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As he trolled past the room a tempest of tempers tossed round in torpedoes of tepid tantrums.

-I will not accept this word from Them! Too many of their words are already in our lexicon! And now this! This ‘saree’!

-I believe it is ‘sorree’.

-It is sheer nonsense!

-Could you use it in a sentence?

-Certainly. You thought your wife was cheating on you. Well, when she came to visit me for that weekend she did. Sorree.

-But it is a clear admission of guilt!

-She cheated on me with you?

-It is quite brilliant actually. You see the first part of the statement was an admittance of some act performed that quite possibly caused offence. However, with the inclusion of the word ‘sorree’ it negates the entire ugliness of the act and, in some of our preliminary studies, has been showing pangs of guilt within the offended party.

-You slept with my wife?

-But still! This admits that we have done something wrong! Think of the sound bites! The sound bites!

-I guess, in some way, this might show that you care?

-This is no way for somebody to lead a country! This secretion of self infallibility will not garner respect from the populace!

-Has anybody seen the polls? Does anybody know if caring carries any water these days?

-You see! Nobody cares about caring these days!

-Because it demands too much personal investment which nobody is willing to attempt?

-In a manner of speaking: yes.

-You really slept with my wife?

-In a manner of speaking: yes.

-We are in agreement then! We will not say ‘sorree’!

-God save the King.

Ny Chronicles Federal Govt and Glory Holes

I'm walking thru a dark hallway the smell of the Mary Jane is distant pungent yet sweet not that I enjoy that kind of stuff, Reggaeton is blaring in the distance there are your typical pre-party hunters you know the ones who hang out close to the entrance so they can scope out who's coming in picture if you will a pack of Leopards just sitting in a tree waiting for that one helpless gazelle to wander close too there tree, easy for them to pounce on the poor animal a quick kill this is not the type of underground party that can be fabricated you know like when you watch any of those Canadian based action show that's, depicting a nightlife scene in New York . This is the real deal. I'm barely in the place but once I walk in the decadence is in full swing and that's impressive cause by true New York Clubber codes this is early.
I walk in the Main Room which is bright Lime Green the music volume is defying the tolerance of the human ear this is a hip hop video without editing the racy stuff the first thing I see two scanty Clad women holding each other so tight and grinding so hard and so close to each other they would be arrested in some states normally this type of thing would of kept my attention but this was a smorgasbord of uninhibited sexual display, played out for all to see everywhere uncut girl on girl action I thought I stepped into Lipstick Lezzies I thought I stepped into Straight guy heaven, not a few feet away and clearly not to be outdone there was this multitude of couples women raising there skirts showing all there paraphernalia
Pressing and grinding on there man leaving nothing to the imagination it was hedonistic primal, there is so much half naked, offensive pelvic pumping gyration I’m Home.
My joy is disturbed Terrance turns close to me to close but oh well he gets close to my ear I lean in to hear what he's wants to say and he Giggles I have never heard a grown man giggle I mean he giggles like a little school girl he motions to me a green door I decide to make my way thru the dense crowd and Second hand Smoke, it feels like every smoker In the state has converged on Brooklyn puffing with a vengeance I open the door and Dwele is playing the decor is blood red candles everywhere it’s odd with the closing of the door you cant hear the blaring Reggeaton in the other room, the vibe in this room is completely different , this is the stand and be cool while silently judging people room , this is the high fashion crowd Prada, Gucci logos are the standard I bump into the Leopards who are as I mentioned earlier are always guarding the door there meal is abundant, I make my way to the Bar finally..

Martinis are the only thing you can order yikes I just wanted a flipping beer I stand there for what seemed like hours trying to figure out what to order I cant focus all the names are so fruity like Strawberry Kitty, Mandarin Ecstasy I didn't know if I was getting frou frou lotion or some sweet booze my attention is turned to the gyrations on the floor the lighting in this room is very relaxing very dim very let's get it on but with foreplay a far different vibe from the Lime Green Room. I finally get the Bartenders attention she makes her way down it's hard not to stare at the assault of cleavage coming my way think Coyote Ugly extra, wearing only a Bra yikes indeed. I light up a cigarette one Mandarin Ecstasy with a twist of lime. Yeah I was beginning to relax.

After a couple of hours in the Red Room watching all the Beautiful people I wanted desperately to be on the inside, here I was entrenched in the Underground socialite event of the year, but I was still standing behind the Velvet Rope, but all that was about to change drastically, for little did I know that the next chain of events would leave me shaken to my core.

Sexual H and the Man prt 2

Office personalities are unique and different no work environment is the same Duh. The people I work with are the type you want to invite to the party they are all top notch don't get me wrong you have your various camps.
Conservatives: These are the one who live in the Burbs and ooze Red White and Blue wont admit when there wrong and like to look down on those of us who choose to live in the City these people vary in Race, age and Gender.

Uptown Village crew: these are the People who know every hip to be Square place they know every trendy joint but it only falls under the category of what they think is cool. Pranksters and smart Alecs this bunch.

Cows: I call them cows because they know how to graze the pasture aka wasting time they're the ones who clock in at 9am but make the rounds talking to everyone about useless crap they pass the Buck when it comes to doing their own assignments ECT.

The Hunters: These are the ones who like to stand too close they're the ones who are really touchy they like invading your personal space talking about improper subjects who they're having sex with or that they did have sex with there spouse or boyfriend girlfriend ect it's all a ploy what there really doing is bringing up these topics to see how far you will go into there world there just looking for the opportunity to try and get in your pants at the next Office X-Mas party our Friend Mitzy as I later found out comes from this group.

As I mentioned before the File room is very narrow I see her coming in the room so not to be rude I basically press myself into the filing Cabinet and move my arse out of the way giving her plenty of space I have done this maneuver countless times to any and everyone not that I'm a prude but I find it best to let that person know that I respect your personal space, even if the space is too small for us to stand belly to belly. So there I am doing my pass in peace maneuver when suddenly and quite unexpexdely I feel to hands on my hips and a zipper graze my arse I was shocked I was in disbelief I was I was grinded on without warning I felt like throwing up an Elbow instead...
I turned around and smiled politely sorry not enough room. She smiled and whispered a very breathy excuse me. To be honest I didn't think anything of this incident cause accidents happen and who wants to think that the people you work with are flipping horn dogs...

So I went about my business and I made the realization, kind of like when you buy a certain brand of Car and then suddenly you see it everywhere? It became that way with Mitzy I could hear her cackling about how the night before her boyfriend would jump her bones cause she dropped some Cheez whiz on the floor. And I began to notice that we had more interaction then I cared for I would be typing and she would come up behind me and pretend to ask a question and put her tits on my Shoulder at first I didn't think anything of it cause accidents happen but by the 3rd time I felt like a pirate with her breasts perched on my shoulder a titty Parrot if you will. Arghh

I forgot to mention that Mitzy is fuggly and as we all know there's nothing worse then some Shrek looking mofo trying to get into your pants but that is no excuse unwanted groping is unwanted groping.

This really started to effect me in small doses, instead of looking forward to my day I would cringe at the dawn, instead of embracing the wonders of life I held myself in the fetal position scrubbing myself for hours in the shower feeling like I was never clean, I became jumpy the slightest movement, and I'm running out of my cubicle. like I said it only effected me in small doses.

So what do you do? I realized that Mitzy and other hunters are like Vampires we all know the rule: If the owner of the Home invites a Vampire into there home the Vampire can enter that property at there leisure doing all sorts of damage this rule applies to hunters, if you talk to them they feel like they can enter your Cubicle . So what do I do If your a guy no one will believe you thanks for your time please help I'm open to suggestions

Larry D

Sexual Harassment and the Man prt 1

It was a dynamic morning unlike any other day I woke up feeling fine, I ate a hearty breakfast caught the Train to work, I even managed to score a nice window seat I closed my eyes to feel the Sun rays radiantly shining on my face, all the possibilities that make life interesting were cascading all around me.
I felt my inner being oozing with a positivity that is uncanny for so early a morning.
It felt as though the very hustle and bustle of the City had somehow forgotten to catch up with me, casually I made my way down the Boulevard without having to weave around anyone, the good fortune continued as I walked into the Main Lobby of (Such and Such Building) Security held the gate and the Elevator for me no need to show my Employee badge not today.

Greeted everyone with a smile as I made my way to my Cubicle no need for the Office bland Crap Coffee no not today I was still quite satisfied from my breakfast. Logged in my password hit enter readjusted myself in my chair and began to tackle the figures in front of me.

I was in high gear completing tasks in no time turning in lengthy reports with ease I took a break to say the normal office pleasantries to my Cubicle neighbors then back to work .

I needed some tax forms on a Client so off I went to the file room to get the hard copies there I was lost in thought digging away now, the file room is not the widest of places very narrow to say the least when someone comes in you basically have to hold your breath in order for them to pass by without it being awkward and that is the usual File room etiquette if you will everyone follows it except on this day my day of days someone decides not to...enter Mitzy.

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Marlon was perfectly comfortable with his depression; it was everybody else that kept pissing him off about it. Their constant need to touch him, their advice about what he should do to be happy, their need to treat him with kiddy gloves. His only defence was to combat them with his most feral of instincts: passive aggressiveness.

Of course, as soon as this message was conveyed he immediately resented the fact that nobody wanted to ask him how he was or were not doing anything to improve his situation.

And so, to deal with this, he logged into his video diversion. Classic escapism where he had built himself into a level twenty–nine Sweeper Servicer. This was a radical new move away from the Broker Recruiter, a field he had become, by and large, disenchanted with.

It was, for level twenty-nines, a difficult time. For too long the level sixty-fives and seventies had spent time ganking the lower levels in their rackets; camping them and keeping them from bettering their positions in life.

But he logged on nonetheless to run a quick instance and try to level some of his skills in hopes to make himself look more appealing. Maybe, just maybe, hit on some new vibe that would allow him to better himself into a more appealing version of everything he wanted to be.

This slash hast to beat reality.

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The presidium views exequies as fine instances for the final exit interviews of their subordinates. Only through death are individuals finally free of the cultural mores and hindrances that plague and hold them in check throughout their lives.

Lilly Liverroot, the deceased, suffered no such apprehensions during her living years. So, even though the exequie was supposed to start promptly at eleven, she had been continuing the diarrhoea of the blab blab since the time her oomph had expired.

Presidium, as a rule, would never dream of attending something so deathly boring, nor, for the sake of company moral, would they deem it a good idea to send a regular employee. Henceforth stoppgappers placed themselves scattered about in pews; pens and papers in their hands.

Marlon, for his part, took casual notes, nose in notebook, as Lilly Liverroot moved through the many grievances that her oomph had bestowed upon her. Taking a mindful moment to establish eye contact, out of polite habit, with the speaker- though in this case the speaker was in a box- Marlon’s eyes traipse across a lovely creature loping down the isle to a pew. She picks a simple pen and pad from her pack and proceeds to place notes within. Her eyes are bespectacled upon a tiny nose, pulled back further by a tight bun. When she feels the weight of Marlon’s gaze she looks up.

Marlon dives back into his notes making quick observational insights which he hopes presidium will think is both apropos as well as relevant.

Peter “Pete” pRatchetpeels sit-a-plops next to Marlon further breaking Marlon away from his thoughts.

-I wouldn’t write that if I were you, my friend. Those of us from upper presidium don’t really want to know all that there is to know. In fact we know that we already know more than should be known by members of our knowledge. If you want to move ahead you will forget all this nonsense.

-In fact, jot down something about how the lovely Lilly Liverroot wanted a larger office, more pay, but still loved all of those of hers in upper presidium. That she wanted for her fellow employees to be grateful of the opportunities provided by presidium, and leave it at that.

-Of course all of that will needed to be expanded to at least thirty pages so that it looks like you’ve done your job. This will, in turn, be turned over to another stoppgapper who will make it more succinct, a single page, and it will, in turn, soon be lining the kipple bin of your immediate presider.

Marlon mentions a mumble of momentary guilt but consents to the knowledge of Peter “Pete” pRattchetpells. Then the twain abscond as Lilly Liverroot elicits another diatribe on how she never really loved her husband anyway.