Now that Stoner's back I think the two of us have some intense detective work to keep us occupied until the end of the day. Maybe Scruffy Artist is in love with someone... I would love to play match maker for a while.
Friday, 21 December 2007
Thursday, 20 December 2007
It was extremely late by the time we arrived at Aimee's town house. Solicitor unlocked the door with his key and walked in. An extremely tall, thin woman ran down the steps and lunged herself into his arms. She began sobbing uncontrollably. He led her to a nearby room and shut the door. I stood where I was for a few minutes unsure of what to do. I finally decided to go into the kitchen and make some tea. I sat at the breakfast bar slowly sipping tea as the hours ticked by. I finally fell asleep with my head resting in the counter.
It was bright outside when Solicitor gently woke me. He massaged my stiff shoulders while we whispered to each other. Aimee had fallen into a deep sleep on the couch in the living room. Apparently she had taken something when she called Solicitor. She freaked out and thought she was dying. From the way Solicitor was talking I could tell that she had done this before. He looked tired and warn out.
We quietly raided all the bathroom cabinets, draws etc and disposed of any medication. I found a shoebox in Aimee's en suite bathroom. The box contained a plastic bag full of white powder. I knew what it was before I'd even opened it. Cocaine. The box also contained a little bag of pills. The pills were imprinted with smiley faces. I was pretty sure they were ecstasy.
I walked into the bedroom and showed Solicitor expecting him to be as surprised as I was. He regarded the content of the box and sighed. He flushed everything down the toilet and replaced the box where I'd found it.
We sipped coffee and talked quietly in the kitchen while we waited for Aimee to wake up. Solicitor checked on her every hour to make sure she was okay.
"How long has she been like this?" I finally had to ask. There were so many questions in my mind and I couldn't hold back.
"A long time."
"Since your son passed away?"
Solicitor told me that Aimee had been taking drugs pretty much as long as he'd known her. She hid it well from him at first but things got worse when her career was put on hold when she got pregnant. Solicitor first found her snorting cocaine when she was five months into her pregnancy. She agreed to stop taking drugs as long as she could continue with her career after the baby was born. But things got worse. She refused any help and they quarrelled constantly. I listened for hours as Solicitor told me everything about the breakdown of his marriage. Holding his hand.
Aimee woke up late that afternoon. She looked so fragile standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She smiled shyly and apologised sincerely about "messing everything up." She looked so childlike I had to fight the urge to hug her and tell her everything would be okay. She convinced us to stay for dinner before driving home.
When I first saw a photograph of her I had been so jealous of her thin boyish figure and model good looks. After meeting her my insecurities vanished. There was absolutely no chemistry between Solicitor and his ex wife. Aimee didn't seem to mind my presence. In fact she seemed happy that Solicitor and I had found each other. She's a genuinely friendly person. It’s a shame she's so unsure of herself. She seemed so...lost.
Solicitor and I held hands as he drove to Calais that night. He frequently squeezed my hand and kissed my fingers. We shared my emergency cigarette as we stood in the cold waiting for the ferry. He smiled and kissed me. His nose was cold but his lips were so warm.
"Wanna drive to Italy?"
Wednesday, 19 December 2007
Tuesday, 11 December 2007
I'm off to Switzerland for a week with Solicitor. We're driving through Europe and making little stops at hotels on the way. Hmm I wonder how many countries we can cover in the given time...
I hope that we stop off in Paris at some point. Maybe I can convince him to meet up with his ex wife. They are still friends and I am so damn curious!
Monday, 10 December 2007
Early Saturday morning I drove to Devon and picked up my nephew. I had offered to baby-sit for them while they "had a go" at the spa. My nephew is a sweet polite boy. I feel quite sorry for him sometimes. His parents seem to want to dress him in Trax trainers, fleece jumpers, blue jeans and, yes you guessed it, anoraks, without any regard at all to children's fashion. I know he's only 6 years old but children can be so cruel at school. The slightest difference can cause teasing. Imagine what the poor child goes through every day!
I grasped this opportunity to be Cool Aunt Elise and took him shopping as soon as we got back to London. Within an hour he was completely exhausted and I had successfully bought him new t-shirts, Converse trainers, fashionable army trousers and some sports hoodies. Children's clothes are so inexpensive!
It was only when I arrived home that it occurred to me that seeing my nephew might erupt some bad memories for Solicitor. His son was around the same age when he died and his dark hair and large brown eyes were very similar to my nephew's. When he arrived I saw a flicker of pain in his eyes. He recovered quickly and offered to play Ludo with him while I prepared dinner.
When I'd finished cooking I found them both talking easily with each other. My nephew's eyes were lit up and he was animatedly describing his pet hamster. Solicitor’s eyes met mine across the room. I don't quite know what passed between us but I my heart felt so...warm.
Later that night the three of us sat on the sofa and watched Disney's Lion King. I'd dimmed the lights to create a cinematic effect. My nephew sat between us holding a big bowl of microwave popcorn. By the end of the film he had fallen asleep on my shoulder. Solicitor carried him into the spare room and pulled back the covers while I dressed him in his plain blue cotton pyjamas. The poor kid should have Looney Toons ones or something. What was his mother thinking buying plain Marks & Spencer pyjamas for a 6 year old? I must remember to buy him some new ones for Christmas.
A few hours later the two of us went to bed. It was the first night that we'd slept together without having sex. We were content with just holding each other through the night.
Friday, 7 December 2007
Thursday, 6 December 2007
Wednesday, 5 December 2007
I like this meme, its original and interesting to think about.... Okay here goes:
Tuesday, 4 December 2007
Monday, 3 December 2007
Friday, 30 November 2007
Thursday, 29 November 2007
poetikat's invisible keepsakes
Hayley also tagged me yesterday with a meme:
Here are the rules:
7 random facts... okay:
1) Sometimes, especially when I'm sitting in traffic, I feel an urge to push cyclists off their cycles as they pass me. I have no idea why I feel like doing this. I've never done it, and I never will, but my hands itch to lean out of the car window and give them a little nudge....
2) I can watch an operation without a problem, but when a child grazes a knee and starts bleeding I feel like crying and I can't stop trembling.
3) I buy my sexy underwear from Marks&Spencer. Who would have thought a shop made for middle aged women can have such raunchy lace.
4) I french kissed a girl called Hannah. I went to a gay bar with a bunch of people when I was 17. A beautiful brunette sat next to me at the bar and I told her I was straight. She asked for one kiss and I thought "Why not?"
5) I'm deathly afraid of needles. Once my doctor had to chase me out of the surgery and down the street when I made a run for it.
6) I love toffee cheesecake.
7) I don't like Oxford Street. It too congested. By the time I'm done with shopping I am so frustrated I have an urge to kill most people around me. I would rather not shop then go there.
I hope I didn't bore you all!
Apologies if you've already done this but I'd like to tag:
Wednesday, 28 November 2007
Tuesday, 27 November 2007
Friday, 23 November 2007
Thursday, 22 November 2007
Wednesday, 21 November 2007
Tuesday, 20 November 2007
The toilets are what most people regard as a safe haven. They have never been used, the tiles look brand new and I don't think anyone has ever lifted the lid of the seat. Unlike the rest of the toilets in the building, the disabled toilets have a lock on the inside.
The door was locked when I got there and there was a slight suspicious smell coming through. Stoner from the Creative department was inside smoking a spliff. I knocked on the door and whispered for him to let me in. I locked the door behind me and sat on the ledge near the sink. Stoner flushed the remainder of his spliff down the sink and sat on the ledge next to me.
I've missed speaking to him. Although Bimbo is technically my closest friend at work I find myself confiding more in Stoner. Bimbo tends to speak without thinking and I don't particularly feel like having my life broadcast around work.
I gave Stoner an update on the last few weeks. Old Prick's accusation. Meeting Solicitor. The diamonds. The L word. Stoner was suprised that Solicitor and I were seeing each other. I'm suprised he even knows Solicitor. He knows something. I can tell. When I asked him he tried to avoid the question.
I got angry. I'd just poured my heart out and if Stoner has some information that I should know about then I think he has a moral obligation to tell me. He hugged me and promised he'd tell me whatever it is but he needs to check out something first.
Check something first? Oh my God! Solicitors married isn't he?
I can't stop thinking about it. Stoner has disappeared for the day. He apparently has a meeting with a website designer this afternoon and I can't get hold of him. I feel a horrible dull pain in the pit of my stomach. I'm terrified. I don't know what Stoner knows but I'm scared I won't be able to handle it.
Monday, 19 November 2007
Friday, 16 November 2007
Thursday, 15 November 2007
Wednesday, 14 November 2007
Monday, 12 November 2007
Thursday, 8 November 2007
Wednesday, 7 November 2007
Tuesday, 6 November 2007
Monday, 5 November 2007
Friday, 2 November 2007
I arrived outside the Solicitors Firm at around 7:30am. Thankfully Gay Boss was already waiting for me in his car. As we walked through the lobby I felt my suspender pop one of the grips on my right stocking. Shit! I tried to act normal as we climbed the stairs to the Solicitors office, but I felt another pop. What the hell was I thinking wearing suspenders?! Gay Boss was explaining something but all I could concentrate on was my underwear. I needed to sort it out before I saw him.
Unfortunately he was standing at the top of the stairs. He shook both of our hands and gestured us into the office. I quickly excused myself and swiftly started walking towards the Ladies. He caught up with me and put his hand on my shoulder to stop me. Damn, why did he have to do that? I suddenly felt a jolt of heat flood through my body.
"The bathroom's out of order."
"That's okay I just need to sort out my suspenders."
Oh my God! Did I just say suspenders? Yes I did. He froze and looked down. the suspender belt wasn't noticeable but he kept staring. I couldn't move or speak. He just kept looking at me. When my legs finally decided to move I went to walk pass him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
He tangled his hands through my hair and pulled my face up to his while he bit my lips, licked them and slipped his tongue between them. God he's a great kisser. I felt myself melting into him. I don't know how but we ended up in the toilets pulling at each others clothes. His hand slid up my skirt and pulled aside my underwear. When he touched me I couldn't stop trembling. I was vaguely aware that I was whimpering but I couldn't help it. I desperately reached for the zip on his trousers. He was so hard. He lifted me onto the ledge near the sink and I wrapped my legs around him.
Logic suddenly kicked in and I pulled away. He stepped back to catch his breath. I stood up and fumbled to fix my suspenders. I was shaking too much to clip them back to my stockings. He knelt down and fixed them for me. This was so embarrassing! When he looked up I had the sudden urge to laugh. He stood up and we both started laughing. We sorted ourselves out and walked back to the office.
I couldn't meet his eyes during the meeting. I knew that if I did I would start laughing again.
When we finally left he shook my hand and kissed my cheek.
I can't stop thinking about him. It was all probably a big mistake but I can't stop smiling.
Thursday, 1 November 2007
I staggered to my office fully armed with magazines wishing that I had left some work to do today. I saw it on my desk as soon as I walked in. A perfect white rose with a small note beside it. The note was unsigned but I knew exactly who it was from. It had the same handwriting as a note I'd received years ago. It simply said "I'm sorry".
In a fit of rage I stormed down to Admin to demand how the rose got into my office. I found Bimbo sitting at her desk on the phone. I waited impatiently for her to finish. She smiled dreamily when I asked her about the rose. She said a really sweet guy came in around 6pm yesterday looking for me. She told him he could leave it on my desk.
He hand delivered it! Oh my God what is he doing?
I called his firm when I got back to my office. He answered in a familiar sexy voice. I snapped and lost my temper. I told him he had no right to come into my office without me being there. I told him that whatever contact the two of us have would be strictly professional and that the rose was completely out of line. He waited for me to finish my rant before calmly apologising. He said that he thought an apology was appropriate to clear the air between us and that he didn't mean to cause distress.
Cause distress?! I'm not distressed! He's definitely not worth distressing about.
I quickly cooled down and tried to sound normal. I apologised for my outburst and told him that I'd had a difficult week and I lost my temper. I thanked him for the gesture. He laughed and said that he remembered I had a fiery temper. I fought the urge to tell him to go fuck himself. I just laughed politely and we said our "take-cares".
I completely screwed up. I left things so perfectly on Monday. Now I've made a complete fool of myself. God he sounded sexy!
I nearly jumped out of my skin when the phone rang. It was Gay Boss. He's expecting some important letters concerning the legal problem with Old Prick. He wants me to open and read them, photocopy them and file them away in his box of "evidence" in his office. We have an appointment with the solicitors tomorrow so he wants to be prepared.
Damn I forgot I was seeing him tomorrow. I shouldn't have called him. I should have completely ignored the rose thing and act like I'd never seen it. I can't get him out of my head. The asshole! What is wrong with me?
Its okay, I have secret files to keep me occupied for a while. Must concentrate....
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
Monday, 29 October 2007
Friday, 26 October 2007
Thursday, 25 October 2007
- We're going to invite a few more girls so it looks like a real girls-night-out thing. I'll pop into Admin tomorrow and invite Bimbo and the girls and Preppy is going to invite the two other girls in Accounts.
- I'll go see Stoner in the Creative department and ask him for a small favour. As we are planning a girls-night-out maybe he can plan a boys night out on the same night. (LOL an advanced leaving party for Old Prick)
- Whilst pub crawling we all accidentally end up in the same place. Hopefully Piggy and Old Prick will be legless at this point.
- Maybe something might happen....
It occurred to Preppy and I over lunch that Piggy and Old Prick are pretty much perfect for each other. If this doesn't work I'm sure we'll get many embarrassing stories for work the next week...
Wednesday, 24 October 2007
I spent yet another day away from my office. Gay Boss and Old Prick had another confidential meeting regarding Old Prick's invitation to leave. God knows what more they have to discuss. This is dragging on far too long, my ideas for reorganising and decorating the office have been put on hold.
I spent the morning in Admin with Bimbo "going over the schedule". As usual Bimbo had the latest issue of Vogue spread out on her desk along with her industrial sized make-up bag. Today she decided to try out the dark smokey look on me; modeled on five spreads by an insanely thin model with dark skin and unnaturally blue eyes. There's something very therapeutic about make-overs. I'm not sure whether its the feeling of soft brush strokes massaging the face or the anticipation of what you're going to look like in the end. Maybe its the combination, coupled with Bimbo's mindless chatter. I allowed myself to relax and enjoy the pampering for a full two hours.
I left Admin around 11:30am looking beautiful. I convinced Bimbo to remove the smokey look and redo my face to suit "the office look". She reluctantly agreed even though it looked "really, really nice!". She definitely should have been a professional make-up artist.
I decided to toddle off to Accounts to waste time and to see if anything new had happened. Accounts is usually the most boring department in the company, most people take life way too seriously. Whenever I walk towards their offices a little voice inside my head tells me to walk professionally.
There are a few simple techniques to walking professionally:
1) Stand up straight and rigid, shoulders back, chin up.
2) Always walk with a purpose and with the heel-toe rhythm (heel-toe-hell-toe...)
3) When passing other colleagues make eye contact and give a swift nod
4) Arms by your sides and absolutely no fidgeting
When I arrived I was greeted by Piggy with a loud snort. Piggy definitely has the worst attitude in the world. As usual there was a tight frown on her sweaty pink face and her beady eyes scornfully sized me up. "He's not here" she stated. Who? What the hell is she on about? "and if I were you I'd be ashamed. Trying to mess about with a married man." Piggy stomped passed me, her limp pony-tail swinging viciously from side-to-side.
I stood still. Extremely confused and angry that Piggy could ever accuse me of anything like it. Preppy, who had over heard Piggy's outrageous comment smiled kindly and offered me a cup of tea. I don't think I've ever properly spoken to Preppy before, other than the swift nod I hardly see her. She seems nice enough.
Over a nice cup of tea Preppy explained Piggy's accusation. A couple of weeks ago Piggy saw me and 4eyes slip into the disabled toilets together and lock the door. She jumped to the conclusion that there was something going on. (For the real story behind that read blog: Monday Morning Clarity...) Preppy also told me that Piggy has a major crush on 4eyes. Wow, Accounts isn't so boring after all!
Preppy is quite good to talk to. The two of us seem to have similar personalities. She doesn't like Piggy almost as much as I hate Old Prick.
We're having lunch tomorrow. I think a bit of mischief is on the menu.....