The Traveling Worker Ch. 08

This chapter sets up the next chapter, so I hope you have enjoyed what you have read so far, and that you will enjoy what is to come.

By the time I recovered from the night of raw passion which Isabel Stephanie and I shared, it had rolled into the next day, and I had to get on the move and start the day of workshops. As I said, being stuck with Stewart was something I was lucky for, because he helped me move around a gigantic hotel, with atriums, and moving pathways, and elevator banks with chimes seeming to go off within every ten feet it seemed, but by lunch time I was already thinking about how to get away from him, and move into my night time activities, but I just wasn't sure how I was going to make it happen, or who was going to make it happen as of yet.

The afternoon workshops had us listening to one of the most productive, successful and richest programmers under our programming schemes, but I was just not sure why she talked all about her, instead of giving tips about how others could become successful, so I tuned out very quickly.

Of course I continued to take my notes and look interested, but my mind was elsewhere, and I just really wanted to get out of there, maybe even belly up to a bar, even though that wasn't me.

So by the end of her session, we had one more session left, and that was with an oversight panel of government leaders, and thank goodness I didn't have to take notes for this one, because sweet Jesus was it a snoozer.

Finally, Stewart and I were finished with our day, and decided to hit the bar for a quick drink, were I could figure out what to do for dinner, and how I would be able to approach the rest of my week as well.

I ordered a simple rum and coke, not knowing that my night of actually on the job activities wasn't over either, but luckily I didn't drink enough to end up with loose lips, and finally, a couple of other conference participants came in and joined us, letting us know that there would be another banquet style dinner, where they would be handing out awards etc.

I wasn't sure how I was going to make it through another banquet, but then just as quickly as I thought it, my luck suddenly changed, Cynthia, from my early session came and sat down next to me, as well as a few of my co-workers as well.

Diamond sat across the table, and Isabel and Yvette were scattered around in other chairs, but there was a young lady I didn't recognize, and I would find out later her name was Mandy. The only thing I recognized her by was the scent of her perfume, and it was something which hung in the air way longer than expected, probably just long enough to know she was there, but not long enough to over power you, and I was hooked on her.

So there was me and five ladies at the table, and one of which I have already tasted, and as the piano begins to play, and saxophone gets a little lower, my mind begins to race about how I would love to just tickle the ivories on these keys, dancing from black to white, back to black.

As we all got more comfortable with the banquet, and the salad was delivered, and people began eating, all of a sudden, Cynthia tells me:

"Tim I noticed you didn't seem at all interested in what I was speaking about this morning."

"Oh Cynthia, don't be silly, I respond, I was just focused on taking my notes, and didn't want to miss anything you said."

Feeling her breath on my skin sent my brain into overdrive, and made me wonder what it would be like to kiss her, so I turned back to her and asked:

"Cynthia, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, how can I make it up to you?"

"Tim there are many things you can do, but we will have to discuss those some other time."

Feeling a little rejected, I went back to my dinner, and continuing to talk with my co-workers, and this new found friend Mandy.

It turns out Mandy and I both like sports, although I am a Jets fan and she is a Patriots fan, and she is one of those people who I have talked to a few times and didn't even realize it, now that we are at the conference.

As dinner progressed, I hope that people couldn't see the lust growing in my eyes, and I gave both Mandy and Cynthia my card, letting them know I was going to retire for the evening and that maybe we could get together for a drink.

Of course this also had the massage information on the back of it, and with five women at the table, I left knowing that this always peaks the interest of anyone who reads the cards, and heading back to my room to just try to relax, I was very intrigued by what the evening might bring.