Coffee #3
Paul sat down and pulled the lever on his chair to make it shorter. He hated it when Mark came in to use his office and messed with it. His scowl became a bit deeper. Yes, Mark didn’t have his own office and as a friend, Paul really didn’t mind if he used it, but couldn’t he put things back how they were before he left?
Paul pulled papers from the basket on his desk. He’d been gone no more than 40 minutes and the stack was already ten-plus high. The bottom had fallen out of the real estate market but the paperwork had doubled. Paul skimmed over them quickly and put them all in the outbox for his loan officer to deal with.
Paul had been in real estate for ten years and never had a bad year. Until this one. He was glad they’d saved so much of their income over the years. It helped him sleep better at night knowing that even if he had a month or two of no income, they’d be alright. Mark hadn’t been so lucky. He didn’t have as many years under his belt and he was never a good saver. He liked to have fun and spent his money accordingly. Paul was sure that was what had attracted his wife to him in the first place. He spoiled her from the moment they started dating two years ago. And now, Mark had no office and just a handful of clients, most of whom were lookers and not buyers. Mark didn’t have the security he had and Paul felt sorry for him. He let Mark use his office whenever he wasn’t there. That’s what friends did. (more…)
Coffee #2
Margot slammed the door as she walked into the house. The glass panes in the door shook and threatened to break. The noise made no impact on Margot as she walked in the kitchen and got a glass of water from the tap, downed it all at once, then marched heavily upstairs, grumbling to herself.
In her room, she opened the closet to find an outfit for that night. Last time she had worn a light blue, v-neck sweater made of thin Merino wool. Fall was her favorite time of year and wearing jeans and sweaters made her happy. She had thought she looked pretty nice that night, but Mrs. Harmon, who had never liked her anyway, kept staring at her cleavage and whispering to her friends about how tight the sweater was. At one point during the night, when Margot saw out of the corner of her eye that Mrs. Harmon was whispering to yet another person, she turned to the woman on her left, grabbed a boob in each hand to hold them up creating an abundance of cleavage, and asked, “What do you think, Susan? Can you see my tits?” Mrs. Harmon gasped then turned her back to Margot. Feeling satisfied, Margo let her breasts drop then went to get some coffee from the urn. (more…)
Coffee #1
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Margot, “all I do is stuff for you.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re always busy with your own stuff! You never make it to my games!” exclaimed Paul.
They both turned their heads and looked in opposite directions, Margot blowing air out of her cheeks in a whooshing sound, then they picked up their coffees and took long, slow sips, neither one excited to resume the conversation in a public place. Paul checked his watch. 12:50. (more…)
