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I was rudely awakened by the incessant and grating sound of my pager around 2:30am this morning. We operate 24/7 and when you're on-call you have to respond at any hour. The people manning the phones during 3rd shift are incompetent at best. We have Operator 1. Then there's Operator 2, who carries a chip on her shoulder because she applied for a job she was grossly underqualified for. Unfortunately, it was a job I had open. She's hated me ever since we passed her over. Then there's Operator 3, J. J was someone who was Data Entry for 15 years or so until technology obsoleted her. We moved her to delivering reports for a couple of years. Finally she ended up on 3rd shift operations. It was a pity move. She's close to retirement age and only has a few more years to go. Unfortunately, she can't even find the power button on a computer.

She paged me for a problem I've never handled in the 13 years I've been here. I called her back and told her she was WAY off base with this one. Then she argued with me. As if I forgot what I've done for a living for the last 13 years. Finally she agreed to send it to the right place. But then couldn't figure out how to do it. She's only been using this system for at least 5 years. ARGHGH!!!

I couldn't go back to sleep after that. I think it was well after 4:30 before I fell asleep. Ugh..

I am seriously... bleary.

Last night was pool night and what a night!! We shot the team from the shithole in this post. We had a litle drama early on when A shot her match. We put her up against a much higher rated player. Kind of a numbers game. It didn't work. They kicked the shit out of us. Anyway, she accidentally made one of his balls. I don't know if it was from shooting it directly, or if she shot at hers and after the balls settled his went in. He thought she was shooting the one that went in. So he started shooting the others... in this case hers. He shot one. Then she said "Wait a minute, that was my ball". He got pissed. He said "Well why the hell did you let me shoot it?!?!". It really upset A. She didn't mean to. She's a 2, the lowest handicap you can be. She's only shot about 5 matches. It's no way to treat someone in that position. I felt really bad. It only takes 1 asshole to turn people off the game forever. Granted, the sportsman thing to do would be to say "You're shooting the wrong ball". But technically YOU are responsible to know what you're shooting at. Not your opponent. And she certainly didn't mean to do it.

A and I chatted a lot. It's so much fun knowing what we know.

Later in the evening, a woman who used to be on the team stopped by to visit. She quit when she moved to Texas with her husband. Work C was completely infatuated with her. This was before he met A. He was chatting with her. I'm sure somehow pool came up. I looked over to the other table to see Work C, the owner of the bar, and her shooting a game of pool. I'm not sure when it happened. But this big mouthy mother fucker walked up to their table and started talking shit. He looked a lot like the singer from Smash Mouth. Except BIG. I'd say 6' 5" at least. Pushing 300. He was overweight. But not necessarily fat. He had a beer gut sure. But he looked like a stereotypical iron worker or longshoremen. He was probably in his mid-30s. His hair was thinning but he had it buzzed really short. He wore an earring.

Anyway, I started watching that table with a little more interest. He was running his mouth non-stop. The guy who pissed A off was over there shooting with Work C as well, we'll call him S. They were both starting to get sick of this guy. Work C said "Is your wallet as big as your mouth?" The guy started in "Hey, I'll shoot you for $20... wait better yet how about $100? $1000". Work C said "Show it and I'll be glad to take it." Eventually the guy bet S $10 on their game. S beat the shit out of him. Then he said "I'll take that $10 now". At which point the big MF said "Hey, we didn't shake on it". Which obviously went over really well with Work C and S. So they shot another game for $10. S beat the shit out of him. This time he took his $10. They kept going back in forth at each other for a while. S kept playing him and taking his money. Eventually he walked off.

A little while later he came walking back over. At this point A was starting to get into it. She walked over there and started talking shit the whole time they were shooting. Then the guy started talking shit to Work C. Work C said "put up the money and lets shoot". The guy opened his wallet and had $5. We laughed hysterically at this.

A few minutes later he was back with $20. Apparently he hit his wife up for it. Loser. Anyway, Work C took that $20. The whole time Work C was shooting, the guy kept trying to intimidate him. He walk ALL the way around the table to pick up chalk making sure he'd get right next to him while he was bent over to shoot. Or he'd walk around and stand in front of the pocket and talk shit. Calling Work C everything from a pussy to a cheat.

This went on for a couple of hours. Work C would take his money. He'd walk away. He'd bum money from his wife. Then he'd come back. I could see Work C was sick of him (which is a little ironic, someone running THEIR mouth pissed him off). Finally, the league match ended. There is a rule in our league. If you get in a fight during a league match, you're out. Once the match was over, we all shook hands, hugged the women etc. S looked at me and asked "Is the match over?". I replied "It's over". At which point we ALL gathered around the table. Work C was shooting yet another match with the guy. We had been shooting "bush" rules during our match. Bush rules differ in that whenever you scratch you can put the cue ball ANYWHERE on the table. This is called "ball in hand". Another bush rule is, as long as you drop one of your balls, you keep shooting. It doesn't matter if you shoot for a corner pocket, miss, go three rails and carom ANOTHER of your balls into the side. You still keep shooting. However, Work C and MF were shooting straight pool. Work C scratched, the guy walks up and starts to put the ball anywhere on the table. Work C said "Uh uh, we're shooting straight pool. You put the ball behind the head string". The guy said "Bullshit, you put the ball where ever you wanted a minute ago. You're fucking cheating". Work C NEVER put the ball anywhere on the table. After a few minutes of running his mouth he walked to the head of the table and took a shot. He shot a ball at the corner pocket, missed, it went 3 rails and dropped in the opposite corner. He started to walk over to take another shot. Again, Work C said "Uh uh, we're shooting straight pool. No bullshit shots". The guy was still standing by the cue ball. Work C walked over and bent over to shoot. At which point MF leans in real close and starts in his ear. "You a cheatin' mother fucker" and so on. Work C put his cue on the table, stood up, faced him and said "you need to back the fuck off". At which point me, S, one of S' buddies, W, the owner of the bar all eased towards the table. MF glanced around and walked off. Work C took his money again.

After that game ended all of the guys from the other team left leaving Work C, Me, A and W. MF had walked over to a table of guys and was trying to get them to arm wrestle for money. We half assed shot a couple of games waiting to see if MF wanted to continue or not. Once we get ready for a fight we're kinda let down when it doesn't happen. We took full advantage of proximity to see if we'd get to finish.

We called it a night shortly after. I walked A to her car. "We need to get together SOON" she said. Indeed.

I got home around mid-night and sat there all keyed up trying to fall asleep. I have no idea what time it was when I finally did.

Things on my "I wonder what it would be like to" list that came true...

Ride an elevator when it suddenly fell.

Coming back from lunch today all 6 guys from my team walked into an elevator. It went up to the 3rd floor. The door opened. We were a good 3 feet below the floor level. Then it started to fall. I have to say it wasn't at all like I would expect. It wasn't so much a fall as a slow decent. The wierd thing was, after the elevator started down, the doors snapped shut, and the floor indicator went UP until we hit bottom with a jolt. We pried the doors open and discovered we settled about 2 feet below the first floor. Initially we called the "emergency" phone. I don't think they took us seriously because we were laughing so hard at the absurdity of the whole thing.

Mrs wants to "have an adventure". I think she's feeling a little... mature after I told her about the skinny dipping incident. Her idea of an "adventure" is to ride the motorcycle down to the beach, have a few drinks and "go for a swim".. this Saturday night.. when her Mom can keep C.

I dunno, there's something.... planned about the whole thing that doesn't really do it for me. Then again, I think I may be falling into the traditional role trap. Seeing Mrs as the wife and MOTHER in our family. Don't get me wrong, I see her as a sexual creature. It's not that I have some kind of Oedipus thing going on. Like I see her like I would see my own mother blah blah blah. I guess it's that, since she bore a child, she's more... responsible... more... adult. I can't really put my finger on it. She's just above the juvenile stuff now. At least as I see her. I can't really picture her frolicking naked in the moonlight. Or if she did, she wouldn't be frolicking so much as checking it off on some list in her head proving she's still a "kid at heart".

When I picture running along a beach naked, it's not with Mrs. Actually, it's not with anyone specific. Hmm.. I'll have to ponder this one.

A leaned against me, her back pressed against my chest. Neither of us wore clothes. I ran my hands over her body starting at her throat, her breasts, her stomache. I took her earlobe in my mouth and nibbled, using my teeth ever so lightly. I let my hand linger at her belly button. It's pierced. Damn that is so hot. I lowered my head so that my mouth ran along her neck, letting my teeth scrape gently on her skin. My left hand slid back across her amazingly flat stomache to her nipple as my right hand followed her side down along her hips. I can't get enough of the feel of her body. Her curves are exactly as a womans should be. Her skin is like rose petals. As my hand drifted down to her hips, then across the top of her thigh, she parted her legs slightly. I picked my hand up so that just the finger tips caressed her skin. My fingers drifted towards her pussy. She moaned. I started tracing circles all around her pussy. I love the feel of it. She is almost completely shaven except for a tiny little landing strip. Her skin is so smooth. I was barely touching her, teasing her. My mouth wandered along her shoulder, kissing and nibbling, moving back and forth from her shoulder up the nape of her neck. She started moaning and moving her hips. I teased her a little more, letting my fingers trace her mound, almost touching her lips but not quite. Finally I let my finger drift to her pussy. She was soaked. I let my hand linger for just a second. She lowered her head as I continued kissing and nibbling the nape of her neck. I spun her around and pushed her back on the bed. As she slid herself back to the pillows I climbed onto the bed and lowered my mouth to her pussy, pausing for just a second to admire the site of her body. I ran the tip of my tongue slowly along the length of her pussy, pausing for a second at her clit. I heard her inhale and hold her breath. I did it again. Slowly. Pausing with the slightest pressure on her clit again. I began to tease her, running my tongue around her lips, dipping into her pussy, flicking her clit lightly. She began to moan louder, her breathing became ragged. I picked up the pace and started focusing more on her clit. She has the best tasting pussy I have ever experienced. Almost like butter. I love it. I began to attack her clit. She started shaking. I thought to myself "Damn, I've never seen her shake so hard". I went faster, harder. She shook harder. It seemed the whole bed was shaking. And shaking. It seemed as if the earth itself was cumming.

WTF!?!? "Time to get up" Mrs said. FUUUCCCKK!!!!!!!!

There is nothing worse than dreaming about eating the best pussy of your life only to have your wife wake you up before you could finish!! AND, with no time to finish the job yourself. FUUCK!!

Shitty weekend. Shitty morning. All in all, it looks like I'm in for a shitty week.

I'm in a funk today. My weekend was oh so boring. Fri night a few of us from my team went out for happy hour. Somehow I was the first to the bar. And when I say first, I don't mean of my group. I mean to walk in the place that day. It wasn't long before other people from my team started showing up.

Eventually we grabbed a table. I noticed this stunning brunette who had taken a seat outside. She kept looking at me. I was wearing sunglasses because our table faced outside and it was brutally bright. I was looking at her. She at me. For a split second I thought to myself, "this could be interesting". Then it dawned on me who she was. I hadn't seen her in at last a year. It was Mrs' old roommate. I got up to get a beer at the bar. I turned around and she was standing there. "Hey Mr., how are you?" and so on. I leaned over to give her a hug. She gave me one of those European pecks on the cheek when I did. There's no way in hell I'd ever so much as think about making a move on her for obvious reasons. But DAMN that was awesome.

I got back to my table and almost everyone was staring at me. I just smiled.

I spent Saturday shopping for a carpet cleaner. We've been in the house around 9 months and DAMN that carpet looks nasty!! I worked in the yard and cleaned the carpets. Mrs took C to the beach. I watched a movie while they were gone. Do I know how to live or what?!?!

I called A Saturday morning and offered to take her out on the boat Sunday. It's been a long... long... long time since we've played and I'm climbing the walls. She called early Sunday morning to tell me she couldn't go. So I took the boat out and went fishing all day Sunday. The day started off looking like shit. There was a fog all around when I left mid-morning. I tried a place I've read about on-line. No fish. So I started to move to one of my old fishing holes. Wouldn't you know, there was a regatta going on and they had set up RIGHT ON MY HOLE!! So I tried a new place. I had a bunch of bites and caught 1 barely legal fish. I watched another snatch my bait right as I was reeling it in to the boat. Fucker. I ran out of bait right as the action started picking up.

I came home around 6:00ish. Cleaned the boat, the one fish. Mrs had dinner ready shortly after. I gave C a bath after dinner. I made the mistake of laying down after C's bath. That was the last thing I remember. I slept from around 8:30pm until Mrs woke me up to get ready for work.

So far this morning, the vending machine was almost completely empty. The AC seems to be... diminished. Not completely broken. But it's warm in here. I'm on-call to boot. I haven't fucked A in quite some time. It doesn't look like it'll be any time in the near future. ARGHGGH!!!!!!

Friday blah blah blah.

No plans for the weekend... Nada. The guys at work are heading out to happy hour this afternoon. I'm thinking about going fishing one day. God I lead a boring life!!

I talked to A briefly yesterday. They are still fighting. I offered to get together so she could vent/talk or whatever. I doubt she'll take me up on it. I hate seeing people in pain like that. I can't imagine what it would be like to marry someone, move in together, then discover a completely different side of them. Mrs and I were living together long before we married. Both A and her husband have children from previous marriages. Living together first wasn't an option for them. I know it's not very traditional, but I can't imagine sharing a home for the first time AFTER you've tied the knot. In my State, divorce is so messy. Forget kids. Forget alimony. The State FORCES you to take a year before finalizing. If you get married, then discover your spouse has a propensity to say... torture small animals, view kiddie porn, sell crack to kids on a playground etc. (BTW, I don't know anyone like this including A's husband. I'm making an extreme point) you're stuck with them for a year. I can't imagine the fear and uncertainty when you discover your spouses bad side. I was lucky, the worst Mrs does is fall asleep on the couch at 8:00 leaving a mess everywhere. But then I already knew this before we got married.

Pool night was a tremendous let down. A called me around 3:00 and asked if I was planning on going to shoot pool. I said I was to which she replied "Good I'll have someone to play with". Yeah baby!

We were shooting away last night. I went to the bar early to get some food and shoot a few games as warm up. Around 6:30 our team started rolling in. First J, then Pool C. I shot J a few games and got my ass handed to me. A came in next. We chatted a bit. I gathered she and her new husband are already starting to have some serious problems. It sounds like he has major anger management issues. I won't go into great detail, but the scariest parts are hearing their brand new house already has a few holes in a wall or two as well as a door. This does not sound like something a "normal" person would do to a brand new house.

The bar had 2 rooms with pool tables. We were going to shoot in a different room than we met. J was shooting a game with Pool C. A and I grabbed our stuff and went to the other room to grab a table. We sat there by ourselves chatting a little bit. She reached over and started rubbing my cock through my shorts under the table. That is SO hot. A few minutes later the rest of the gang wandered in.

When we started our match, J put A up first. She's doing well for a beginner. She made a couple of multi-ball runs. Her opponent screwed up one game. A actually had a good chance in another. I think she's starting to progress.

J put me up next. I've been in a serious slump this session. I think I may have only won 2 matches up until last night. I pretty much spanked this guy. I was making shots I pulled out of my ass. I was D'ing him up really well. I made several good runs on the table. I ended up beating him 3 games to 0.

In the middle of my match I looked over at A and noticed she looked pretty upset. She was avoiding eye contact and her eyes were pretty red. At one point she finally looked over at me. I mouthed "Are you ok?". She shook her head no. I'm guessing either she called him or he called her during my match and it was ugly.

Not long after I looked over and Work C had decided to show up. I finished my match and sat down. As I did so, A said "I'm going home, I'll talk to you later". I stood up to say goodbye. Work C was standing behind her and said "See you tommorrow Mr." as in, he was leaving with A. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. I gave her a hug and said "Let me know if there's anything I can do". She said "I will" and walked out. J asked Work C a question. So Work C had to stand there and chat with him. I could tell it was killing him that A had already walked out and he wasn't right there with her. His conversation with J didn't last but a few seconds and he shot out the door.

The rest of the night was a real snoozer. In fact, I was getting so tired I was actually having a hard time keeping my eyes open to watch the remaining matches. We ended up winning overall by 1 match. We really needed to take 1 more to make a dent in the standings. There are only a few weeks left.

I'm debating whether or not to continue to shoot next session. Work C was the only reason I joined the team. Since he and I have started having our issues I've really debated whether to stay. I've grown to enjoy the people (especially A of course). I have a feeling A won't be back next session. She starts back to school. I think with 2 jobs, a shaky new marriage, AND school she'll have to give up something. Then there's the whole skinny dipping thing. I've been told a few people were pissed that I told Work C about it, and others are pissed because they weren't there... or because I specifically went along. Our team has more closet lusting than a damned soap opera. The fact that I went pissed off a few of those people. So if A quits and people seem a little... stand offish, I really have no reason to hang out. Up until now, I've taken the attitude that I'm not going anywhere just because Work C and I aren't getting along. But if there are other problems, I may drop out.

Who knows, maybe A and I could make better use of the time!

I mess with Mrs constantly. Sneak up on her and grab her ass with both hands. Wait 'til she's drying her hair and sneak my hand up her nightie. This morning was no exception. I was walking into our bedroom, she was walking out of it. I set myself right so she couldn't get by me. She tried to give me a playful punch. I grabbed both of her hands. She started backing up. Once we were in the bedroom and I could get by her and she by me, I let go of her hands. She grabbed mine and pulled me to the bed. She was still wearing her little teddy without panties. She hadn't started putting her clothes on yet. I lay on top of her playing for a second. She reached down and pulled my shorts down. At this point I was assuming we were just horsing around a bit. We were running seriously late for work. C had just sat down to eat her breakfast and I hadn't even picked my clothes out yet. The next thing I know she's sliding me into her. Nothing like a quickie before work.

On a completely separate topic. I mentioned WAY back when I started this blog I'm a cyber idiot. I work in the IT field. I do geek stuff. But I've always made a concerted effort to leave work at work and not take it home. Even when I divorced my first wife and was alone for some time, I never took up the "cyber" lifestyle. I only chat with work people about work, during work. I only e-mail close friends and colleagues. I have had cyber-sex, but only with someone I met in person and only because she lived in the North and I lived in the South, many, many, MANY miles apart. Our phone bills were out of control. Cyber sex was a cheaper alternative to weekly flights and massive phone bills. Part of my job is to keep our users as secure as possible. I.e. preach the evils of promiscuous surfing, e-mailing and the consequences. "You might catch SPAMMERS that way!! Or you might get a virus in an attachment!!". It's really not in my nature as result to "put myself out there" in cyber land.

This blog is my first real venture to put myself out in the e-world. The thing is, I really haven't learned good cyber etiquette. My work paranoia has definitely spilled over to this venture. On one hand I write on this blog about intimate details of my life. On the other, it hasn't really required interaction so far.

Recently, Naughty Secrets linked to this site (Thank you BTW). My hit meter has gone up significantly. It's a little freaky but I'm handling it. The thing is, people have started leaving 1 or 2 comments here and there. I also got an e-mail or two from people. I have to admit, I'm not really sure what the appropriate etiquette is. No one has asked me a direct question. Mostly it's been the "I like your site. It's really cool" type. I appreciate the thoughts. But I'm pretty nervous about replying. It very much goes against my "secure secure secure" nature.

So to all who have written and/or commented, thank you for the thoughts. I hope my lack of cyber etiquette and general paranoia do not piss you off.

Fucking cold!! I can't seem to shake it. Just when I think I start getting better, it moves. From my nose to my chest. I've been taking cough medicine right before bed to be able to sleep. I worry if I continue this for too long I may have other problems as a result. Fucking cold!!

Things seem to be stable again with Work C. I chewed him out. He responded via IM. He said he didn't know the skinny dipping subject was taboo until Pool night. I called bullshit on it. I know I specifically told him, at least once and I'm sure twice, I was worried about it getting around. He stood by it.

He said he wasn't "getting me back" for anything. Honestly, there's a lot to get me back for. I've thought about it a lot. I was still perplexed as to why I was so eager to cut him from my life. The skinny dipping incident served as an easier way than to face why he gets under my skin.

I think I finally put my finger on it. He gets under my skin because he brings out the worst in me. We're supposed to be buds. But he does so much stuff I can't stand, I have to vent about it when he's not around. Its very two faced. And I can't stand that. I hate people who are two faced. So I despise myself for doing it. Which pisses me off even more. He gives me PLENTY of ammo. Especially with the work fiasco. I know from my boss his mouth was the catalyst.

Recently, I realized he was going to take people with him when he went down. I honestly don't remember what caused me to change my attitude from trying to watch his back, to watching my own. But I used to keep my mouth shut when he fucked up or left me hanging. A few months ago I decided I was done with that and started talking to my boss about him. I think it was another instance of him doing something over the weekend, then not coming in to deal with the fall out, leaving it to me. That started with my old boss. When my new boss started I continued. He and Work C became buddies a while ago. I know they talk a lot. My boss is a no non-sense type of guy. He tells you straight up where you stand. Good and bad. I'm sure he's probably said "Listen, Mr told me this happened and this happened, you know you fucked up right?". So Work C would now know I've been talking to the boss instead of protecting him.

Lastly, there was the whole getting him in trouble with A. Right when A and I were tip toeing around getting together he said something that made me think he was with her or had been. I had to ask about it. It's one of my rules. I won't sleep with anyone he has. Not because of the personal problems with him. But because I think it would cause problems beyond what already exist. Anyway, she turned around and chewed him for talking shit in the first place. He brought it up; that I had gone back to A. I couldn't very well let him know I was talking to her beyond chit chat. So I had to cover and say I really didn't know what I said. That I had probably said something vague and she put 2 and 2 together. So I lied to him. Which pisses me off as well. But it pissed me off because if he'd keep his mouth shut I wouldn't even have had to say anything at all. She told me he was full of shit. Which pissed me off more that he would posture just to make himself look better I guess just to impress me. Since then he's said other things that lead me to believe he is completely full of shit.

Then of course there's the fact that she's showing a LOT of attention to me at pool. She was pretty hands on last week. Not that I mind. I really get a kick out of it. But I know he hung around and hung around waiting to make a move on her. And she hung around and hung around to avoid it. I think there's a good chance he will see that as me trying to push him out (which I am of course). During the course of our conversation yesterday it turned to A. He told me he would fuck her. He also said he believed his chances are gone now. He asked me if I would or have. I replied simply with "No". Then added "So I say. I have a feeling if she were naked and I didn't think anyone would know I'd do it". Then I added that I thought she felt I was "safe". As in she could flirt with me and know I wouldn't do anything. Maybe he'll get the hint that she isn't interested in him. Maybe he got the point that she's flirting with me to avoid you. Then again, I made the point about the skinny dipping and he either didn't get it or ignored it.

There's plenty of ammo there for him to feel justified in "getting back at me". And it irks me to give it to him. But I'm a reactionary. I don't do things unless I'm reacting to a situation. So I feel better about things because if he didn't behave a certain way, or do certain things, then I'd have no reason to be pissed and vent. But I've talked and talked to him. Tried to set an example. I've even tried saying straight up "You're fucking up". But it doesn't seem to get through to him. No matter how you look at it, it's a fucking mess.

My only hope, is he'll take another job. I know he says he can get a job with a defense contractor. It's a long story but his ex-wife works there. It would be a job with her. They have an... unusual relationship. He led A to believe he fucked her recently. She and I talked about it a little after pool last week. He never came out and said he did. He didn't deny it when A asked bluntly. But that's his trick. He did the same thing to me talking about A. But yesterday, during the conversation, he said "Life wouldn't be interesting without secrets" in response to a comment I made about people confiding in me. I replied "I think it's oppressive because you have to worry about letting something slip to the wrong people and I'm not smart enough to pull it off". I was trying to suggest without being blunt (possibly a mistake) that I didn't want to hear anything from him. Then he said "I have a secret". I changed the subject. I know he is talking about his ex. Which leads me to believe maybe this time he isn't full of shit. I don't know if this will sweeten any opportunity he may have to leave here or not. I can't imagine she would, in her right mind, offer him a job if they've fucked... recently.

I can still hope maybe they're both fucked in the head.

I finally had it out with Work C. He left me with the impression he only blabbed to B and W. I made the assumption B had run her mouth about the skinny dipping. Then I got a call from E. She was PISSED!! It looks like he went to pool with both barrels blazing. I thought I had made it pretty clear I didn't want it to come out if at all possible.

So this morning I walked into his cube, leaned down real close and said "I told you about the skinny dipping incident because I was worried B would run her mouth. I was trying to difuse it by telling you ahead of time. I thought B went and said something. But then E calls me and tells me you ran your mouth non-stop (while making the mouthy gesture with my hand). Then I know I told you last week I was worried about it. And you went and shouted about 'W's head between your legs' to B. Whatever it is, and I'm sure I did something that you're getting me back for, YOU GOT ME!!". Then I walked out.

I really wanted to add, "Now FUCK OFF!!". But I just didn't have the heart to do so. Hopefully he got the message. Shut your mouth. But I'm afraid someone will have to say it directly, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!".

I went ahead and told Mrs. Most of it. I left out the part about the teens. Oddly enough, she wasn't thrilled. But in a twisted way she found it humorous. I realized I think I lied on this site. Well... not lied per se. But I forgot, that wasn't the first time I skinny dipped. The first time was the weekend right before we found out about C. We were hanging out in a beach house. It was an annual tradition for a bunch of us to get together at a beach house and get drunk. I got really wasted and started trying to goad people into "Naked Polar Bearing". Which they took me up on. So this wasn't the first time. Mrs reminded me of this when she laughed (after getting the details out of me) about it. She pointed out it was usually ME who tried to get people to get naked. That was only the first time anyone took me up on it. Then there was the time I dropped my pants walking from the car to the front door of our old house. But that's another story. Anyway, she didn't want me to think it was ok to do this type of stuff on a regular basis (Is every once in a while ok?). And that was that.

While Mrs is ok with it. W, B, and E are NOT cool with it getting out. They are pretty pissed at me for telling Work C. I only told him because I suspected the opposite would happen. I'll have to see how things go this week to see whether or not I'll stay on the team.

I still want to stay far away from him. But I'm afraid he'll see this as us patching things up. I just don't see him learning to control his mouth. Or changing his aggressive behavior when dealing with people at work. Lastly, I don't think he's learned to be more reliable at work, or to plan things better. In other words, he's still on the edge of imploding. Someone important will challenge him on something he half assed did, he will get aggressive, drop the F-bomb and cause irreprable damage to his and our reputation. This will take more pondering.

Ugghh.... I can't seem to make it through the week without 1 night of heavy drinking. I was good Wed. night. No alcohol at all. I made up for it with a vengence last night.

All of the guys from work decided to go fishing last night up on the lake. It's about an hour from most of our houses. Actually, Work C decided to go fishing, everyone else decided to sit and drink. I wasn't going to go in keeping with my anti-Work C theme. But ALL of the guys went including the boss. I felt like I needed to. But I took my own boat.

In typical Work C fashion, they were late as shit getting there. I was on the lake around 6:30, got bait, food, went to the usual fishing hole, ate, fished, smoked a stogie, drank a beer, and they were nowhere to be seen. The lake is pretty sizeable. The fishing hole is at the farthest downwind point on the lake. By the time the waves travel across the lake to this point they are pretty sizeable. I was getting tossed around pretty good. In fact it was as bad as I've seen the ocean.

Finally, around 8:30 I called to see where they hell they were. They had just made it to the lake and were goofing around. Swimming, eating. They were a good 2 or 3 miles from where I was. So I picked up anchor and headed their way. It was REALLY rough. I couldn't run at all. It probably took me 20 minutes to get over to where they were.

They were so late getting to the lake they didn't have time to get bait. They were pretty much going to sit around and drink. We decided to head to a sand bar where it was much less rough and hang out for a while. I tied up along side and proceeded to get ddrrrrrrrrUUNNK!! I wasn't the drunkest. P had those honors. I watched him down a quart of Jim Beam.

All in all it was a pretty good night. We were laughing our asses off. The sand bar is about 50 yards from shore near a pretty swanky neighborhood. I'm sure those people were hating us by the time we left. The best or funniest part of the night was when we lost P. He got off the boat and was standing on the sand bar for a long time. Around midnight we decided it was time to head home. We looked around and P was gone. And I mean GONE. We got out the spotlights and tried to find him. Finally someone yelled "MARCO!!!" WAAYYY off in the distance, about 1/2 way across the lake we hear "poloooo". P just decided to go for a swim.

So far I'm the only one at work today.

Ai yai yai. Where to begin. Last night was a pretty good night.

I'll start with the bad to get it out of the way. I was so worried about B running her mouth about the skinny dipping incident I never imagined my own "pal" would actually be the one to do it. I got there before most everyone else. J was there. I had ordered a Diet Coke. I've sworn off drinking during pool for a while. He asked "Is that Jack and Coke?". I said "Nah, after the drunk I put on the last time I was here I thought I'd best lay off for a while". Then he said "Oh yeah, the skinny dipping". Then later, we were sitting around joking about something. I made some comment that could've been taken in an off color way... somehow having to remotely do with me being naked. Work C shouted, "I NEVER want to see you naked!" To which I responded without thinking "You just haven't seen me in all my GLORY!!" So he shouted to B "TELL us about Mr's glory!!" B responded, quite coolly I might add, "I wouldn't know, I wasn't looking at Mr". To which Work C shouted "Yeah, you were looking at W's head RIGHT HERE!!!" while spreading his legs and gesturing to his crotch area. B seemed pretty pissed about that.

Fucking Work C and his mouth!!! I tried to be as clear as possible beforehand this was EXACTLY why I was worried about B. I have a belief that the best way to diffuse a situation is to go right at it. Get it in the open so no on has anywhere to go with it. This was why I told Work C about it in the first place. Hoping that he would understand my feelings about it and keep his fucking mouth shut. ESPECIALLY when I told him I was worried about B. Apparently, last week while I was out, he went up to B and W and started giving them shit about it. Once he started, everyone else wanted to know what was going on so he TOLD THEM!!! Fucker!

I can only blame myself. I shouldn't have done it in the first place. But now I'm seriously having to weigh quitting pool. I may let that out to him. Of course, maybe he wants that anyway.

OK, that's out of the way, We were away last night. The host bar doesn't serve food. I decided to cut out early (since there's not much to do right now anyway) and warm up a bit, get some food etc. I went to our home bar. One of the tables was open and I put in my quarters. I don't know what got into me. But I couldn't miss. I was making 5 and 6 ball runs, bank shots, crazy ass off the wall carom shots, tough cuts, easy cuts. I was smoking. It was so "on" I didn't even mind the piss poor service. After a while I paid my tab (took over 30 minutes) and went to the bar where we were shooting.

The whole gang was there and for once everyone was in a great mood. B, W, J, Pool C, Work C, A... everyone. J put me up to shoot first. I drew another player with the same handicap. Usually, my game drops off when it's "go time". I think, mentally, I focus differently. I get more tense, over think shots. I've been getting my ass kicked a lot lately. To the point I'm worried I'll fall another handicap. Last night was no exception, except my game didn't fall of nearly as much. I over thought a couple of shots. But mostly I executed. For the first time in MANY weeks I won.

Then A showed up. Stunning. Absolutely stunning. We all sat around and chatted for a while. B and W were pretty hilarious. B was in "normal" mode instead of "brat" mode. Even Pool C was chiming in. I think A shot the next match after me. I was sitting at a chair close to the pool table. I was sort of facing it. A started walking over and putting her arm around me in between shots. Or leaning back against me between my legs (I was on a bar stool/chair). I few times she leaned over and whispered nasty things to me. Very cool.

After her match I don't really know who won. I think I may have been the only winner last night. A lost, I think Pool C, Work C, and W lost as well. A was saying how much she sucked during her game. Afterwards, I asked if she wanted to shoot a couple of games to practice. We started shooting a game or two. Work C said he had to leave at 9:30. When we started shooting, he stood there with his case in his hand. 9:45 came and went, 10:00 came and went.. 10:15 came and finally he left. I kept putting quarters up, A and I kept shooting. It was so funny. He was clearly hanging around waiting to walk her to her car (see May 24th post for that one).

A kept ordering beers, so I kept putting the quarters up. A was talking major shit the whole time. She's a big flirt and generally talks to everyone including Work C. However, she kept coming over and putting her arm around me, leaning down and talking dirty in my ear when it was my turn to shoot. Even giving me a quick kiss when I said something clever. After a while Work C started saying "Damn, you getting ALL the love tonight!!!" Hehe, if he only knew!! After he left she really turned up the heat. We had just racked another game when Work C decided she was going to be there for a while and left. She clearly didn't want to be there anymore. I didn't want to just leave the game sitting there and walk out with all of the other players watching. I at least wanted to appear to give her tips etc. At that point I tried to just knock them down and get out of there. Wouldn't you know, my game went in the crapper at that point. Eventually I finished the game with the most amazing carom I've ever done. It was a work of art.

Out in the parking lot A and I chatted a bit. Usually Wed nights are bad for any playing. Last night was no exception. Additionally, I had to dial in to make a change at midnight. We stood around talked about plans. I'm hoping we'll do something soon.

I pulled in my driveway around 11:00. Mrs was still up. She didn't know I had to do a little work. I took off my nasty bar smellin clothes while we talked about the matches, work etc. I layed down to watch TV while waiting for midnight. Mrs immediately pounced on me. It has been a long... long... long time since we've fooled around at any time other than nap time. She was clearly ready for some action. I went down to tease her. I didn't have time for a marathon tongue workout like the last time. I didn't need to this time. She came VERY quickly. She had put her legs around my shoulders while I was licking her pussy. After she came I slid up to tease her nipples. She left her legs over my shoulders (a new one for us). It was a little strange trying to hold the right angle to tease her and not snap her in half. She grabbed my ass and made it clear she was ready for me to fuck her. So I obliged.

My dial-in at midnight went perfectly. All in all, the night was a damn good one.

Things at work continue to be miserable.

At the moment, I have an uneasy (at best) relationship with Work C. I went into Work C in the April 22 post (I'm too lazy to link it today). This whole mess we're in is a direct result of his fucking mouth and attitude.

I've decided it's best for me to stay clear of him. To let him self destruct. Most importantly to be clear of the blast zone when he does. I've been avoiding doing things outside of work with him as well. My fear is that I'll be guilty by association.

But having said this I'm really questioning my motivation. Why am I to the point of essentially turning my back on a friend? Actually, I can't put it to words. If someone were to ask me why, I'm so frustrated with him I can't say. Or rather, there is so much I can't seem to get my mind around it. Or maybe I'm off my fucking rocker and it's really me that's lost it.

Really our interaction the last couple of weeks is what has set me off. This system go-live that has caused all of the problems at work was HIS project. In the past it was one I would've done. He took it over as part of his "get his hands into everything" phase. I sat back and took a sink or swim attitude with it. Either he'll succeed, or not. He put the system into production on a Saturday night. Monday morning all hell broke loose. I happened to be the on-call person. Our rotation works such that a new person goes on-call Monday morning at 8:00am. At 8:00am my pager starting going off non-stop. At one point, my boss was standing behind me talking to me, I had someone on the cell phone, my pager started going off, another team manager walked in to tell me about a new problem, and my office phone started ringing all while I was typing commands to try to figure out a problem unrelated to anything else. Work C didn't meander in until 11:00 am. Not only did he not show up until 11am, he proceeded to sit down and shoot the shit with someone, play a game, go to lunch (about 30 minutes after getting in) leaving me to clean up his mess.

Our problems continued into the next day. He didn't bother to show up until noon THAT day. Then he started installing some cool software we got on a trial basis. Finally, Wed afternoon he started to "help" me. This is when I decided to switch gears, throw out what he installed and install something different. This worked... mostly.

The final blows that week was two fold, first, and I'm pissed at my boss for participating, my entire team left for a golf trip... out of town... no one here... except me. My boss' boss, and HIS boss showed up in my cube to find out why some asshole Dr. was screaming at upper management about the fiasco. As far as I knew (at that point), my reinstall fixed the problem. Apparently, it fixed most and created a few minor ones. Unfortunately, all of the minor ones affected the screaming asshole Dr. and no one else. So here I was, still dealing with daily on-call stuff, the bosses, the screaming asshole Dr., and still Work C was not around to help out.

Secondly, I found out he was trying to blame ME for the trouble! During the go-live, he ran into some problems. Before the go-live, I asked him over and over, "Do you need me here to help?". To which he always shrugged his shoulders and gave me a non-commital answer. I ended up having to come in on unrelated business anyway. I asked when he had problems, "Do you need my help? What do you want me to do?" His answer was "I got it". So I left. It ended up taking about 30 hours for him to figure out his problem. He told my boss it took so long because I didn't help him and the rest of the go-live was half-assed as result.

At this point, I threw my hands up. But things continued downhill after that. The rest is really just more nails in the coffin. But this is therapeutic so I'll go on.

Our problems continued into the next week. In the middle of all of this, BP decided he didn't like the way Work C was doing another project. It's a long story but I'm actually behind Work C on most of this one. BP came over looking for Work C. He wasn't around (it was before noon). When he did get in he went looking for BP to confront him. There's a ton of history here. The short and sweet of it is, Work C made his point in a less than tactful way. The end result was, right point, wrong delivery. The following day the e-mail wars began culminating in the cease and desist order I mentioned yesterday.

Lastly, knowing I was going on vacation, my boss asked me to sit down with Work C and show him everything I've been doing. There's not much. It's always the same thing. So I did. I even wrote some scripts to make it even easier for him. When I got back, the asshole Dr. from the June 29th post had reared his head again with a problem. I asked Work C if he did the things I showed him before I left. He said "I didn't know how". That motherfucker! It turns out the problem is actually deeper than that. It wouldn't have worked anyway. But doing the things I showed him exhausted MY knowledge at that point. He could've easily gone beyond and tried different things, tested, etc. and so on. Basically expanding his own knowledge. Instead, he blew off the problem as MINE and passive/aggressively pouted. I found out our cease and desist could end if we try something BP wants us to try instead of what we were doing. Work C was tasked to test it. To my knowledge he hasn't tested in 2 weeks. Lastly, we offered to take over another item BP was upset about. He said ok, then Work C "didn't have time" to do it. After we offered. In a nutshell, he has played this passive/aggressive pout game ever since this mess started and has left ALL of us, mostly me to deal with it.

I could go on and on. Like the fact that all of these problems revolve around a piece of equipment our users use but we have no experience with. My last boss asked me to order one so we could learn how to support it. It is a pretty cool thing. So I ordered it. Immediately Work C started planning for it to go in his cube. When it came in, I put it in mine. Which started this whole fight over who should get it. Then he started playing with it and changing things without telling me. So I locked it up. He REALLY went off the deep end. Finally I just said fuck it, you take the damn thing. Then we're finally having real problems with our users and I'm having to go to his cube to use it becuase "he doesn't DO this stuff".

Anyway, I'm REALLY done now. This has been good to write down. I feel better about my decision to excise him from as much of my life as possible.

Pool night is tonight. It'll be interesting to see what all will happen after the skinny dipping incident. I wasn't there last week so I don't know what happened in my absence. I've been seriously freaking about the thought that B will run her mouth. I shouldn't have put myself in the situation in the first place. And I damn sure don't need her blabbing about it. If push comes to shove I'll have to quit the team.

Ugh... This week is not starting out very well. The cold I started to get in Big Southern City has blossomed into a full blown head/chest thing. Yesterday I sounded like a teenage bull frog. My voice alternated between a croak and a pubescent squeak.

I had hoped management would've resolved the little crisis we had when I left for vacation. HA! Turns out the new upper management is not only spineless, but clueless as well. My immediate boss is great. His boss is great. It's the new guy above him. It'd be ok if he wasn't technical. It'd be ok if he were clueless. It'd be somewhat acceptable if he were spineless. Combined? We're fucked.

The cease and desist order is still in effect. I didn't go into great detail about the political fiasco we're in. It was too depressing. There's a guy in our institution, I'll call him BP for Bi-Polar. He's an academic. Somehow he finagled his way into an IT position. No one really knows what his job is. But he was hired by the President and reports to him. He managed to piss off a lot of people with his lack of tact, bi-polar nature, and off-the-wall and impractical ideas. He has his own little IT shop who do not support any production system. They are sort of IT nomads roaming the institution and "helping" people whenever they can. They also HATE our department. THE IT department.

In our last reorg, he pissed off the new CIO and lost a significant amount of power. Unfortunately, the new director the CIO hired over my division is clueless. The CIO hates the guy. But my director hasn't learned that he's an idiot yet. BP figured this out and took advantage of the clusterfuck we had last week to attack us. He sent some scathing e-mails to the Director and some managers below him. He personally attacked my boss. My boss has only been on the job 4 weeks. This guy has never even met him. At that point, the Director, rather than coming to his people to find out what the fuck was going on, immediately issued the cease and desist order. At that very moment he empowered BP.

So now we have a new form that we have to fill out for ANY change to a production system. The system go-live that started this whole mess is in limbo. Approximately 1/3 of our users reside on one system and the rest on the old system. The two are patched together to make it as seamless as possible for the users. But I can't guarantee we won't run into problems. We're talking wildly disparate systems.

I've started the job hunt again. I think the fact that none of the new upper management has attempted to work with us is a sign there are some big changes coming. Specifically I think they are looking to outsource all of us to overseas companies. If BP can't stand us now, wait 'til that comes along. I have no faith in upper management at all.

Back from vacation.

It was pretty tame. Very "family" oriented. We hung out around the house for the first half of the week. Took C to a local water park. Went for a boat ride. We took a short trip to see my sister. They built a room in their attic. Apparently their house was designed to have an upstairs but the builder opted to make it all an attic. They decided to finish part of it. We went for the "unveiling". Mostly my BIL and I played with his home theater. He went full 7.1 for that room. It was pretty awesome. The girls (C and both my nieces) played late in the day.

We left to visit my Mom in Big Southern City late in the week. C had a ball but we were more than ready to go by Sunday. My Step Father got laid off a couple of years ago from his tech job. They eventually had to sell their house and bought a little 3 bedroom condo. It's a nice place, but VERY cramped. Their previous house had a total of just under 3800 sq. ft. with a finished basement. This condo is 1300 sq. ft. My Mom is very into antique things. Poor C couldn't touch anything. Mrs and I shared my sister's full sized bed. C slept on the floor. By the end of the weekend I was down to just 3 hours sleep a night and a damned cold! All in all it was pretty fun. We took C to the zoo. She was more interested in riding in her stroller than the animals at first. She perked up later in the day. We also visited a local "natural" attraction. They added all of this Disney like stuff to it basically to get more money from you. We rode a train around the grounds and a tram to the top of the attraction. C loved both of those. She could really care less about anything else.

C really enjoyed hanging out with Grandma. That's the best part of the whole trip. Watching the love she gets.

On the way back from Big Southern City yesterday, all I could think about was getting laid. Mrs and I had sex a few times during the week. It was very typical of us. Whenever C went down for her nap... Very "make love" like. Before we left for Big City. One day I decided to go down on her. All went well for the first 1/2 hour or so. But I couldn't make her cum. I worked and worked. I read an article a couple of weeks ago about oral sex basically saying something like if your partner isn't the sensitive type (meaning her clit isn't sensitive) then bat that thing with your tongue like you're in a tennis match. Well I should've one Wimbledon that day. I'm usually very good at making her cum quickly. Eventually I had fingers in various places. I was sweating profusely. I could tell she was pulling on her nipples. I sped up, slowed down, changed angles, teased, and batted the hell out of it. Finally, right before my tongue gave out for good she came... hard.

I'm starting to think she is getting desensitized from using her vibe. This is the one I bought her for valentines day. The one she swore she'd hardly use and NEVER use "internally" (her words). I've never had to work that hard before. She's been going home for lunch a lot. I'm beginning to think she goes home and plays with the vibe. I don't think I can take a workout like that every time we have sex.

Aside from that day, we pretty much stuck to the same old same old. Right now I'm climbing the walls for a good, nasty, tear the curtains off the wall fuck. I have no idea what A's schedule is like. There was a possibility I was going out of town this weekend. We had discussed maybe working in an all-nighter a day before my trip was to start. But it looks like the trip is cancelled. I hope we can work something out soon.

I'm on vacation this week. Posts will be light until I'm back next week.

What a doozy of a night I had Wed night!

Things at work took a nasty turn. By the time I left work, we had a cease and desist on all work as result of the problems we've experienced.

I arrived at the bar we shoot out of and immediately started with the hard liquor. By the end of the night I had worked up a pretty good drunk. E showed up for the first time in many weeks. B and A were there as well. About half way through the evening our lineup for the night was established. A had an early day the next day and left. Whenever E is around, I can't help it. I have to start talking shit. By the end of the night I was laying it on pretty thick. I'm not sure who came up with the idea, I'm afraid it was me. But we decided to go skinny dipping somewhere. So E, B, W, and myself set off to find a place to get naked.

E runs her own pool cleaning service. She cleans the pool at a local country club. This place is a real shithole as far as country clubs go. We were pretty sure it was a safe bet for privacy. We got there and started down the path to the pool. About 1/2 way there, about 8 teenage girls ran out of the pool area and disapeared into some bushes. We walked to the pool and were a little uncertain as to what to do with them around. One of them ventured back over. She had a carton of wine coolers in her hand. B started talking to her. Apparently we were all there for the same thing. B suggested they get in one end and us in another. W and I, being the only males and clearly old enough to have fathered at least one of them thought better of it. There was no way we were getting busted by a cop with 8 underage girls around. We started to leave. As I was leaving, I looked back in time to see 2 of the girls stripping down. Call me a perv, but OH MY GOD!! The last time I saw a teenage girl naked was in high school and they sure didn't make them like THAT!! W and I got out of there as fast as we could. I wanted no part of any trouble that would bring.

We sat in the car thinking of where to go next. There is a lake about 20 miles away. We decided to try there. About 5 miles up the road, someone thought of a landing nearby to a river that leads to the lake. We turned off and headed for the landing. As we pulled in the parking lot we noticed a truck off to the side. As we were looking for a place to park, we watched a pair of feet press against the glass of the truck. We decided to leave them to it.

There was another landing not too far away. Actually, there are two landings. One on the "salt water" side of the road. Another on the "fresh water" side. This place is notorious for gators. We couldn't remember which side was worst. We arbitrarily picked one side. I walked down to the dock first. We all stood around, nervous to actually disrobe in front of each other. I got tired of standing there and decided "what the fuck". I peeled my shirt and shorts of and jumped in. E came in right behind me. B and W waited for us to commit before they came in.

We all hung out in the water laughing like a bunch of teenagers. E said "Let's swim around". She started to swim away. I noticed what initially looked like trash in the water about 35 yards away. I said "Wait a minute. What's that". She spun around and looked at it. We weren't sure what to do. While debating whether or not to get in, a bag of trash floated by. This could've very easily been the same bag. E said "Screw it I'm getting out". She jumped up on the the dock. I had a little harder time. I finally made it up on the dock and turned to look at the water. I had no sooner looked at the object in the water, when it made a HUGE splash and went under water. B and W came out of the water in record time.

We all stood around saying "Holy shit!! Holy shit!!" when I turned to look the OTHER way. I saw not 1 but 2 gators swimming parallel to the shore about 30 yards in the OTHER direction. That made 3 gators within 35 yards of us.

We did the smartest thing of the night and left.

Of course that little 5 minute dip didn't satisfy anyone's sense of mischief. So back to the country club we went. By the time we made it there, the teenagers had left. Off the clothes came and in we went.

I can honestly say, this was the first time I've skinny dipped now that I think back. It would've been much better at 16. Mostly because at our age, there's nothing great to look at. I was surprised to discover B did a much better job of hiding her weight clothed than I gave her credit for. I did my best not to look at W. E had a much better body than B, but it wasn't anything spectacular like A. A few times I looked towards B and W. Once I saw her sitting on the side with W's head buried between her legs. Another time the were clearly fucking in the water. I guess this is as close to swinging as I'll ever get. Or maybe it was more voyeuristic since I wasn't participating per se.

For some reason I feel seriously guilty about this (as opposed to other mischief I've been up to). I think maybe it's because I let B, of all people, see me doing something she could hold over me. I feel really guilty that Mrs could find out. This is the first time I've ever gotten "wild" without her around. Somehow that other people (plural) were involved, and at least 1 that could run her mouth, it makes it so much worse. I think this will be the last time I ever do anything like this.

On a similar note, A and I got together again. This is probably the last time our schedules will allow for a while. I really wanted to take my time and enjoy her spectacular body. As I was working my way down to her pussy to make her cum again, my phone rang. It was Mrs. I have been working a lot of late nights thanks to the fiasco at work. I think C is noticing my absence. Mrs told me something really scared C and she wanted to talk to me. C doesn't talk on the phone to anyone, even me. She held the phone up. All I heard on the other end was her make this mewling sound, which I know is her crying but trying not to. It broke my heart.

I hung up the phone and lay back down with A. There was nothing I could do. My baby needed me. This is probably the first time I've felt guilty about being with A. I felt guilty about skinny dipping because of my general behavior. I've felt ok about A because she and I are purely having sex. It has nothing to do with our relationships with our spouses. I'll admit I've been a little conflicted because I know Mrs would be really hurt and wouldn't see it the same way A's husband does. I guess I've convinced myself it's a calculated risk. If I felt that A and I were having something serious, something more than just sex I would be wracked with guilt. But to be away from my girl and hear that sound on the other end tore at my heart.

A completely understood and I tore out of there. I don't think it will have any impact on our relationship. I just had to take care of priorities.