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Thursday, October 02, 2008

MN3

It was a foggy, sunny morning, while Ryoko and I, sat at the table, eating breakfast. I read the morning paper, while she stared at me, from her coffee cup. I looked up and notices her stare and inquires, "What?" She smiled and looked away. I rolled my eyes, as I continued to read the paper. Damn she's weird. She looks up again, with the same look. And again, I look up to see her. "Ryoko, what's up with you? Why are you staring at me?" "Aww baby, why you gotta be so pretty?" She laughed. I lifted an eyebrow at her, and continue to read the paper.

Later that morning I jumped on the bed, singing in Japanese. Ryoko read her book, without even noticing me. It didn't bother her. She was used to my childish behavior. I bounced my butt on the bed and crawled to her. She wrapped her arm around my neck and kisses my cheek. I blushed with a smile. Our love was unconditional, each day, it grew stronger. There isn't a day in my life where I could ever regret saying yes to this woman.

She touches my arm, I let out a goofy laugh. She mocked me and hit me in the face with a pillow.

It was time for our works, so we decided to sit our morning kiss out for another time.

As she was taking me to work, I couldn't stop thinking about last night, when a rat appeared in my apartment.

Me: Oh my god, oh my god, kill it!
Ryoko: Relax, it's only a rat.
Me: Those bitches bite!
Ryoko: *laughs* They do not!

I was in her lap, while she was laughing at me. My feet were no where near the floor anymore. I was too scared, and from there, I decided to move into the mansion with her. It wasn't the first time, I had seen a rat. I've seen them all over the place. Sharing bills with her is fine, as long as she doesn't attempt to screw me over. I can't get enough of that ivory smell in her room, or the beautiful golden interior in the house.

"Here we are, my sweetie," she awaken me from my day dreaming. I looked out of the window at the building and back at her. "Thanks Ryoko." "No problem. Give me a kiss." I unbuckled the seat belt before glancing around to see if anyone were looking. She chuckled, her soft pink lips planted a kiss on my fiery red lipstick.

"Yay! Have a good day!" I was appalled at how happy she just expressed herself. What the hell is she up to?

"Ok, you too," I said before stepping out of the vehicle. I exhaled, then turned to face the car.

"What?" "I don't feel like going to work. It's just not the same here, without you."

Her happy mood vanished after my epithet. She stared forward at the road, the silence within her caused me to worry.

"I gotta go now, Evalyn," she finally said after fifteen seconds of silence. "Ok, bye..." She drove off expeditiously. The people on the sidewalk glared at me, as if I were responsible for her driving off like that. I rolled my eyes at them, and proceeded to the building.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I found my Iranian co-worker Stephanie standing in front of me. Apparently, I must have fallen asleep at my desk. All I could hear was Jeffrey Osbourne's You Should Be Mine, playing all through my dream. I think Ryoko and I were on a boat, and I fell into the water. That's all I could remember.

"You alright there, Evalyn?" She asked me, handing a cup of coffee to me. I blinked twice before responding, "Yeah, what happened?" "You tell me, you were asleep."

Then I remembered that I didn't get much slumber, due to my mind being on that rat, that was never found. I was just too afraid to go to sleep, so I stayed awake for about two hours. I had to endure the television and Ryoko's earsplitting snores!

When Stephanie returned to her desk, she kept looking at me. She could probably sense that I had my mind on Ryoko. My mind is always on Ryoko. She's practically the key to my soul. Without her, I'm nothing, and right now, I really need to talk to her. I extended my arm forward to retrieve the white cup, filled with coffee from my desk. As much as I didn't feel like drinking it, I did. I needed to remain awake, the stack of papers in front of me, were not going to get done by themselves.

Another co-worker, Mariah rolled her chair from her desk to mine. She greeted me, and thought she'd comfort me. I wasn't really in the mood. I had to listen to her discuss about her husband and children, and how benevolent life was going her way. I only responded to her conversation with yeahs and that's good. That was all I could say, I really had to get the paper work done. I wanted so much, to just shoo her away, but that would be impolite. She's kind for a Puerto Rican woman, just that now isn't a good time to hear about others' lives.

What made me put my pen down, was when she mentioned Ryoko. "You know Ryoko was a good worker. Very fun to be around. I sure do miss her." "Yeah, me too. It's boring here without her." "I wish she didn't tell on herself, about you two. My mother had a relationship with a man at her job, then he had to admit it to their manager."

I looked away, thinking about what she was saying. Swirling the pen around in my fingers, made me conjure that horrible feeling, I had, when I found out about the transferal. I needed a damn Smirnoff right now.

After work, I stood outside, waiting on Ryoko to arrive to pick me up. I was really tired, after filling out all of those income tax papers. I just needed my bed, and her in my arms. She showed up, when I had those thoughts. It appeared that her mood had shifted. She seemed festive again, as I peered through the tinted windows to see her smiling back at me.

When I got in, she planted a kiss on my cheek. The thing that was bugging me, was the fact that she drove off like a mad man.

"What was up with you earlier?" Her smile dropped then. "Nothing."

I rolled my eyes and fastened my seat belt. I knew she was lying, something was up.

"Ok, I was mad cuz you brought up work. You think I don't miss being there with you?" I didn't say a word. I could sense so much tension in her voice."Well yeah, I miss being there. This job doesn't give me much paper work. I used to have my entire view of the window filled up to the top. I missed that so much." "So why were you mad at me, then?" "I'm not mad at you, tenshi. I don't know, I was being stupid."

I really hate it how she feels so sorry for herself. She does this, every time we conflict. I wanted to consummate the conversation and talk about something else. I love this woman, but I miss the tough girl in her.

Later that night, I relaxed on the bed, while she was typing like hell. She was filling out the same revenue papers like I had to complete at my job. Unlike her, she enjoyed it, I don't. Believe me when I say, I wish I could have me two hundred grand like those rich people who always step in H & R Block.

The telephone rung. She stomped her feet down to roll herself over to the left to obtain the cordless phone from the nightstand. When she replied, it made me laugh. She sounded so angelic and innocent. Judging from her tone, it sounded as if she were talking to her mother or father. Whenever we would talk on the phone, she would give her best manly expression to me. After all, she was a tomboy.

I scrunched my feet and resumed doing the word puzzle from today's newspaper. I had pondered about Ryoko's request to go to Tokyo. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go or not. I'm guessing she wants to get out of Los Angeles for a while. This city gets boring after a while... I love the idea of getting out to Japan, especially to the Harajuku district and the Times Square in Tokyo. I wanted to squeal like a kid at the thought.

The smell from the macaroni and cheese that I made earlier, filled the room as if I had made in here. The kitchen was way downstairs and to the left. It was driving me nuts. Damn, I'm good.

I was listening in on my insensate girlfriend while she still resumed on the telephone with whoever it was. Jealousy began to incur my conscious. I was in the mood for her attention as once before. Turning the page in the newspaper loudly to gain her espial, it worked. Without looking up, I could hear her chair squeaking to alert me that I had finally caught her attention. For that, I was glad.

"Evalyn?" I heard her respond. I looked up at her with my lavish black eye lashes and returned a response, "When you're done, I need you over here." I grinned at her devilishly as my eyes returned back to the newspaper ads. She said nothing more, but faced forward to the computer to type and resume the spontaneous conversation with the anonymous person. I'm still wondering who it may be.

I studied her from the computer. She wore a black-corset lolita top(which is beautiful by the way), a white ruffle-long sleeve shirt, black legging like pants and black boots. Not to mention she wore her infamous hair pinned up in a pony tail, at the top of her head. She is beautiful... My girl...

She finally hung up the phone and turned to face me. I looked up to catch her, I crawled on the bed toward her direction. When I finally reached the floor, I grabbed another rolling chair and rolled it to hers. I sat in it, staring close to her face. As I had her hypnotized by my eyes, I slipped a hand down her crotch. She moaned softly and grinned. I licked my tongue along her lips as I continued to massage her clitoris.

"Mmmm someone's wet..." I said seductively, allowing one of my fingers to enter her. "Yes, because I'm with you." She wrapped her arms around me and we engaged into an uncultivated kiss.

She pushed me back, nodding her head. "Que?" "I can't right now, I have a lot of work to do." She bit her bottom lip, scrunching her face at me.

Talk about disappointed, I removed my hand from her panties and went back to the bed. I took my ball and put it away, my expression for how I felt.

"Sorry Evie!" I didn't pay any attention to her, when I got back into the bed. I'm not angry at her, just felt neglected, since she spent so much time with the person on the telephone. Ugh, damn her! She's a douchebag!

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