Ebony Chick Sensual Diary
Dear Diary: hah! Haven’t kept one in ages. But I have my own directory
with a password, so I’ll keep you here. Have to talk to someone, and people
just can’t be trusted.
I noticed him the first day he came to work, but it seemed hopeless
from the start. For one thing my husband works here; his office is only
fifty feet away. A dear man, but a bit obtuse sometimes–let’s face it,
especially in bed–which is what I get for having been a cheerleader who
married the captain of the squad, straight out of our small-town high
school. And the rest of us work right out here in the open. One hot look
and the whole place would be buzzing with that mean talk. And then Chuck
would be right here to walk me out into the corridor and start in. I’ve
never gone out on him, through twenty-two years of marriage and raising
four boys; but he doesn’t seem to believe that. I start talking to _any_
man, even about work, and he’s right there, breathing on us both. It’s
embarrassing.
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