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The Day Is Nearing...
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The Day Is Nearing... Our main character, oh let's call her "Mary", is in mid-life. Never married. No . Working a corporate job with many people above her in the line of succession and a few below her. She goes to her 8-6 job, works industriously at times but sometimes not so much, she comes home and waters her plants, does exercise, eats sensibly, reads a book or goes on the internet to see what her family and friends are doing or watches TV, goes to sleep at a sensible hour, gets her 7 hours of sleep, and does it all over again. Excitement is not part of her life. But Mary knows, she knows, that excitement is just around the corner. She must be patient. She understands patience. It has been her friend for all of her life. When she wanted the award for being the smartest in elementary, she worked hard for it, grinding out those years until the end when they graduated, and there was a three-way tie. While it wasn't supremely satisfying, she had achieved her goal through patience and work. It happened again in Junior High School or middle school, whatever they are calling it these days. Another three-way tie but with different . Again in High School, another three-way tie, and she gladly took the lesser role there in giving speeches. The day was coming. She could feel it. It made her a little restless, but as mentioned before, patience was her virtue, her friend, her tool. Keeping her patience for what was to come but be willing to throw everything away when her chance for that excitement came. She had to not be tied to bills, to animals, to even the plants. The few times she had managed to get away for a brief vacation, she talked to her neighbor and asked her to water her plants. In showing her which ones needed more watering or more frequent watering, she mentioned that the neighbor should take whatever she wanted from her apartment or her plants, should anything happen to her, Mary. The neighbor made a face, "Do you expect something to happen to you?" Mary responded with a smile, "You never know." One day, Mary came to work and was notified of a meeting that had been thrown together at the last minute and that she was needed in that meeting. That day, Mary had worn a pencil skirt with a kick flap in the back, in grey. Her blouse was white and a button down, with french cuffs. Her hair was up in a chignon, but normally was worn down and was medium length, just past her shoulders. Her make up was subdued, as it always was, but for some reason she had decided to put on bright red lipstick. Her glasses were a thin wire frame but as always she felt like she was hiding behind them. She walked into the meeting with her usual accoutrements- she had a mechanical pencil, a black ink pen, a notebook, and a tablet computer. For some meetings, she used the notebook to write in, for some she drew on the tablet. She was on the creative side of the company but her job was less than creative. She sat down in the middle of the long conference table and waited patiently for the others to settle in. Gradually, she became aware of the fact, that she was the only woman in the room. All the rest were men in their 30's to 50's, all fairly good looking, all in fair shape. No one was a model, yet there was something lovely to look at for a woman, in all of these men. She smiled to herself, as the leader of the meeting, a new mid-manager walked in. His face was interesting to look at. He did not have smooth skin, but rather it was pockmarked by either long-ago chicken pox or really bad acne. His almost black hair was cut short except for a long forelock that hung in over his forehead at times but that he brushed back when it came too far forward. He had interesting grey green eyes that were intelligent and seemed to see into people, though Mary did not feel that he could see into her. He ran the meeting as if he could read what people were going to say just prior to them actually making their utterances. Mary, kept quiet, taking the appropriate notes and smiling every once in a while. His name was Mr. Freeman, and he said he preferred to be called that. He called everyone Mr.-and-their-last-name, but as Mary had made no comment, he had not come to the problem of what to address her as. Towards the end of the meeting- "Excuse me, miss? We haven't heard from you... what am I to call you?" "Oh that is just Mary. You can call her that." Interjected another male at the table. Mr. Freeman looked sharply at the speaker, who quickly shut up. "What am I to call you? Miss...?" Mary was sure this was the moment she had been waiting for. "Please call me, Miss Caracal." Mr. Freeman looked at her for a moment, then tilted his head ever so slightly. "Caracal? Isn't that a wild cat? Asia?" Everyone in the room had now turned to look at Mary. All the men were obviously appraising her looks. And more than a few looked intrigued. "Yes, it is a wild cat in Asia and Africa. I see you know your wildcats and how to identify them." Mary said calmly. "Getting back to ..." "What an unusual name! How did your family come to have that as a last name?" Mr. Freeman asked in an amused tone. Mary looked at Mr. Freeman for a moment, lifting one eyebrow. "I think that might be a better question for a private conversation and we need to get back to..." The meeting went back to what was being discussed and it finished ten minutes later. As Mary was gathering up her tools, one of the men leaned in, "Private conversation? I would like to have one of those with you." Mary raised both eyebrows in surprise and said in a low voice, "Well now, aren't you the picture of appropriateness." The man backed off, but Mary looked at him and chuckled. He looked back at her confused and uneasy and walked away. She could feel the straps of her garter belt that were holding up her stockings against her legs, and she straightened her skirt with an<b> expert </font></b>snap of her wrist. As she gathered her stuff from the meeting against her chest, she saw that one of her buttons on her white blouse had come undone, and that the lace of her white bra was showing just a bit. She smiled and didn't bother to button it up, but as she walked out of the conference room, she caught Mr. Freeman sneaking a look at her bra. Her excitement had just walked into her life. She was going to ready herself for the ride of her life. The Cust. |
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8/24/2017 11:23 pm |
I for one like it this far Not the Whole Truth but the truth that I can see.
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