands so I told the operator. A few minutes later as he’s coming back with tools, the conveyor belt falls off its stands and crashes to the floor (and breaks), throwing a thousand pounds of candy on the floor. I hop over the spilling candy, hit the E stop and then run back over to the operator. As I’m waiting for instructions, I end up getting knee deep in candy.  Of all the times to walk in, A had chosen this moment to walk in. I’m a little embarrassed but he knows that it wasn’t my fault.

The operator, A and I move the pieces of machinery out of the way and start to sweep up the candy. As we sweep up the candy, we have to look for various pieces of machinery. Looking for bits and pieces made the clean up tedious and took about 2 hours. We finally get the area cleaned up and since the line is broken and no work for me, A takes me to another line to work.

As we head to another line, he pulls me to a small corner where practically no one goes to. I know the look in his eyes. He leans down and kisses me, gently guiding me to the wall and pushes me up against the wall. I push away a little to say not to kiss me while working but instead he deepens the kiss. I kiss him back with the same passion he’s kissing me with.

I can feel his sexual arousal. I slide two fingers in between the space of two snaps of his shirt and unsnap that area of his shirt as well as unsnapping the snap below it and slide my hand against his abdomen. With one of his hands, he gently grabs one of my breasts and squeezes my breast a little; I let out a moan. He pulls away and grabs me by my hand and leads me to a supply closet.

After we’re both in the closet, he locks the door from the inside, he rips his uniform off, rips mine off and throws me on the utility table. He drops to his knees, spreads my legs and dove face first into my apex. In a matter of seconds, I’m moaning and screaming in pleasure.

When the release is over, he reaches to his pants to grab his wallet, pulls out a condom and rolls it on. He moves me a little bit on the table and slides his appendage in me. We moan in unison. A starts to thrust into me.

“Deppgrl, you’re amazing.” A pants. “I never thought this would happen with us."

“A…don’t stop!” I moan. “I always wanted us to have sex!”

 “With you? It’s making love!” A thrusts deeper and a little harder. “You deserve better than this table. Come home with me after work. I live a minute down the road.”

“Ok” I said.

Seconds later we climax together. We get our clothes back on. As I leave A stops me. He told me that it was time for me to leave since it was the end of my shift. He scribbled down his address and told me to go ahead in (after telling me where the spare key is), shower and relax.

I nodded my head and booked it to the locker room and change in less than a minute and run out of work after making a stop to get my lunch bag. A few co workers were wondering why I was in such a rush and I said that I have a ton of stuff to do today.

I headed to A’s house and found it with no problems and entered. I left my purse in the hallway and headed upstairs to find the bathroom so I could shower. I open the first door I get to and it’s the spare room. The next door I open is the master bedroom. As I turn to leave, I see a picture of A in a wedding picture. I walked back into the room to take a closer look at the picture because I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. I left the room, closed its door and headed back downstairs to grab my purse and leave. As I open the door, A’s there just about to unlock the door.

“Honey? Where are you going?” A asked me.

“I don’t mess with married men. You of all people should know this, A!” I said.

“What are you talking about? I’m NOT married” he stated.

“Bull shit, A. I saw the wedding picture in the master bedroom. I’m sorry I went into your room but I was looking for the bathroom. I wouldn’t have known that you’re married if I hadn’t seen your lips locked with your wife’s lips!!” I said.

“My love, I WAS married a few years ago. You didn’t hear me that I’m no longer married. My wife passed away a few years ago. A few years ago today….” he was saying.

“Whhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttttt?????????????” I shriek. “You fucked me earlier because you’re wife died a few years ago today!!!! How could you use me like that!?!” I said, crying.

“I was going to explain after you showered but obviously you had to find out the wrong way. I wanted to tell you myself because I love you and want to be with you the rest of my life. I even bought…….” A said.

“I don’t go replacing a man’s first wife because she died. I refuse to replace the first wife that a man still clearly loves. I’d be playing second fiddle to your wife for the rest our lives. I won’t do that. Use the ring for someone else to replace your wife.” I said.

I leave the house and hop back into my car and drive off. My phone starts to ring, I answer not even looking at the caller id.

“Hello?” I said.

“Deppgrl. It’s D. How are you?”

“I could be better. Not having a good day. I can’t talk right now. I need to go”.

“Baby, tell me what’s wrong!”

“Why the hell do you care? You hate me. We already had this conversation the other day.”

“I don’t hate you but that’s not the point. I just got off the phone with A. He just told me what happened at the house. He feels terrible!”

“If he loved me like he said he did, he would’ve told me in the first place. Anyways, I desire someone else despite the chemistry between A and I. But whatever. I need to go”.

“I saw him kiss you the other day,” D said. “That really made me mad and jealous!”

“To be honest? I don’t really care what makes you mad or jealous! I’m hanging up. I’ll see you next week!”

I hung up and started receiving a shit load of texts; all of them from D. I just couldn’t, in my vulnerability, let him know that it was him I desired and thought of while A and I were having sex.

Personally, I’m grateful that I don’t have to see A for a few weeks as his schedule changes. But I still have to see D; I don’t want him to pity me at all.

Men....oye

Today was a rather interesting day at work. I worked on a line that I don’t mind too much and my operator is a pretty cool and chill guy (I’ve worked with him before several times over the past 2 months). Usually the line runs pretty well but today it really wasn’t.

Anyways, M (my operator) forewarned me that the line wasn’t running well, in which I replied was fine; I’d dealt with worse! His relief operator (an operator who covers another operator’s line with the original operator is on break) is an older guy and makes me feel a bit uncomfortable….He stares at me like he’s visually undressing me. Um, ew!

So I had enough of it and finally went upstairs to the office to talk to D about it. I was surprised that he was actually nice to me! He hadn’t been nice to me in a few weeks. As I was telling D what was going on, he made a notation in my employee profile that I came up to the office and told him what's going on, that this operator hasn't approached sexually as of yet, etc. As I got up from the chair to head back to work, D throws me in for a bit of a loop.
He tells me that he doesn’t hate me at all and has been told to distance himself from me because HR had called him saying that several people called and complained of how he treated me (mood swings, starting conversations that eventually lead to sex, being rude to me for no reason).

“Right. Uh huh. You don’t hate me. Bull shit, D. We both know damn well you hate me and that you don’t treat me well. I show you respect because you’re my boss, not because I want to. You can hate me all you want, I don’t give a flying fuck, but the least you could do is show me the same common courtesy and respect that you show others” I say.

I spin and storm out the door and head back to work. I was pissed as all hell at him; what else is new? As the afternoon winds down, the machine and line stop working properly…..empty bags start flying all over the place, candy comes out unpackaged on the conveyer belt and spilling all over the floor. I hit the emergency stop and call M over to fix the problem. I was literally ankle deep in candy. I step out of the candy, start sweeping it up into a pile. As I come back with a dust pan and brush, D comes over. I give him the nastiest look I can muster up. He pulled me aside so M couldn’t hear the conversation.

“Look, Deppgrl. You’re right. I don’t show you the common courtesy and respect that not only I don’t show you but you deserve. I’m sorry that I don’t treat you as well as I treat the other employees. It’s not fair to you and also pretty unprofessional on my end. I’m so sorry!” D said.

“Bull shit!” I hissed at him.

I spun around and got back to cleaning up the candy that was all over the floor. Could this afternoon get any worse than it already was? I’m half way done cleaning up the candy disaster area when I see A coming my way. I groan. He looked mad that there was a mess and that it was partially my fault. I would take responsibility for causing the candy to fall on the floor for hitting the E stop.

“A” I said. “Look…..about the candy on the floor. I’m SO sorry. I had to hit the E stop. I’m almost done cleaning it up; I’ll be fast so M can get the line back up and running!”

“Deppgrl” A said putting his arm around my shoulders. “It’s ok; I know it’s not your fault that the line isn’t working properly. Take your time cleaning up, ok?”

“Thanks, A. I just need a few more minutes!” I said.

I get back to where I was cleaning with the dust pan and brush. I pulled out the big guns with the air gun (the air gun shoots air when the handle is pressed down) to get the candy out of small crevices. It took me almost a good thirty minutes to clean up the area after A came around. I told A that I was finished cleaning and that I was going to step to the ladies room. He nodded and said that he’d meet me in the break room in a few minutes. I nodded and walked away.

On my way to the ladies room, I started to cry. I thought A was going to get D to join us in the break room and have D fire me. I splashed water on my face then dried my face off. I took a deep breath and exhaled then I headed over to meet A.

“Look, A, I did what I was allowed to do; hit the E stop. I knew it was going to be a nasty mess to clean up but I did what I had to do. I knew M wasn’t going to be happy but I’d rather that than allowing the mess to continue. Wait. Where’s D? Why isn’t he here to fire me himself? Are you even allowed to fire me??” I said fast, tears welled up in my eyes again.

“Whoa, Deppgrl! Slow down!! No one’s firing you. Why would D or I fire you? I know hitting the E stop was the only thing you could do to stop the mess from getting worse! Yes, M is mad but NOT at you! He’s mad at himself for not paying close enough attention to the line. Oh, honey! Please don’t cry!” A said as he wiped a tear from my face. I started to shake.

“D had said earlier that he doesn't hate me, but he really does, and doesn’t treat me as well as the others from the agency; he’s got his favorites and I’m far from that list. He may be my boss but I don’t like him. A….please don’t toy with me. Please give me my helmet back; I need to return to work” I said as A put my helmet on a high place that I couldn’t reach. He proceeds to take his helmet off as well, placing it next to mine.

“I’m sorry but I’ve wanted to do this for a long time” A said quietly as he’s leaning towards me to kiss me. “Please don’t be afraid of me, Deppgrl.”

A leans in even closer and kisses me. I’m afraid to kiss back. He gently bites my bottom lip to open my mouth. I sigh and he deepens the kiss. Good gravy, can this man kiss! A gently slides his tongue in my mouth; I moaned in pleasure and began to kiss him back.

“A, please. I can’t do this. Just give me my helmet back; I promise I won’t tell anyone – no one would believe me anyways. I’ll leave you alone while I’m still employed by the temp agency. Can’t have the boss man be caught with the help!” I said, taking my helmet from A’s out stretched hand, putting it back on my head. I throw my safety glasses on and my ear plugs in then head back to work.

Of course I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking so I literally bump into D of all people. He grabs my arm so I don’t fall. I get squared my feet, thanked him then yanked my arm out of his hand. As I walk away, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around; ready to elbow whoever grabbed my shoulder. It was D.

“Would you leave me alone already? I’ve had enough with you today, plus the line going down making a mess and now A all over me because you told him to! Leave me the hell alone!” I said.

“Deppgrl, I apologized already. I have no idea what else I can do. I can’t really leave you alone since I’m your boss. I’m sorry that you had to deal with that mess and I absolutely no idea what you mean about having A all over you. Is that why you’re flushed? What did he do??” D asked.

“Never mind. You don’t get it!!” I said storming off. “You know better than sneaking up behind me like that, you rude arrogant ass!”

By the time I get back to the line, my relief (the second shift) was there already. I mumbled something and then jogged to the locker room, ran up the stairs, opened my locker, changed into my street clothes in less than 2 minutes, throw my work stuff in there, slam the locker, grab the uniform and dump it in the proper bins, run down the stairs, clock out and jog to the cafeteria to grab my lunch bag. I stood there for a moment to catch my breath; I'm crying so hard that I'm shaking and using the wall to support me. B is right next to me – he’d followed me, knowing that something is wrong. He grabbed our lunch bags, supported me as we walked through security and headed outside. We sat down on a bench and he held me as I cried. He asked what happened and I told him everything that happened.

“Oh, honey. Can’t you see? D is jealous of the guys that you work closely with and know well. He knows that you can’t date because he’s the boss. He’s even jealous of me because of how close we are; funny thing is that he doesn’t even know that I’m bi. Ha ha ha. Anyways, if A is interested in you, don’t push him away. He’s a really good guy. You can’t find a better guy than him!” B said.

“Thanks, Boo. You always know what to say!”I said as I hugged him. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you!”