My name is Irene and this is my contribution.
Sometime during the end of 2001 I heard a distinct flush in my life. My boyfriend dumped me a week before my birthday and all I got from him was a DVD of a dumb movie we saw the year before. My stock portfolio took a nosedive with the rest of the economy and three months later I lost my job. My mortgage application fell through for the house I wanted and by June the only thing I was contributing was a heavy element of sarcasm to conversations with friends. 2001 was… 2001.
For six months I was out of work collecting checks from the state and applying for rejection letters. Finally, fortune tapped me on the shoulder and I received an admin position in a small brokerage firm near Wall Street and a cubicle to match.
I worked from that cube for nine months until I received a call from well-known investment company where a friend worked. She and I always got along and when the position opened up she thought of me. I loved my new job but felt something was missing. That was one year ago.
Last month it occurred to me to simplify my finances, to get it all onto one piece of paper so-to-speak. I had some stock options, an old 401k and some other dollar signs floating around in a half dozen financial statements. I didn’t want to involve anyone at work for privacy sake so I tried to sort it out myself.
One evening after dinner I took all the different files and account statements and laid them out in small piles on my kitchen table. Looking at it all made my brain hurt. I needed a little help with this.
I shut my eyes and leaned back in my chair. Suddenly, without warning, I felt a faint warm spark deep inside my pussy. I opened my eyes slightly and stayed very still until I was reminded of what was happening. This would happen to me from time to time. During times of stress a spark would come to me like old friend comforting me. Over the course of my life I’ve had several of these ‘spells of sudden arousal.’ I once asked my sister Cathy and she told me she experienced the same thing. Her episodes seem to be more frequent and intense. She thought it might be some sort of biological safety mechanism; a way to weather through tough times. We are very close and I trust her. She works as an accountant a few blocks north.
The spark I felt this evening was enough to start a slow burning inside me; one I would feel for days.
Reaching down I pushed past the elastic of my underwear and found the source of the heat. I moved my fingers over my hard button rubbing it for a few moments then moving past it to sink into my waterhole below. I sighed and closed my eyes again.
Monday morning I made a few phone calls to financial planners in my area and spoke to them briefly. Some dealt with retirement packages while others worked only with mortgages or trust funds.
I settled on a big name financial service company and found a licensed representative in my neighborhood. His name was Jeff and we agreed to meet at my apartment after work on Wednesday. His voice sounded nice. A combination of casual and professional. As I hung up the phone I felt the warm burn return between my legs.
Tuesday was hectic and Wednesday morning wasn’t much better. By the time five rolled around I was feeling good. I drove home in the rain and showered then dressed in my favorite jeans and sweater.
I ate something light then cleared the kitchen table. Twenty minutes later the buzzer rang.
I opened the door and greeted a rain soaked financial planner holding his briefcase. His deep blue shirt had turned a deeper blue and his dark hair drooped over his forehead. In a cute way.
‘Oh, you’re soaked,’ I said allowing him to step inside. ‘Come in,’
‘Thank you. I forgot my umbrella and the rain only got heavier and heavier. If I could use the restroom for a moment just to freshen up, I appreciate it.’
‘It the first door on the right,’ I said pointing down the hall.
He set his briefcase down and walked into the restroom and closed the door. I made my hand into the shape of a phone and put it up to me ear. ‘Yeah, hello,’ I said silently to myself. ‘I need a financial planner to help me with my stuff. Could send someone to my house. And could you make him a complete stud. Thank you.’
