She only wished that it could really wash it all away, like it seems to on TV.
Adjusting the water while holding the curtain to the side, she wonders how those women on TV just seem to step in to the water and it’s the perfect temperature immediately…no initial moment of scalding or freezing like in real life…just perfect.
Just like everyone else’s life seemed to be…like she is sure hers seems to be to everyone else.
No one at work would ever suspect what she did in this hotel room every Friday night…and she wouldn’t want them to.
This really is the best part, though…this wonderful shower…perfect pressure, nice and hot, no fluctuations in temperature to make her jump, and the luxury towels and robe they provide are just exquisite…just relax and forget what just happened.
Why does she do this? It’s not like she needs the money…
Outloud, she says “Just stop it! You have this conversation with yourself every week, and you never come up with an answer, so why do you keep doing this to yourself? Well, I guess I could answer that by saying with a resounding ‘because’.”
It’s really not so bad, though, she thinks, as she looks down to make sure she got all that glittery stuff off her thighs.
If it wasn’t everyone else being so dead-set against it, and making her feel like a piece of crap, maybe she wouldn’t hate herself so much for it.
She feels fairly confident that Oprah isn’t talking directly to her, but it sure seems that way sometimes.
It does have its good points, after all…like the sex itself is usually pretty good. She knows her own body well enough after all this time, that she can usually get off even if the John isn’t any good…because it’s not like any of them care if she orgasms or not. This, for them, is the ultimate self-indulgence, and she makes sure that they get their money’s worth.
Oh, God, this is the most wonderful feeling…just letting the water run down her naked body, using the most wonderful smelling soaps and shampoos. A girl has to treat herself right, you know…have some respect for herself.
As she towels herself off and pulls on the plush white robe, she is sure that she maybe probably might be done now, and this is the last time. She will have to call Miss Vanessa tomorrow and tell her that under no circumstances is she to book her again. Well, she’ll try, anyway. Although, maybe just one more wouldn’t hurt, and she could pay her credit cards down just a bit more and still afford to pay for the car. Well, we’ll see. The Senator says he misses her all week…she hates to disappoint. He’s such an important man.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Put Your Father on the Phone!
Ok, honey…would you put your father on the phone please?
Well I need to talk to him. Thanks honey.
OK, listen…I do this once a year…get it? I only ask for one night a year…one night. You get two weeks every November to go hunting. No one calls you looking for their left pink glove! Why can you not handle this crap? I do it 364 days a year…all I ask is that you do it for one.
OK…thank you…good bye.
Oh For God’s Sake!! I’m in the tub…what could possibly be important enough for you to call me again?
Well, I promise I can sew…I mean operate on Mr. Bear when I get home…just get Daddy to put a bandaid on for tonight and don’t put it…I mean him…down low enough for the dog to get him again, OK…he would probably be pretty tired after that incident anyway, so maybe the two of you should just go to bed. You know how when you’re sick, all you want to do is lay in bed? Well, I’m sure Mr. Bear feels the same way, and I promise he’ll be just fine til tomorrow, and you can help me operate on him then. I love you too. Now can I talk to your father again please?
I don’t care if she just pressed redial…you are supposed to be watching her! Good night! SLAM.
All I want to do is finish my bath and my book and my bottle of wine…yes, a whole bottle…who are you, AA? Finish my bath and my book and my bottle of wine and get a full 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep. I realize now that it is an impossible feat, not meant for mere mortals like me, but I would like to try anyway. So here we go one more time…the kids’ lunches are in the fridge. Please do not let them leave the house in the morning without them. Molly gets 2 stories after she brushes her teeth. She can wait up until Dylan is in bed with Mr. Bear…I will fix him tomorrow. Please do not attempt to sew him yourself. That will surely end in disaster, and I don’t know where we’ll find another one.
Then, dishes in the dishwasher…put the soap in and start it…normal wash…in the cupboard under the sink.
I don’t think that’s too much to ask…well wouldn’t you be snippy? It’s 7:00 and you have already called three times…I swear if this phone rings one more time, I’m not coming home ever again. I mean it. Yes, I do. Good night.
Room Service? Can I have another bottle of wine, and a club sandwich please…oh…and what kind of cheesecake do you have? OH, ok…great…two of those please
Well I need to talk to him. Thanks honey.
OK, listen…I do this once a year…get it? I only ask for one night a year…one night. You get two weeks every November to go hunting. No one calls you looking for their left pink glove! Why can you not handle this crap? I do it 364 days a year…all I ask is that you do it for one.
OK…thank you…good bye.
Oh For God’s Sake!! I’m in the tub…what could possibly be important enough for you to call me again?
Well, I promise I can sew…I mean operate on Mr. Bear when I get home…just get Daddy to put a bandaid on for tonight and don’t put it…I mean him…down low enough for the dog to get him again, OK…he would probably be pretty tired after that incident anyway, so maybe the two of you should just go to bed. You know how when you’re sick, all you want to do is lay in bed? Well, I’m sure Mr. Bear feels the same way, and I promise he’ll be just fine til tomorrow, and you can help me operate on him then. I love you too. Now can I talk to your father again please?
I don’t care if she just pressed redial…you are supposed to be watching her! Good night! SLAM.
All I want to do is finish my bath and my book and my bottle of wine…yes, a whole bottle…who are you, AA? Finish my bath and my book and my bottle of wine and get a full 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep. I realize now that it is an impossible feat, not meant for mere mortals like me, but I would like to try anyway. So here we go one more time…the kids’ lunches are in the fridge. Please do not let them leave the house in the morning without them. Molly gets 2 stories after she brushes her teeth. She can wait up until Dylan is in bed with Mr. Bear…I will fix him tomorrow. Please do not attempt to sew him yourself. That will surely end in disaster, and I don’t know where we’ll find another one.
Then, dishes in the dishwasher…put the soap in and start it…normal wash…in the cupboard under the sink.
I don’t think that’s too much to ask…well wouldn’t you be snippy? It’s 7:00 and you have already called three times…I swear if this phone rings one more time, I’m not coming home ever again. I mean it. Yes, I do. Good night.
Room Service? Can I have another bottle of wine, and a club sandwich please…oh…and what kind of cheesecake do you have? OH, ok…great…two of those please
Monday, August 3, 2009
I miss you
On the phone…I know, honey…I’m just going to have a shower and go to bed…
I know…I hear you…but what can I do? Hal told me I had to be at this meeting in the morning…the clients asked for me specifically.
You know I wish I was at home with you and the girls…
I know, I hear you…and I promise I’ll do my best…
You know I love you.
OK…I’ll be flying home as soon as I can after the meeting tomorrow morning…should be home like 7 or 7:30.
No. Don’t worry about it…I’ll just take a cab. I know you’re busy.
I wish I didn’t have to do these meetings either, but Hal seems to think it’s necessary, and he’s the boss, so what can I do? Hopefully in another couple of years I’ll be in a position that I can tell him where to go.
OK…well, kiss the girls for me. I love you…I just wish I didn’t have to be away from you so much.
OK…well, I’m just going to jump in the shower, maybe order a $19.00 club sandwich, and go to bed…I’m beat.
See you tomorrow night.
OK, sweet pea…love you. Good night.
Oh God, I love this hotel… I swear it has the best shower in the entire city.
Quick rap rap at the door.
Just a second….I’ll be right there…
Oh, hi, Hal…I’m just getting out of the shower…want to join me?
God, I missed you.
I know…I hear you…but what can I do? Hal told me I had to be at this meeting in the morning…the clients asked for me specifically.
You know I wish I was at home with you and the girls…
I know, I hear you…and I promise I’ll do my best…
You know I love you.
OK…I’ll be flying home as soon as I can after the meeting tomorrow morning…should be home like 7 or 7:30.
No. Don’t worry about it…I’ll just take a cab. I know you’re busy.
I wish I didn’t have to do these meetings either, but Hal seems to think it’s necessary, and he’s the boss, so what can I do? Hopefully in another couple of years I’ll be in a position that I can tell him where to go.
OK…well, kiss the girls for me. I love you…I just wish I didn’t have to be away from you so much.
OK…well, I’m just going to jump in the shower, maybe order a $19.00 club sandwich, and go to bed…I’m beat.
See you tomorrow night.
OK, sweet pea…love you. Good night.
Oh God, I love this hotel… I swear it has the best shower in the entire city.
Quick rap rap at the door.
Just a second….I’ll be right there…
Oh, hi, Hal…I’m just getting out of the shower…want to join me?
God, I missed you.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
You go ahead
OK, honey,…I’ll be out in a few minutes…I’m just going to have a shower…try to wash the day away, OK?
I know you want to go to dinner…I’ll just be a few minutes. We can’t go dressed for a funeral anyway. If you don’t want a shower, just get changed then. I just want to take my mind off of things for a few minutes, OK? Then I’ll come out, put my jeans on, and we can go. Whispering to herself, Wow…you would think after something like 17 little sandwiches, a person could stop eating long enough for his wife to take a shower.
And can you PLEASE hang up your suit? It’ll be a lot easier to iron again when we get home if you don’t ball it up and throw it in a corner like you usually do.
My God, I do love that man, but if I come out and he’s thrown that suit over the chair, I swear I’ll kill him. OK, no, I don’t mean that…that was a horrible thing to say today of all days.
It just seems so unreal…I can’t believe we’ve just been to the funeral of someone we went to high school with. We can’t be that old…not that 45 is old, it’s just that …ah Hell…maybe it is.
Natural causes my ass…there is nothing natural about a man dying of a heart attack at 45. It’s just wrong.
Maybe we should be looking at our lifestyle…I mean we could all eat less red meat and more vegetables, and drink less, and exercise more…but who has the time or money for that? And besides, I know myself…I’ll be a champion at it for about 4 days, and then I’ll make nachos for dinner on a Friday night and that’ll be that.
Honey, could you hand me my makeup bag please? Yes, the ugly one with the blue flowers…yeah, that’s it…ok, thanks. I’ll be out in ten…maybe fifteen.
Hey, nice water pressure…oh, my feet are so sore…I hate those shoes. But I suppose I only ever wear them for funerals, so what are you gonna do? I’m not buying another pair just for…for…for…oh GOD…no…
I can’t do this…why…why…why…oh God…not him…why him…
OK. Get ahold of yourself…stand up and get it together…there is no reason for your husband to know now…it’s been almost 30 years, and now he’s…he’s…aaaahhhhhhh……
Cough cough…ahem…ahem…
Yes, hon, I’m fine,…listen…why don’t you just go ahead and get a drink downstairs? I’ll be down in a bit…no sense you waiting up here. I’ll be a few minutes yet.OK…yeah…I love you too. See you down there.
I know you want to go to dinner…I’ll just be a few minutes. We can’t go dressed for a funeral anyway. If you don’t want a shower, just get changed then. I just want to take my mind off of things for a few minutes, OK? Then I’ll come out, put my jeans on, and we can go. Whispering to herself, Wow…you would think after something like 17 little sandwiches, a person could stop eating long enough for his wife to take a shower.
And can you PLEASE hang up your suit? It’ll be a lot easier to iron again when we get home if you don’t ball it up and throw it in a corner like you usually do.
My God, I do love that man, but if I come out and he’s thrown that suit over the chair, I swear I’ll kill him. OK, no, I don’t mean that…that was a horrible thing to say today of all days.
It just seems so unreal…I can’t believe we’ve just been to the funeral of someone we went to high school with. We can’t be that old…not that 45 is old, it’s just that …ah Hell…maybe it is.
Natural causes my ass…there is nothing natural about a man dying of a heart attack at 45. It’s just wrong.
Maybe we should be looking at our lifestyle…I mean we could all eat less red meat and more vegetables, and drink less, and exercise more…but who has the time or money for that? And besides, I know myself…I’ll be a champion at it for about 4 days, and then I’ll make nachos for dinner on a Friday night and that’ll be that.
Honey, could you hand me my makeup bag please? Yes, the ugly one with the blue flowers…yeah, that’s it…ok, thanks. I’ll be out in ten…maybe fifteen.
Hey, nice water pressure…oh, my feet are so sore…I hate those shoes. But I suppose I only ever wear them for funerals, so what are you gonna do? I’m not buying another pair just for…for…for…oh GOD…no…
I can’t do this…why…why…why…oh God…not him…why him…
OK. Get ahold of yourself…stand up and get it together…there is no reason for your husband to know now…it’s been almost 30 years, and now he’s…he’s…aaaahhhhhhh……
Cough cough…ahem…ahem…
Yes, hon, I’m fine,…listen…why don’t you just go ahead and get a drink downstairs? I’ll be down in a bit…no sense you waiting up here. I’ll be a few minutes yet.OK…yeah…I love you too. See you down there.
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Welcome to the Viscount Hotel. My name is Joanna and I will be your guide for this adventure.
We will be flies on the wall in room 1408. We will see many different guests, and get to know some of them better than others, and some better than we would like to...
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We will be flies on the wall in room 1408. We will see many different guests, and get to know some of them better than others, and some better than we would like to...
Oh wait, here comes one now...
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