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social graces One has to wonder why Donna would wear a skirt suit and heels when she knew that she was going to be crawling under a desk pulling computers cables and moving other pieces of equipment. Was she trying to draw attention to her ass sticking out from under the desk? Were we meant to gawk? If we were, it didn't happen. Actually when I looked around no one was really paying that much attention to her and she kept mumbling something to us every now and then. I don't think that she knew that we couldn't hear her from under there. Then when she finally emerged she asked anyone who was listening if she had any dirt on her. I wonder if she was half expecting someone to run and brush her off. No one volunteered. That woman has a much too high of an opinion of herself which I find to be annoying. I have a feeling that her attitude is a result of overcompensating. I imagine that she sees herself as a modern independent woman striving to have a successful career and wants to be taken seriously despite her moderately attractive looks. Personally I think that she would do much better if she were more real. Then again I'm not her. Someone else said that my comment was a little surprising since I usually keep fairly quiet when it comes to office politics. Maybe this makes my comment all that more brutual since I finally decided to say something despite the fact that I cloaked it in sarcasm. After the exchanges that we had this week, I have a feeling that it might be a while before I get invited out on another Saturday adventure with her. This doesn't matter though. I already have plans for the next two Friday nights. Next week I'll be seeing a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream followed by a production of Engaged on the twenty-seventh. Staying home on Saturday will be needed to catch up on sleep lost on those Fridays. ... Despite going in circles, there was one good thing about driving down by the lake last night. I got to see an almost imaginary moonrise over the lake. The colors were something straight out of a dream with a primary red hovering above the shifting blue. Seeing that made me wonder what it must be like to live by the lake all year round. Was this something that happens frequently or was I seeing something special? Part of me regrets not staying there longer just to sit and stare, but I was tired and needed to get home. ... Ann was in a great mood tonight and it certainly made mine that much better. After the chaos that I endured last night, I needed something a little more relaxing. Seeing her in a playful mood was a great way to start. It was the first time in a while that I had seen her all done up. More often than not when I see her, she is dressed fairly casual, but that wasn't the case tonight. She was clad in a black empire waist dress with a leaf pattern around the chest and shoulders. Maybe it was more elegant than business like, but it didn't matter to me. It still looked great on her. She said that I looked tired or maybe sad. I was tired. The sleep that I got just didn't seem to be enough. At hearing this, she made a pouty look with her lips and I did the same back to her. My being tired didn't stop her from being silly though. What I mean by silly is that she kept hitting me on the forehead and tugging on my ears which has to do with an alien couple sex joke that I am too tired to explain right now. We both knew what it meant though. She said that she was fragile and I said that I knew that already. She asked me to find a rubberband so that she could put her hair back. After a quick search I returned with three for her to choose from, but she took all of them. Soon she was threatening to hit me with one of them, but it broke in her hand instead of on me. I laughed and she threatened to try with a second one, but she didn't. When I mentioned to Ann the Donna crawling episode she started to laugh. More than once she has commented that Donna wears skirts that are much too short. She said that she also has short skirts, but won't wear them to work for fear that they might send her home. I nodded and tried to imagine her wearing them. At one point in the night she started to massage my neck and shoulders which is what I do for her when I know that she is tense. I didn't want her to stop. It felt so good, but there was work to do.
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