EX: Goober and the Minnesota Kid (standard:Creative non-fiction, 2094 words)
Author: Kinslayer	Added: Aug 29 2003	Views/Reads: 3532/2333	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
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off of her and deep inside my stomach would cramp every time I was near 
her, making me torn. I truly loved my sweetheart, but this woman was a 
sensual goddess. There was no emotion with Stephanie; it was pure 
animalistic lust, thrusting me into a current of sexual desire and 
fantasies that I could not control. 

When I delivered Stephanie her package she smiled graciously and spoke,
“Thank you.” 

“You too.” I replied, and when she looked confused I hastened my pace
back to my cube. 

Maybe he could smell it on me but Mark knew something was up. “What's
wrong eh?” he asked. 

I spoke more that minute then I did the whole two weeks I had been
working there. “Nothing. Nothings wrong. Does it look like something's 
wrong? Why would something be wrong?” I paused. “I'm going out for a 
smoke.” 

Concentrating on the cigarette was the least of my worries, trying to
keep my mind off of her but I failed. I opened my wallet and sat on the 
stairs. Looking at the pictures I had of my fiancé helped calm me more 
then the cigarette did and when the smoke was gone and the butt tossed 
to the ground, I sat a little longer starring at the picture knowing it 
was a temporary fix, but a fix none the less. 

When I returned calmed and ready to continue my work I found myself
standing up every few minutes and peering over the tops of the cubicles 
in the direction of Stephanie. At one point she stood up, so I sat down 
and made myself look busy, praying she didn't notice my leering eyes. 

With one look I was consumed, knowing there was no fulfillment with just
the occasional conversation and casual smile when we passed each other. 
I received a sense of mild satisfaction by watching her and even when I 
went home I would think about her and while laying in bed I would 
exercise my imagination of her and I together in coatis. 

It was unavoidable I suppose, finding myself in the empty cube next to
hers peering from above as she typed an article. When she looked up I 
ducked behind the filing cabinet and tried to conceal myself.  Closing 
my eyes I figured would make it so she could not see me, but when I 
opened them she stood at the entrance. Trying hard to think of my 
fiancé left me with nothing, when I saw Stephanie's eyes, my loves face 
melted into distant memory. 

“What are you doing?” she spat out, the words falling to my ears and
burning like venom. 

Looking for an escape I found some magazines sitting on a shelf.
“Organizing these magazines.” 

“There are only five of them.” She pointed out. 

Before I could retort, Mark interrupted, “Get over here hose head before
I crop ya eh.” 

In a heartbeat I had returned to the safety of my own cubical, leaving
Stephanie alone and confused. 

“What was all that aboot?” 

“Nothing,” I sighed. 

I only worked every other day so I was surprised to find that when I
returned from a day off, Stephanie's cubical had been stripped bare. 

“Where'd she go?” I asked Mark. 

“Who?” 

“Stephanie, her cubes empty.” 

“Oh ya, she was moved over to the art department eh. Said she wanted to
be closer to a window.” 

I made a point that day to meander through the art department. I greeted
everyone I met and explained that I was trying to match names to faces. 
I peered into a cube and found Stephanie with her back to me, leaning 
at her entrance watching those delicate fingers stroke the keys made me 
sigh. I tried to remain inconspicuous but when the wall gives out and 
both you and it tumble to the floor, you get noticed. 

“What the hell are you doing!” she yelled. 

“I'm sorry, you are...?” Pulling myself off the ground, I played it cool
like I had no idea who she was. 

“Pissed off. Can't you take a hint? I'm not interested, got it?” 

I lifted the wall panel and propped it up, people started standing and
in a few short moments a field of head tops bloomed in the florescent 
lighting, so I made an attempt to regain my composure, but nervousness 
set in. I found myself floundering in a sea of perspiration and 
nervousness. Now all the attention was directed toward me leaving me 
feeling uneasy. Not only was I a taken man infatuated with a gorgeous 
woman, I was working with my fiancé's father and hitting on a someone 
we both worked with. 

“I'm just trying to be nice. Its not easy starting a new job and having
to learn every ones name.” I heard a chuckle come from the center of 
the heads. They must have been onto me. No one likes being laughed at 
so it made me infuriated. “If it's that much of a problem I won't 
bother to get to know you.” I stomped off in a fit of rage back to my 
cube. 

It wasn't the people laughing that made me so angry, it was the fact
that I could not stop looking upon this beautiful woman who had 
embarrassed, ridiculed, and chastised me. She made me forget about my 
surroundings and my life but at the same time kept me grounded in 
reality. I knew where I was when watching her, instead of thoughts of 
stories and adventure running through my head, I was thinking of only 
her face, right there and right then. 

Before long she passed by on the way to the women's restroom, “Maybe,” I
thought out loud, “I can reason with her.” Mark paid no attention as I 
stood up so I worked my way to the restroom. 

Anxiety was setting in and I could feel myself shake. What I was doing
was not right. I loved my fiancé so much and was merely acting on lust 
but I was unwilling to resist. It was as if I was caught in a movie, no 
longer thinking rational thoughts, but being as dramatic as possible. I 
knew that if I were to cheat on the only woman who had stood by me, 
ever since we were in high school, then I would need insurance that 
whomever I was with could not tell. As Stephanie looked up in the 
mirror I blurted, “I'm engaged.” 

“Me too,” she replied, “For three years now.” 

“And you usually follow girls into the bathroom, I bet your fiancé loves
that.” She attempted to walk past me but I blocked her way. 

“I'm going to stop bothering you,” I explained, “but I thought you
should know that I think you were very attractive. Even more so then I 
can express.”  James Bonding my way to her heart I said, “The way your 
hair cascades in those light curls, and your lips purse when you're in 
thought.” I must admit I was laying it on pretty thick. “I just think 
you deserve to be told that, for you are a beauty and need...” I didn't 
understand why I was pouring my heart out to her; I had lost control of 
my vocal cords. Even while saying it knowledge of the consequences were 
dancing through my head. I was going to lose it all, my job, my fiancé, 
and her. For the first time I was looking at Stephanie, and thinking of 
my fiancé. After that was a blur. 

Before I knew it she straddled me in her skirt and I was pinned to the
ground and being smothered with kisses. My shirt flew one direction, 
hers the other and we all know what happened next... 

As I fiddled to remove her bra the door flew open, it was Mark and he
had a very disapproving look on his face, both Stephanie and I froze. 

“I'm fired, aren't I?” 

Mark smiled and nodded his head. “Oh yeah, ya betcha.” 

The End 


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