SOMETHING ADDICTIVE
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George, known around the office as "Gorgeous George," picked up an envelope laying on his desk.
It was from Reba, an engineer and efficiency expert sent by corporate to study all aspects of the factory for the purpose of making a series of time sensitive recommendations to save the company money while improving its productivity.
Inside was a five page report she'd prepared on each of the plants four departments. Upon closer inspection, it was obvious the fifth sheet was not meant to be included.
It was filled with a series of notations, obviously a work sheet, a scribble sheet, that had been run off by Reba's assistant in error. George handed it to Lennie, the parts manager who had come to pick up a special part sent by overnight mail.
"Lennie, take this paper back down to Reba, I'm sure she didn't intend to include this in with the report."
Lennie started to put the paper into the envelope, when the fancy hearts and flowers and doodling at the bottom of the page, caught his eye.
Looking at George, he laughed and said, "GET a load of this!"
Irritated at Lennie's silliness, he thought to himself, I know this character's my cousin, and I promised my mother to be nice to him, but I'm never going to get used to this half-wit.
Impatiently he grabbed the paper out of Lennie's hand and studied the hearts and flowers doodling. Then the fancy penmanship.
"There's something addictive about sex. If you haven't had any for awhile, you don't miss it, but soon as it starts up again, you can't get enough."
Lennie elbowed George and said, "Hey man, we gonna start selling sex . . . "
"We don't have to sell it! In case you haven't noticed, it's one product that pretty much sells itself."
"Yeah, George, but what if two guys like me and you . . . what if we REALLY tried to sell it? You know, promoted it good, like you're always saying a guy could do with the right product . . . "
"Lennie, there's been dudes doing that for decades, they're called pimps."
"Maybe George, it's time for a new kind of pimp . . . hey I got it . . . A WOMAN PIMP!"
"Sorry to disappoint you, but they got those too. Had them for centuries. Their called "Madams."
"Oh yeah, forgot about them. Heck there's just got be to be SOMETHING new . . . "
"There IS! It's called internet porn. You know, sex stuff on your computer. Whatever you got a cravin' for you can order it, just like pizza."
"Oh yeah, George, I forgot about that. Now whoever thought THAT UP, was really smart. It's a REALLY a good idea . . . I haven't figured it out yet . . . but I'm gonna one of these days . . . you wait and see, I will."
"Oh Gawd, Lennie. Not our World Wide Web discussion again. Sometimes you remind me of Lennie, from Steinbeck's "Mice and Men." Just don't try to crush the mouse on my computer."
"Sure, George. Didn't mean to make you sore. I was trying to make you laugh."
"I know Lennie, sorry to be so abrupt. I've had a lot on my mind lately. Forget taking this back to Reba. I have to talk to her anyway, you go, I'll get it to her."
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One floor down, Reba Roberts sat at her desk eating her lunch and day dreaming, letting her mind wander, trying to visualize a better life.
She flipped through a recent copy of Cosmopolitan and found the quote she'd written down earlier and somehow misplaced. She wanted share it to with her newly single sister. It would be good for a laugh, she thought.
Picking up her calligraphy pen, she smiled and dreamily re-copied it, this time into her journal:
"There's something addictive about sex. If you haven't had any for awhile, you don't miss it, but soon as it starts up again, you can't get enough."
Reba understood this. She was presently stuck in the "can't get enough" mode with Gabe.
The affair had only been going on for two weeks. She'd been a faithful wife for ten years. Never meant it to get involved with Gabe, but she had, didn't regret it either. How could she? And she wasn't about to break her newly formed habit until she had to.
She had no know sooner finished writing, when a call came in from corporate. They told her that the San Francisco mission was considered completed, except for the few loose ends she could finish up back in Boston. A return trip had already been booked and she'd be leaving for Boston on the Red-Eye, Sunday night.
Figuring Gabe didn't need to know yet, she decided to wait, tell him tomorrow. After all, he'd known from the start, had agreed that their days were numbered, that when she was done with the assignment, it was over between them.
Besides, in one week, his wife would be returning from overseas, and she . . . well, she still had a good man. One she needed to give a good clean divorce, provide the kind of sensitive closure he deserved. It wasn't his fault, it wasn't her fault, it simply hadn't worked out and she was withering on the vine, starved for love.
Yep, she told herself, it made no sense to dwell on saying goodbye to George. It'd happen soon enough. No need to dampen what little time they had left together.
When Gabe called at 4:30, Reba never said a word about the news she got from corporate. Instead,
they made plans to meet down the street at a Vital's Bistro, a favorite haunt where they'd often eat before rushing off for their favorite dessert, sweet cherries and whipped cream served without spoons and on each other. Their favorite.
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Embracing in the entrance, they decided to save time and split a pizza and a bottle of wine--head back to Gabe's in San Francisco's historic "Painted Lady District."
Deciding they'd had to much to drink they left their cars in the company parking and took a taxi.
On the way, Reba cuddled in the back seat with Gabe, without a word. She needed no talk, the comfort of his strong arms was enough and would have to last her for God only knows how long.
No sooner were they inside his front door, and they went at it like a couple of loved starved teenagers. Clothes fell off at an escalating rate as they giggled their way through the living room, dinning room, hallway and out into the solarium, smack into the middle of his cushy round bed where he pulled her close--her breasts against his chest and his hard-on pressing against her thigh.
"Put your legs around my waist," he ordered grabbing her sweet little bottom."
"Not a problem big guy, not a problem."
But suddenly there WAS a problem, the door bell rang and she found herself feeling vulnerable and very naked, afraid to walk room to room to collect her clothes piece by piece.
"Who the hell can that be?" Gabe grumbled.
"Let's ignore it," she whispered. "Oh crap, maybe we better not, it might be important."
"Go wait in my bedroom, I'll deal with it."
He didn't need to tell her twice. She hurried into the bedroom and then realized, she'd left her purse in the other room.
She wished she hadn't, because she needed to see if George had tried to reach her, find out exactly what time the next day he wanted to meet and discuss the particulars of what she'd recommended to corporate.
Suddenly, making love with Gabe, didn't seem so urgent.
Anyway, whoever had rung his doorbell had put a damper on things. Suddenly she had a strong desire to get dressed and go back to her hotel room, but that wasn't about to happen under the circumstances.
In less than ten minutes Gabe returned, naked as he had left and with a 90 degree mind-blowing hard-on that made her ache and throb dead center at the juncture of her thighs.
How could she leave? She decided to stay until they finished what they started, THEN take off.
A break was inevitable--maybe tonight WAS better than waiting for Saturday night--keep the agony short and swift. Yes, she told herself, that was the way to do it, end it all on a high note.
"Who was that?" She asked. Don't tell me you answered the door with no clothes on?"
"I talked through the intercom. Got everything taken care of . . ." he said crawling back into bed beside her and nuzzling her neck."
"Are you ready for me" he growled, "Ready for bigger and better? "
"I don't know how that could be possible," she moaned, "not possible, just not possible. . . . "
"Baby, tonight, I want to give you my best shot, love you better than ever before . . . give you something to remember me by . . . a goodbye you'll never forget."
"Sounds good," she said tickling his ribs, what do I have to do to get this?"
"You already have, just by being you. I want tonight to be your best night ever, one that will make you want to come back to me once our lives get straightened out . . . once when we are free."
"Gabe, you know, don't you? That I got the call, my time here is up. I was planning to tell you later. I didn't want to ruin the precious time we had left."
"Yeah, I figured . . . that was Lennie at the door. He came over to tell me George has been trying to get me, that corporate had let him know you'd be taking the Red-Eye out Sunday, that I needed to call you, make sure we're both at Vitale's Bistro's--noon tomorrow.
With those words he threw off the sheet and began moving his mouth down her body, kissing, spreading her thighs with his strong hands, licking his way to between her thighs.
Taking a deep breath, she raised her arms and covered her eyes. He was a man who knew what he was doing and did it like a man in love. He did indeed, know how to please a woman. There were things about him that she didn't know, but THAT she knew.
All thoughts of returning to her hotel room had vanished, this would no doubt be their last night together, perhaps forever.
She lay back for what seemed like heaven on earth forever, lost in the electrifying ecstasy of his touch, his lips, his tongue, his hands, all that made her feel so alive, connected her to him, forced her to come face to face with fleeting thoughts of leaving him, leaving her husband, all hurts so intense, yet so promising, she could barely stand it.
The clatter in her head ceased the instant she heard the door bell ring. It brought her back to here senses and she was able to focus.
"Ignore it! Gabe, ignore it . . . "
I will baby, I will, nothin's gonna stop us now, I need to slip this between your legs, make you feel good . . . it'd have to be the cops breaking down my door out there before I'd leave this bed with you in it."
TO BE CONTINUED:
Something Addicted (Part 2)
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