Du? Dose? Svy? Fuck It...Part 2

Wake up to alarm…6:10. No fucking way! Not on my last day. Reset alarm…

Finally get up, do some DIH internet surfing (thank for the urbandictionary on that one Germs), shower and then head down for breakfast. It’s biscuits and gravy, which happens to be my favorite Bitterroot Inn meal. Swing by the gas-n-go for a pink lemon Xyience and finally make it to work around an hour and a half late.

I actually had a lot of work to do due to my week’s worth of short-timers syndrome, so I buckle down and start getting after it. About 10AM my mind is wandering and I decide to check up on last night’s cougar situation.

Text to Mex: What was the cougs name again?

Text from Mex: It should be Trixie…

Damn! He was golden! How the hell did he drop the ball?

Text to Biker: So are you going to return the favor?

She sends back a face pic of her smiling. Damn! I guess that is why he dropped the ball. I was determined though.

Text to Biker: Want to do lunch. But without the food.

Text from Biker: Sorry can’t, I have two clients.

(Did I say she was a hair stylist? …she was a hair stylist.)

So instead of a nooner, I go back to the hotel and have some Taco Johns (I’m not saying they are on the same level. But close, really close.). I finish eating and go back to work to get crackin on more Word documents. Mid afternoon I realize that I better go pick up some tickets for that nights am-boxing and MMA event at the fairgrounds, so I try my luck again.

Text to Biker: How about an afternoon delight?

Text from Biker: I have a client at 4 o’clock.

(It was 3:25)

Text to Biker: I’ll bet we can be quick.

Text from Biker: I’m at the bank, I’ll meet you at your hotel.

I think I literally popped out of my chair, grabbed my keys and left a cloud of dust in the spot I was sitting. Let all 4 of the STi’s tires spin on a couple corners, and I was at the hotel within 5 minutes. She was just getting out of the car when I pulled up.

Biker: You are a crazy man.

Me: Ya…but you showed up to meet this crazy man.

We weren’t in the room 2 minutes before my clothes were on the ground. After a sub-par attempt at fellatio, her clothes joined mine on the floor, and we had a wild (albeit quick) romp that only put her about 2 minutes late for her client’s appointment.

Sorry folks. No Tsao moral to this story.