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Subject: {ASSM} Lady MBA - (NoSex) M/F
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Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 15:10:02 -0400
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Madison Crouse sat eating her lunch at her desk while going over
reports for her upcoming presentation. Or, rather, she picked at her
salad absent-mindedly as she focused, as she always did, on what was
important: The bottom line.

A sudden disturbance interrupted her concentration. A mover brought a
plant, a small tree, into her office and placed it just inside the
door.

The tall, dark figure spoke, "I'm from the nursery. They told me to
bring this in here."

Madison looked at huge man and felt a soft tug inside her. His muscles
rippled underneath his tight khaki uniform, threatening to shred the
fabric and burst their seams as he mopped his handsome brow with a
white cotton hanky.

"Put it in the corner." Madison said succinctly.

"They told me to bring it in here. I brought in here. You want it
moved around that's your problem." He said, looking at her like she
was a real ditz-brain. Like him moving that plant another inch was the
craziest thing he ever heard of.

Madison was taken aback. Not sure if it was this Neanderthal's
attitude or the smell that seeped out of the dark circles of his
armpits that made her pause. The air was pungent with the scent of
him.

He took her silence as a signal, a cue, and immediately assumed a
familiar air, plopping his ass into a chair, taking a load off.

"You have to excuse me. I don't get off the farm much. I'm just
filling in on deliveries today cuz Gus called in sick. I hate the
city." He told her.

She fixed him with a stare that was supposed to make him jump up and
apologize for being so rude. It didn't register. She was so accustomed
to getting the reaction she wanted from people--- making them jump---
that his smoldering inaction disoriented her. She lost her bearings.

"So what I'm saying is, if yer looking to get boffed it ain't
happening. I don't go for you antiseptic liberated types. It'd be like
fucking a robot. I never believed Gus's stories till I did this a few
times. Lady, you take the cake. If ever I saw a broad set to explode
it's you. You're in your own little world aren't ya? All organized.
Everything orderly and controlled. Then someone outside your world
comes in and you're ready to get nasty on him. You might not know it
but you are, believe me, you are.

"If you saw what I do everyday and worked in it--- nature as god meant
it to be--- you'd see how morbid all this business is. Business
culture. There's an oxymoron. You're sick. All of you. Especially you
broads. You're built to nurture not float the bond issue. I bet you'd
like to nurture this wouldn't you, you little Trump wannabe?" He
rubbed his crotch suggestively.

For a moment Madison thought the muscular hunk was putting her on,
mixing street grammar with polysyllables and business concepts, then
she realized she wanted to believe in him, that he was for real. She
wanted to be taken by him.

"It's too bad Gus wasn't here. He'd do you in a minute. Literally." He
laughed. "You're a beautiful young woman. You belong under the trees
somewhere, out in the open air. Sitting here day after day cooped up
in a glass box would make anybody a tight-assed bitch.

"Have you ever made love under the sky, in broad daylight, with no one
around for miles? That's real. Bending over a desk and banging away
doesn't get it for me. Gus loves it. He thinks he's putting it to you
broads in more ways than one. Like he's the master. But I've tried it.
I know better.

"It's just a sick fantasy you have, you uptight lady MBA's. The last
one I did was already thinking of the way she'd tell it. She was a
character collector. I was a story she could tell her friends. Oh, she
enjoyed it. But not in the way Gus thinks. You broads use everything
you touch. And everything that touches you. I can do without it."

 He sat silent, running his piercing eyes over her body, wishing maybe
they'd have met under different circumstances, wanting to know what
it'd be like to hold her body tight and feel her melt in his arms as
he kissed the softness of her firm full mouth and breathed the scent
of country-fresh air in her hair. But it wasn't to be and that was
that.

He rose and put the tree in the corner like she wanted it, "Listen,
I'm sorry if I came off half-cocked. The city just gets to me. Don't
pay any attention to me." Then he turned to go.

"Listen," Madison called after him, "do you have a card or something?
A number I could call? I'm thinking of buying a place upstate, a place
with a few acres. Maybe you could scout it out with me some time. If
you wouldn't mind?"


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