Author's Note: I had an idea for a story and when I started writing, this came out. I liked it and decided to publish it. When I finish the original story, I will put it up too. Don't bother reading if you don't have a sense of humor or a sense of irony. Enjoy.
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Ego: I have a problem. Help me out here.
Mind: You always have problems. What did you do this time?
Ego: I'm caught between a rock and a hard place.
Mind: Are you going to bore me with another of your pathetic stories?
Ego: I don't think this one will bore you.
Mind: Well, let's get this over. I've got a ton of other things to do.
Ego: I'll make it as brief as I can. You remember Bill and Lisa, don't you?
Mind: Sure. He's the guy that works with your wife and every time you are around Lisa, your dick keeps me from doing anything productive.
Ego: Well it is about them and my wife.
Mind: Well maybe this won't be so boring after all. At least it isn't about you losing a football bet and trying to hide it from your wife or getting caught jacking off after reading one of those stories you read.
Ego: No, nothing like that. It began that night when Lisa was out of town at the corporate office for orientation since she had just been hired as a Department Manager. Paula and I were going to have Bill over for dinner. I had everything ready when they came home and I gave them a glass of wine like I usually did. But Paula said that they wanted to talk to me before we had dinner so we sat down in the living room first. They said that their new boss wanted to have all of the department managers over to his townhouse for dinner the next night. The problem was that spouses weren't invited and that everyone should car pool or catches a cab or something.
Mind: I remember; you listened to me for once and I told you to tell them that you would drive them and hang around a bar or something until they got through and then pick them up.
Ego: That's the day. The next day I watched Paula getting ready as she put on her little thong and garter belt and hose. Then she put on that really sexy dress that she couldn't wear a bra with and her breasts looked so inviting.
Mind: Yes; and I remember telling you that a wife didn't wear that when she went out with another man; but you wouldn't listen. Your dick was yelling at you all the way downtown.
Ego: Whatever. But while we were driving, Lisa called Bill and told he that she was finished early and could he pick her up at the airport at 7:00. He told her that he had a business dinner but that I would pick her up. I dropped them off and went to the airport to pick Lisa up.
Mind: And I kept telling you that you ought to be thinking about what might be happening at the dinner but dick kept telling you that it would be great to spend some time with Lisa.