DISCLAIMER: Parts of this story were REAL conversations that transpired between a BEAUTIFUL friend of mine who lives in Boca Raton, Florida and the conversations got SO HOT that I had to put them on Paper!
Dedicated to L.E.S. – you know who you are! Maybe some of the things we've talked about in the past will transpire ONE of these days!
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My name is Elizabeth.
I've been a Med-Tech and a Medical Billing Clerk at the local doctor's office for about the past year. There's really nothing about my job that I would call 'exciting' or 'thrilling' but it's a job, and I went to school for it, so I don't rarely complain. I just go on about my day as it were, and go about my normal routine.
I don't have a boyfriend, but not for lack of trying, but as I think about it, it's probably for the better. It gives me more time to focus on my work and not worry about having to answer to a man.
Although I have been single, there was a really sweet person at my job who had been crushing on me for a long time, a year more or less. He started sending me emails, and text messages and Instant Messages on my phone and before I knew it, I was having the BEST SEX I've ever had in my life, with a guy that I'd known as a friend for a while but would have never guessed had any feelings for me.
He was one of the Doctor's Assistants that has worked here. I started talking to him on a kind of regular basis, and the original encounter led to dating and so forth. But much to my dismay he was transferred to another office and my dreams came crashing back down to reality.
So with the realization that I would have to get over my disappointment, and after a couple of sleepless nights and wet pillow cases; I got back to regular daily operations and went back to being single and lonely.
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One day, one of our Arab Doctors, Dr. Amit Almladi came up to me and bent over my cubical and looked down at me while I was preparing a billing statement for one of our clients.
"Elizabeth, I just got a call from one of our sister offices. I'm going to have to take a week off and go out of town. Don't book me with any patients until Monday of next week. I am leaving Practitioner Nicole in charge, help her out in anyway possible please."
"Yes Dr.," I said. "Your practice is in good hands until you return."
Although there was only an hour left on the clock, time seemed to tick by at half it's regular pace. I didn't have anything pressing to do with my time, but I didn't want to be sitting in the Doctors Office any longer than I needed to be. Who REALLY likes to be at work?
The weekend didn't bring much prospect either. I lived alone, there was never anything good on a Saturday (or Sunday for that matter) and my friends were always scarce when it came for something that I wanted to do.
I know you have a few of those friends... the ones that are around when you're footing the bill for something, and that want you to help them out when they need something; and they're no where around when it's time to return the favor! So in essence, I've just put off friends, and I started worrying about me and only me. So with that mentality, who wants to dine alone, go to the bar alone, go to the movies alone, the bowling alley etc? SO I stayed at home! (I really need a man!)
Monday rolled around sooner than I had planned, but in a very strange way, I wanted to go back to work. My coworkers weren't anything to brag about but at least they were conversation.
I booted my computer up and started the programs I needed to go about my daily work duties, and as I was checking my emails, a strange IM popped up. 'Not this shit again' I thought.
I didn't want to open it up, I really wasn't in the mood for more games, and if it was Landon again (the DA from the first story) I think I might cry, and I didn't want to get into an argument with him over why he took the job and left me. (Why do men do that? Why do they always cheat or leave you right when you start falling in love with them?) So I left the IM bubble blinking at the bottom of my screen, unopened.
About 3 hours into the shift, Leslie came up to my desk. "Hey Lizzie, Where ordering in from Chang's Thai House. Do you want something for lunch?"
"No thanks Lez, I'm probably going out for lunch. I've got to get away from this computer for an hour. I think Landon is IMing me again and the billing application is freezing over and over again, and if one more person calls and changes their appointment, I think I'm going to scream. As a matter of fact, Answer my calls on line 2 please, I'm going to go to lunch early. Tell Nicole I'll be back please." I said leaving my Blackberry on the desk and getting up to leave.
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Lunch wasn't even appetizing. I went to McDonalds and got a salad and lemonade and I sat at the table after I was finished eating with my head down. I felt like I had hit the wall. I needed a long vacation and possibly a change of venue; I had had about all that I could take of the life that I was leading that was going no where! But where was I gonna go?
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Nicole was at my cubical when I returned, and as I walked up towards her, she picked up my Blackberry. "This thing has been going off NON STOP since you left. We're all sick of hearing Katy Perry's 'California Girls' playing over and over. I wanted to answer it, but I thought again and didn't. I hope everything is ok."
I looked at my phone. It was my mother that called, she only called once, but I had the reminder on, so that's why the tune played over and over again. "Everything's ok Nikki, thanks, it was just my mother that called."
"Ok, Let me know if you need anything Liz." She said as she walked away.
I called my mom and she didn't have much to say. Just that she was headed to Aruba and she was planning on leaving my Dad down there because she was starting to get sick of him. You know, the normal conversation that you have with your mother. "Oh and there was a letter that came here addressed to you. There's no return address but the hand writing is awful pretty. Maybe a female, but I don't know."
"Thanks Mom, I'll get it after work. Leave it on the front stairs."
"Alright Lizzie, Mommy loves you."
"You too, Mom," I mocked.
By the time I was leaving for the night, I was about sick of the flashing IM on the screen, but I decided that I was going to leave it for the morning. It wasn't going anywhere, and at most, if it was indeed important, I could just email the person in the morning.
Sleep came really easily that night because nothing was on TV. I flipped through the channels with my Miller Lite in hand and when I couldn't find anything good, I settled on Anthony Bourdaine's No Reservations on the Travel Channel, and before I knew it, I was waking at 2:45am with a beer in my hand that had gone from icy cold to panther piss, and rather than choking it down, I decided to pour it out and hit the sack.
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Nicole was off the next day, something about a funeral for her friend or something of the sort, so the office was quiet. We weren't taking walk ins and all of the appointments were handled by Leslie, and after noon, we were pretty much to ourselves because all of the patients had been seen for the day, so I finally decided to open the IM from the day before.
Shit! I should have opened this yesterday! It was my friend Michael from high school. We were friends for quite a long time, and although we never did get together he had always had a crush on me.
He was a black friend of mine, and we data messaged pics of our genitalia back and forth to each other and always talked about sex, and even made out a couple of times, but I always kicked myself because I never gave him the chance.
I finished my work quickly and then sent him a message and crossed my fingers that he was online to answer it.
e_lizlove1234: Michael?
Mstevens417: Hey Lizzie! How are you? I miss you!
e_lizlove1234: I'm wonderful. I hate my job and all, but things are well other than that.
Mstevens417: Good. Glad to hear you're well. How are things going over all?
e_lizlove1234: Still single, still living at the apartment... wait you haven't seen my new place.
Mstevens417: No, I haven't, I haven't seen you in a dogs age. The last time I saw you, you were still at mom's place.
e_lizlove1234: Yeah, I moved out, I couldn't stand living under them. I wanted to get out and find my own place.
Mstevens417: I'm sure you've heard about me right? I got married to Meghan Kingsley. We had a place and were doing well, and she was killed in a car accident last year. She was hit by a freight train.
e_lizlove1234: SHUT UP, I didn't know that! I'm SO sorry!
Mstevens417: Its ok, thanks for your sympathy. The first couple of months were the hardest, the nightmares were almost too much at times. I've have gotten over her loss, I still love her and miss her but I'm not going to live in a depression all of life.
e_lizlove1234: Wow. Well, I'm about to leave for home, I am done with my work day, but I would love to meet up, possibly for drinks or something, and catch up.
Mstevens417: I'm still out of state, I plan on moving back soon, but until I can all that I can do is IM. Are you alright with that?
e_lizlove1234: Yes, I'm ok with it. I'd love to hear from you tomorrow if you can!
