Sunday, October 22, 2000:
Inevitability Index:  19 (pretty much D.O.A., but got a bracelet with my name on it).
Where was Amy while I was drawing the above?  Out with her K-sistahs ... I think.
Just Saw:  Legend Of Drunken Master!!  Even better after the tenth time!!  (They cut out the last scene though.)
 LIKE (a) WHITE (guy) ON (a) RICE (girl):  Rice Bowl Journals.

 

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GETTING OFFice

In my office, with Amy sitting on my lap.

AMY:  "What if someone walks in with us like this?"

ME:  "You mean like last time, when Eve caught us?"

AMY:  "Haha!  Yeah, she must think we’re a really happy married couple.  Did you lock the door?"

ME:  "I think so.  Besides, we’re just sitting here."

AMY:  "Let’s go at it then.  Uh huh!"

Amy starts grabbing for *things*.

ME:  "Hey, don’t.  This coat can only hide so much.  I have to go out there again."

(Is that an opthalmoscope in your pocket or are you just happy to see me.)

AMY:  "Well, don’t be taking your coat off then.  I don’t want the other nurses seeing your butt because I know they’re looking."

ME:  "They are not.  Which ones?"

AMY:  "Maybe the gay ones are!  Oh yeahhh."

Amy rests her arm on my shoulder, and lays her head next to mine.

AMY:  "You smell like sex."

ME:  "What are you talking about?  I took a shower this morning."

AMY:  "No, you smell like you."

ME:  "That’s my deodorant."

AMY:  "No, it’s not."

(Just then, Dr. Clueless opens the door and walks in.  I jolt and Amy jumps up.)

DR. CLUELESS:  "Oh, Scott!  Sorry!  I … uh …."

(Amy casually walks over to my desk like the intruder didn’t just see her and myself cozying up together like two peas in a pod.  She suddenly takes an intense interest in a blank notepad.)

DR. CLUELESS:  "Uh, I was just looking for Eve.  Is she here?"

Yeah, right.  She’s hiding under the desk practicing her whitehouse intern skills.  She is so obviously not here.

ME:  "No, I haven’t seen her."

DR. CLUELESS:  "Do you know where she is?"

I’m sitting in my office with my woman on my lap and a suspicious tent-like projection in my pants.  Do I look like I know where she is?

ME:  "I have no idea."

Now, go!

DR. CLUELESS:  "Okay, maybe I should leave a –"

ME:  "Yeah, I’ll tell her you stopped by.  Thanks.  Bye."

He leaves, and Amy loses interest in the blank notepad.

ME:  "Why did you jump off?  I figured you’d just sit there."

Amy can be something of an exhibitionist around strangers with her PDAs ... Public Displays of Affection ... or maybe Pissing Demarcations of Assertion, to scare away those looking at her "property."

AMY:  "I knew you would have pushed me off onto the ground like last time."

ME:  "That was just a reflex!  I was caught off guard that time."

AMY:  "What about in the elevator before?  You practically pushed me into the wall."

ME:  "That was an accident.  I can’t be smooching you when patients walk in the elevator."

She sits back down and resumes curling up in my chair with me in it.

AMY:  "Did I tell about that damn old gome that jumped out of bed twice yesterday!  I went in there to put him back in bed and he tried being all nice to me.  He asked me where I was ‘from’ and said I’m very nice."

ME:  "What did you tell him?"

AMY:  "I said, ‘YOU ARE NEVER GETTING OUT OF THIS BED AGAIN!’  And I tied that damn gome down for good!  He knew he did wrong.  I heard him talking to his wife, and she said he deserved it too.  Always keep jumping out of bed ...."

ME:  "It’s okay, baby."

AMY:  "I don’t want to go back.  Lifting the 500 pounders.  Worrying about the gomes who keep jumping out of bed.  Dealing with those psycho families.  Plus they got us wearing these stupid ass uniforms …."

ME:  "I know it babe."

I squeeze through the coarseness of her new starchy uniform with my arms around her body.

AMY:  "This is a good place to sleep."

She says as she lays her head on my shoulder.  She smells like her -- warm and sweet.  Her natural scent is a hypnotic combination of sedative and aphrodisiac.  Half of the time my heart rate drops to fifty and I just want to fall asleep with her.  The other half of the time I want to be up to my earlobes in her Hot Thigh Sundae.  Either way, I usually end up unconscious with a smile on my face.

AMY:  "Does your leg hurt from me resting on it?"

ME:  "No, it’s fine."

ME:  "How much time until you have to go back?"

AMY:  "Ten minutes."

We close our eyes and leave everything behind for a little longer.

Seems like the good times always last just ten more minutes.

 

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