Thanks to
Max, FFF is back in action!
Word Limit: 290-300
Key Words: laces/laced
Forbidden Words: hips, thighs
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When I got a call back after 6-months of resume’s, networking,
on-line submissions, bad coffee, and worse advice from people who already had
jobs, I jumped at it. Three rounds of
interviews, a personality test, a background check, and a blood and urine
test, I was in. I was two levels and
several thousand dollars below where I left, but the paychecks were steady and
the commute was from my bedroom, now a room for one, to my office.
The management chain was pretty opaque since we were all
remote, so I was surprised when the CIO called an all-hands,
in-person meeting on Friday. I showered,
shaved, went to the dry cleaner, and arrived early.
“You’re the new guy,” the well-scrubbed assistant said,
extending his hand, “glad you are early, Ms. K. likes to meet everyone.”
“Ms. K.?” I asked., “suddenly very nervous.”
He opened the door and ushered me in, closing and locking the
door.
“Good to see you again Frank,” she stood on the conference
room table like we fantasized about so many years before, “let’s finish what we
almost started.”
It was almost 10 years since that day it “almost”
happened. I was to stupid and horny to
realize she wasn’t feeling well, wasn’t in the mood and so that was that. I blew my one chance. She left the company not long after, I was
laid off by June, and so our once torrid friendship was reduced to once-a-year
Christmas cards that now came back as “undeliverable.”
“Hello Kara,” I almost choked on the words, “I, didn’t
know it was you.”
“I know,” she said, slowly spreading her feet apart as she stood
above me, “I don’t interfere with hiring very often, but I occasionally make
exceptions.”
“Now,” she smiled, “let’s get me out of these laces.”
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300 Words
Nothing ever happened between us, not really, but oh, how I wanted it to.
Now she's a bigshot with a tech company, and yes, her Christmas card came back "Undeliverable."
