Colleagues

Sun, 31 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000

What an awful day it was, weather grim, snacks machine empty and me working on a Friday evening. The building was a morgue, no one around on my floor and no noise what at all. It could be worse, it might be blazing hot sunshine outside and the coffee machine empty, it is empty, the grim sign shining gleefully in my face. At least I’ll get paid, so what, I’m still bored which ever way I look at the situation. A fellow colleague walked into the little room. She was about five foot ten inches tall, with long curly deep copper coloured hair, almost pre-Raphaelite in appearance probably not a perm as she had Celtic colouring with bluegreen eyes behind glasses, long black fitted skirt with a slit up the side, polo necked top, black suede square heeled court shoes with a two inch heel and a bright red short cropped jacket. I bet she feels the same as I do.

Colleagues Part 2

Sun, 31 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from chapter one

Part 4

I woke up in a strange bed, in a strange room, in a stranger’s house. The door had opened and the smell of bacon, orange juice and coffee wafted into the room after the black bobbed latex clad form of the maid Sara. “Rise and shine. Wakey wakey Simon,” she said brightly and cheerfully a huge grin all over her face. “There’s an ensuite bathroom where you can go and have a shower. I’ll leave some clothes for you on the bed and you can come and join us in the breakfast room. Don’t be too long or it’ll be cold,” she said opening the bathroom door. “Oh and don’t bother to shave,” she added.

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Colleagues

Colleagues Part 2