|The Trolley (standard:romance, 1875 words)|
|Author: Lawless||Added: Mar 14 2001||Views/Reads: 2201/1137||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Part One of a special story about a romance discoverd by a simple trolley ride. Part Two is in progress.|
THE TROLLEY I was on the Trolley this morning. I was late for work, so I took the T instead of my normal routine of walking to work. I sometimes I ride the T when it is raining, or when I am late. Today I was late. While onboard this particular monday morning the woman next to me looked like she was going to explode. She was acting unusual, she was moving and shaking about. She was kind of whining, and whimpering. She seemed very hyper and wild. It looked as if she had consumed too much coffee and doughnuts for breakfast this morning, or maybe she had ants in her pants. Her breasts were bouncing all over the place. That alone had most of the men on the train staring due to her nice shape. It was entertaining and even comical to watch, but I was not just late this morning, I was late for an important meeting with the chief financial manager of the computer company that I was purchasing. Before the weeks end I intended to slow my involment with my current firm Smith and Jones, then be promoted to temporary operations manager and partial owner for DataTech - one of the largest computer software development companies in the East. My position would be labeled as 'temporary' due to their recent expansion internationally. Within four months I would be the permanent head of operations for all seven centers here in the US. My current boss Roger Burke, operations manager of Smith and Jones, would be heading to our new development in Sydney, Australia. He would run the operations abroad until we got our international feet wet. I suspected though that I would take over most of his responsibilities (as usual) not long after he arrived there. The two companies are both owned by one man, James Bishop. However at the end of the week I would attain ownership of over 38 percent of DataTech, while continuing to keep nearly all of my 14% stake in Smith and Jones. One way or another I needed to be on my best behavior today. I had to make a very positive first impression. Right now, my tardiness was on my conscious; I surely did not need some fanatical woman disrupting me any further by ruining the one good thing that I did have going for me -- my three-piece Armani suit. I approached her, "Listen I don't mean to interrupt your workout, but I am late for work. Please don't get too crazy and spill your coffee on me. Okay?" I tried to be polite. I usually don't like to be too vocal in public, and even less on the morning train, but this woman was preventing some passengers from taking the seats nearby with her outrageous display. She said, "I am sorry. I am late for work myself. I don't know how this always happens to-" She paused immediately when she turned around and made eye contact with me. With her pause I returned, "You will be all right, but please you must calm down." I gave her a stern look, then turned to face the front of the train again and then continued preparing my opening statement for this morning's meeting. I expected that my small insertion would be the last of this situation, I was certainly surprised with what followed. She was no longer wiggling and jiggling. She instantly forgot about her trolley dance and virtually flipped her whole attitude. "I know you from somewhere." She said with a smile. Confused, I turned back towards her. Looking into her beautiful eyes, I was puzzled by her statement, I began to think. Upon close examination I saw that she was a very attractive woman. She had that blonde 'California look' with a great smile -- just my type. "I walk to work, most days, just like you." I stopped her, "you must be thinking of someone else," now getting nervous of this girl that thinks she knows me. "I have never seen you before in my life." I took a step back. I wondered if this was a mistake of hers, or a mistake of mine. For some time now since she said that she recognized me I had begun trying to remember if I may have in fact actually met her in a bar or a club or such, had too many beers, and simply forgotten her name and face. Of course it didn't take long to tangent from that thought to a thought of us possibly both getting a fair amount of drinks in us and moving on to complete the night in a typical adolescent manner. Then awakening together confused about how we achieved our current location and how we met each other. My thoughts were racing as they projected further. It is a rare occurrence for me these days to meet someone and then take them home for just one night. In my college days, similar stuations came up occaisionally, but lately I have been far too busy with my work; Click here to read the rest of this story (87 more lines)
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