Seven Years in New York City

All I know is that I woke up woozy from having been drugged (by you, during the sick twisted festival of perversion for which you used me, I later discovered), tied to a bed in the basement at Bella's house with an empty bottle of Viagra on the nightstand and a hard-on like a baseball bat. I came in and out of consciousness for three days as she rode my priapitious erection over and over and over, screaming and convulsing in orgasm after orgasm until finally she passed out from exhaustion.

She seemed to enjoy herself, and even though it was almost another full day until my raw, aching member finally softened up enough for me to go out in public again, I must say it was quite a ride. Thank you Bella. It sure was nice being inside you. Let's do it again real soon.

That reminds me.....Gus promised me some photos. I'll have to check and see if he's posted them yet.

Hey Kicky!

Eugenie wants to know how your decision to give New York another go is working out. <me too me too>

How did the 3 day work trial go?

Oh ****, I forgot to give you all the updated scoop, didn't I? The three-day trial has turned into a six-week gig, at least. On day two, I asked about thursday and friday, because I was trying to schedule an interview for something else, and I just wanted to confirm that they only wanted to keep me until wednesday. Within minutes I was congratulated and told that they liked me and wanted to keep me for at least another six weeks. Score!

I am basically filling in for a guy who is recovering from major surgery, and from what I've heard, he will be out for the next six weeks for sure, and most likely longer. But even if he comes back and I have to leave after the six weeks is up, I've got work all through November and most of December, which were, as you know, the months that I was most worried about, being the holidays and all.

Plus, the guy who I'm working for/with tells me that they are looking to expand this department and branch out into more of a vendor (guys who output film and mechanicals and use Brisques to rip jobs and other printing terms that sound impressive) role, which would mean that they will probably need more people, which means that if I can do well here, I might be on the fast track to some future spot in the department.

Plus, I like the place. It's a fun place, the people are friendly, I can wear jeans and a t-shirt if I want to, and it will look real good on a resume.

Plus, there's a girl who sits a few spots away from me with a beathtakingly fantastic rack.

So tell Eugenie that as of this moment, I'm very happy with things, but I'm trying not to get too excited, because it just seems like everything is working out too damn perfectly right now. Although I do have the urge to do the Snoopy happy dance,



I am holding back for now, for superstitious jinx-type reasons.

yay (said softly so as not to agitate the sword of nemesis)


yay

Kicky, I guess you discovered like Dorothy in OZ- that there's no place like home (or should I say NYC), and you don't have to go over the rainbow when you can find happiness in your own backyard. Follow that bliss...

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Score!

Eugenie will be pleased to know that you're not really an L7 :wink:

<I'll start saving my pennies to buy you a drink in April>




Green Witch, if Kicky is Dorothy, I'm the tornado that smashed him on the head. Well, actually, the 2nd or 3rd gin and grapefruit I had was the tornado.

ehBeth - were you also responsible for this?:



and how did you get the slippers to fit Kicky's feet?