Today is Monday- A16

I called 'Yellow Panties' at around 3 PM and she did not answer. Straight to voice mail. At around 4:30 PM I got an email invite from my boss to 'Quick TB' on Wednesday, 5 PM. I looked at the invite and Head Counsel and the VP of HR were also invited. What the fuck. I wonder if 'Yellow Panties' said something to them. Fucking Bitch. I can't think of anything I could have done that was wrong, maybe a bit of bad judgment, but certainly not illegal. I made no promises to her when I came in her. Our legal system is so fucked these days, I mean you can't say 'hi' to somebody in the halls without getting sued. If you look at a small child on the street you get arrested. I will be ok. If she wants to sue she can sue the company. I think I would be ok. I would just need to get a new job which is not the worst thing. I stopped by 'Yellow Panties' on my way out and she was on the phone. She smiled at me but did not wave for me to stop. She just looked down and kept talking on the phone.
I couldn't read her mood. Was she embarrassed by what she wanted me to do to her? Was she embarrassed by what I was able to do to her? Was she embarrassed that I saw her most intimate spots and witnessed her orgasm face?
I called my admin and canceled my late meetings and then called Keith and told him to meet me for pizza- he has time off now before his new job.
When I got to the pizza spot, I had a glass of white waiting for me. Right down, quick.
I ordered a bottle: Alois (Campagnia) $72. Volcanic and oak undertones with a bit of pepper and raisin- at least that is what the sommelier told us. I did not taste any of that, but it was good. I ordered burrata (but it was just mozzarella), a margherita, and a romaine and chicory salad. We ended with passito and cannolis. The best part about this restaurant is that the wait staff and hostesses have amazing bodies, but they are not extremely beautiful in the faces. Easy to look at but not shockingly hot- except for their bodies. We ended up seeing two people from work. Similar to the wait staff at the restaurant. When I left I stopped by to say hi, and one of them just smiled at me and kept blinking. She did not say a word. It was very odd. I wonder if she knows 'Yellow Panties'. Bitch. Keith was supposed to bring me some replacement J, but he forgot. I am down to shake right now. It is like trying to put together a pasta with some egg noodles, a can of soup and a peach. You can do it, but it don't taste very good. My bourbon is low too, so all I got is a pack of cigarettes that Sophia left in the kitchen a few weeks back. I have my doctor's favor. I think I can make do for the evening. I am sitting here looking at my slightly swollen arm that is slightly peeling.
My tattooist is a master. His work heals so quickly. You need to be prepared to go see him though.
First, you make an appointment so that he can meet you and understand what you want. You then make an appointment and it is usually several months out. When the appointment arrives, you show up on time, but he is an hour late. He settles in and readies the area. He puts gloves on, cleans, adjusts, organizes and then takes gloves off and smokes. He puts gloves back on and gets the needles and tubes ready. He takes gloves off and he smokes. He comes back and puts gloves on and calls you in. He changes his shoes and puts on his tattooing shoes. Black. He forgets something and needs to go to the store. Changes shoes and he takes his gloves off and goes to the store. He comes back smoking and is carrying a bag of stuff and a Vitamin Water. Changes shoes and he puts gloves back on. Vasoline on the table, one, two, three, four small ink cups into vasoline. Black ink into four cups. Click on and off of the motor. Clear buzz, adjust the knob. Staring at my arm, finding the spot, finding the shape. Michelangelo supposedly looked at blank marble this way. He begins tattooing. He chats on and off the whole time. He is meditating and is zen and is off in another world and then he is present. His hand begins hurting, so he stops. Gloves off and cigarettes. Gloves back on and he begins again. When he is done, he is happy with his work and he sprays that yellow liquid soap on your arm. It cools it down and soothes the area.
The rattlesnake needs to strike before the rabbit gets fangs. I need to confront 'Yellow Panties' head on and see what she is up to. I want to call her, but there is no safety on the phone. I am safe at work. People trust me and know me, and I can confront her and it will not be weird. She has nothing on me. Her word against mine. She may have my DNA in her panties- I think they were pink. Does that count? I guess it would. Sort of irrefutable.
'Yes your honor that spot came from me.'
'Yep, came out of all three orifices.'
'I guess I am a bad man. I have not really thought about it before, but, I do like being bad. Besides, she asked me to, so doesn't that make me a good man?'
The rattlesnake needs some rest now. I need to be sharp in the morning. I need to find my advantage, I need to find my angle, she is nothing to me, she will collapse under the weight of my will.
Xioba